"There Can Be No "BOB" Without CONNIE"
Posted by Just Another Connie Rep on Sunday, June 9, 2013
"Connie could exist without "Bob," but there can be no "Bob" without Connie." -- Revelation X, pg 40, p3, v1
".....for she is the only one who can keep him in line." --pg 40, p4, v1
"She is The Maiden...The Mother...and The Crone....It may be that she possesses this charismatic chameleon power simply because that's what "Bob" requires..." -- pg 40, find it!
"Connie orbits in such a tight circle on the inner rim of "Bob's" luck event horizon, at such a high velocity relative to all other beings, that time stops for Connie --- she never ages....she orbits exactly at the surface tension border of the Luck Bubble. At this level, probabilities are so warped and space bends so terribly that, for all practical purposes, it's always Saturday night for Connie."
The relationship between "Bob" and Connie can at times be tenuous, even though, as it says on p. 40 of Revelation X, "Connie is the one destined for him..."
Perhaps this stems from "there can be no "BOB" without CONNIE".....and why is this? Why can there be no "Bob" without Connie?
Well. Because "Bob," being THE BEST SALESMAN this side of Andromeda (and beyond, really), can't buy any sales pitch, even his own.
So while he sells us SLACK, being the cynical doubting questioning probing disbelieving "BOB" that he is (because as we know, "Bob" does not BELIEVE in anything. At all, at all (but it is quite sirius, yes, yes, quite sirius indeed, INDEED.)
And since he doesn't BELIEVE in anything...well... I think you might have a clue, dear reader...that means he doesn't believe in Slack. He can't. As much as he knows it's a great idea because it's the easiest pitch to sell and it totally makes sense--he can't believe it's possible, because it's not possible for "Bob" to believe.
Which is WHY Connie.
Connie, as we know, has the amazing ability to "believe" (she doesn't really believe--she quite easily perceives the possibility of just about anything, probable or not) in quite a number of conflicting concepts, and doesn't quite take any of it siriusly, at all, at all, because she understands the impermanence of it all, and it's all subject to change, and ultimately, she doesn't know, and isn't that the most liberating acknowledgment, indeed? Indeed.
Connie loves the concept of Slack so much, she decided to take it from concept to tactile reality, and has made it her primary vehicle to get from...to...and back again without so much as batting an eyelash...that's how she can stay at the edge of the luck bubble without popping it--with Slack.
While Connie could exist without "Bob"....she's quite fabulous...she has no desire to, because with "Bob," she has all the Slack she'd ever desire to experience her life as she sees fit...and she is grateful to "Bob," because he did indeed tell her about Slack in the first place, indeed he did.
Now Connie wants to ensure that we ALL have plenty of SLACK, mainly because it makes life easier for her. But that's okay.
I'll take her Slack any day, any way.
Slack me, mama, slack me!
Hard! Slack me silly!
Slack me till I forget
That there was ever such a thing as slacklessness.
Give up your Slackless ways! Allow Connie into your 3rd nostril.
The Slack shall flow out like a stream, cleansing fnord.
Your Yeti blood will boil to the surface---don't be scurred, it's just for the cleansing fnord.
Hail Connie!
(The best we could ever do is strive to be like you, Connie Marsh Dobbs.)
".....for she is the only one who can keep him in line." --pg 40, p4, v1
"She is The Maiden...The Mother...and The Crone....It may be that she possesses this charismatic chameleon power simply because that's what "Bob" requires..." -- pg 40, find it!
"Connie orbits in such a tight circle on the inner rim of "Bob's" luck event horizon, at such a high velocity relative to all other beings, that time stops for Connie --- she never ages....she orbits exactly at the surface tension border of the Luck Bubble. At this level, probabilities are so warped and space bends so terribly that, for all practical purposes, it's always Saturday night for Connie."
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The relationship between "Bob" and Connie can at times be tenuous, even though, as it says on p. 40 of Revelation X, "Connie is the one destined for him..."
Perhaps this stems from "there can be no "BOB" without CONNIE".....and why is this? Why can there be no "Bob" without Connie?
Well. Because "Bob," being THE BEST SALESMAN this side of Andromeda (and beyond, really), can't buy any sales pitch, even his own.
So while he sells us SLACK, being the cynical doubting questioning probing disbelieving "BOB" that he is (because as we know, "Bob" does not BELIEVE in anything. At all, at all (but it is quite sirius, yes, yes, quite sirius indeed, INDEED.)
And since he doesn't BELIEVE in anything...well... I think you might have a clue, dear reader...that means he doesn't believe in Slack. He can't. As much as he knows it's a great idea because it's the easiest pitch to sell and it totally makes sense--he can't believe it's possible, because it's not possible for "Bob" to believe.
Which is WHY Connie.
Connie, as we know, has the amazing ability to "believe" (she doesn't really believe--she quite easily perceives the possibility of just about anything, probable or not) in quite a number of conflicting concepts, and doesn't quite take any of it siriusly, at all, at all, because she understands the impermanence of it all, and it's all subject to change, and ultimately, she doesn't know, and isn't that the most liberating acknowledgment, indeed? Indeed.
Connie loves the concept of Slack so much, she decided to take it from concept to tactile reality, and has made it her primary vehicle to get from...to...and back again without so much as batting an eyelash...that's how she can stay at the edge of the luck bubble without popping it--with Slack.
While Connie could exist without "Bob"....she's quite fabulous...she has no desire to, because with "Bob," she has all the Slack she'd ever desire to experience her life as she sees fit...and she is grateful to "Bob," because he did indeed tell her about Slack in the first place, indeed he did.
Now Connie wants to ensure that we ALL have plenty of SLACK, mainly because it makes life easier for her. But that's okay.
I'll take her Slack any day, any way.
Slack me, mama, slack me!
Hard! Slack me silly!
Slack me till I forget
That there was ever such a thing as slacklessness.
Give up your Slackless ways! Allow Connie into your 3rd nostril.
The Slack shall flow out like a stream, cleansing fnord.
Your Yeti blood will boil to the surface---don't be scurred, it's just for the cleansing fnord.
Hail Connie!
(The best we could ever do is strive to be like you, Connie Marsh Dobbs.)
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