The Cabbage Patch II




photo and words by: Telegraphy


There she is, strutting her stuff in muddy boots.

A blond beauty hiding past bad-romances innocently behind her back as she signals come-on's.

The smell of the morning due gives away to concentrated caffeine that I hallucinate on, like dreaming wide awake. So much so the supervisors criticisms translates into compliments.

Don't step on the fresh spring flowers, for your immortal soul will be transposed to your grandfathers time.

Forsaken is you, a girl used you as a yardstick to measure her beauty. Forsaken is me, all girls use me as a yardstick.

Coming out of the lake, the sun never touches the ski. With it's cold heat, we all bear the brunt of it's spots.

Standing here legless in the mainstream of all streams, a rosebush grows out from my foot only to bloom virgins that I cannot touch.

We all draw our lives conclusions in the spring mud, just in time for summer to abuse it, and then finally winter to accuse it.

Skipping these hourly stones of this sun dial, we rise our hand in victory to a leader of entomology.

Forsaken is you, a girl used you as a yardstick to measure her beauty. Forsaken is me, all girls use me as a yardstick.

Signs popping out of know-where, confused are all of us in this chest game planet.

I walked onto a hidden ritual structure in plain sight. My extremities morphs into winding vines, wrapping around my innocent consciousness, squeezing all light from it.

It's just a forsaken soul. Nothing to see here, carry on.

The all-day fog sucking each breath away, houses boutique manikins, wheedling nefarious knowledge that they may convey.

Forsaken is you, a girl used you as a yardstick to measure her beauty. Forsaken is me, all girls use me as a yardstick.

File under "unknown".

March 8, 2012 an X-class solar flare shot out of the northwest hemisphere of the sun. Most of the energy hurtled toward other planets in our solar system but some of the radiant energy slammed into our own. The fear mongering news media predicted mass power outages, telecommunication brake-downs, and worse, natural calamities.

Nothing happened, yet. We're all hear in one piece. Everybody is going along about their daily business like nothing happen at all. So much for 2012 being the end of the world, yet.

Anyways, on that night I decided to do a little bit of shortwave radio listening. You see, during high solar activity, such as solar storms, the shortwave bands become unpredictable in it's propagation. Some times you here stations you've had never heard before. While on other times, you here nothing at all. In other words propagation can enhance or it can deteriorate in solar storms.

The time of night I was monitoring which was 10:00 pm or 0300 utc, propagation was good. It was so good that I picked up some unusual signals. I made audio recordings of these weird signals and made two videos in-which I uploaded to youtube.



March 09, 2012 on 5190 kHz at 0300 utc in Detroit, MI with a SINPO of 52354; found what appears to be slow rtty or some type of poly-tone data transmission between two or more stations



March 09, 2012 on 5206 kHz at 0310 utc in Detroit, MI with a SINPO of 42354; found what appears to be slow rtty or some type of poly-tone data transmission. suggestions gladly appreciated.