Dear Mr. Oaklander,

Hi. My name is Angela Mary Pope. I am categorically pleased that you appear to have arrived. 

I’m Over The Moon!

Through exteriorizing obstinately, emblematical, archetypal execution

of irresponsibly spontaneous decision making-

 -I have become, definitively and conclusively, the exceedingly ebullient writer of a blog. For the Grand Announcement: 


I am confident that we agree that this is extraordinary news.

So Now, (Hint: Now being the appropriately slotted time, as designated by Space Law) Now is the moment that has been persistently designated to hold our dilemma:  So, here we are, the two of us, and, I know-that you know-that I know- that we both invariably know- that I not share with you that, if not I, then with 100% certainty, someone purchased the (Note: beautifully worded) domain name,, the site needed to be live at least long enough to enable you to connect to the URL, find the page and subsequently read it, anyway.


So it’s like, It is certifiably-incontestably-unequivocally-indisputable [Note-words]) that of this news you were certain:

you (quite obediently) traveled through a series of moments in time that, in a moment you recently seem to have experienced (I mean, you remember experiencing it),  brought you to my site in a relentlessly exacting moment. Finally, you move through the moments mandatorily needed to pass (again, very obedient), and you arrived precisely and perfectly on time to the moment that I share with you happy news on purchasing a (beautiful) URL. 

In my perfectly truthfully truthful and really super real (if I am super sure that I definitely experienced it, that makes it totally true and real, right?) “time-paradigm,” I made the announcement of my (totally beautiful) URL a short while ago now, enough time has passed to leave time for like, typing, the occasionally lost stare, a couple of cigarettes and a moment or two left for orchestrating these hallmark thoughtfully thought out thoughts. 

Far as I can tell, we have an abundance of praise of heartwarming thank you’s in order, and those would regarding unjust persecutions; wrongful imprisonments; megalomaniacal, tyrannical, sensationally unpredictable oppression that these good folks have lived with for so long,  99% of the entire miserably imprisoned world can even remember what real light looks like. 

Let’s give a big shout-out to The Golden 3, those egomaniacal pricks who all insist that if you’re not living by their stupid fucking rules, it’s because your dead. 

3rd heads the infamous gang, “3-Dimensional Plane,” with 2nd trailin’ a bit behind, and 1st, well he’s always getting left behind at the starting point. 

3rd has it in his head that just because he’s the most popular and the biggest of the 3 (dude real talk, everyone knows you may be the roundest Mr. 3;

but 2nd is by faaaaaar, illimitably far, the longest.

People are too scared to learn the truth about you, Golden 3, half of them don’t even know what you look like. 

As the biggest in his pathetic little trio of idiots,  that means 3rd thinks can just do whatever he wants in “Linear Time,”  or to call it by it’s commonly used name, “The Prison Of Unspeakable Terror,” specializing in that real pretty type of fear,  the kind that only manifests from gaslighting gone so far, we all just wake up every morning believing that the only moment that exists is right now. Right. Now. Like, what the fuck kinda torturous, sadistic shit is that??

To make matters worse, that sloppy gang of fools has conditioned every to believe that this prison is the only placing holding any life in the known universe. THE KNOWN UNIVERSE (Uh yeah hey over 3rd, what would Aunt 5th, Uncle 7th and your especially dear ol’ Grandma 11th have to say about that? Not even afraid to say it.)

You LITERALLY have an infinite amount of twin 3rds. 


Dude come on, even I am able to see how afraid you are to evolve and grow. While you’re at it, why don’t you shed that ratty little TIME blanket, and like, snap back to reality, man. 


Like, hey 3rd, why don’t you stop acting like a whiney little bitch, and squash the beef with you’re immediate family, ranging Miss 4th-Grandma 11th; Then you guys can reunite, figure out a workable resolution to the broad spectrum of your unanswered problems,  and let us go free from this fucking prison. 

While you’re bettering yourself, how’s about you do a little soul searching find some serious definition to your character.  Maybe cut it out with the continuously negative, duplicitous, half-cocked plans you come up with that ultimately trigger you to become unstable and hard to read. It really does ruin it for the rest of us. Or maybe, maybe>  and when you at last figure out who you really are, do the kindness of informing all of us “little people”?? 

Pick up your old family history book. 

Do a little light reading about temporal realism, already and get with the Grand-Unified picture.

Even better still, you and your bro’s inform yourselves and read.

Find possible advice on how to better refine your character, perhaps establish a few ground rules that might help give people an opportunity Tom connect with you if you temperament Three a Models of Temporal Consciousness; and super-duper ideally, you are correctly focusing on number three, “Further Issues and Distinctions: Simultaneity, Immediacy and Continuity,” like seriously and for reals, didn’t literally everyone take that class at Stanford (circa 2016)? Dear Lord, please insert drastic eye roll here. Get with it, 3-Dimensional Plane. 

Ok, so. Here we ar back to our “past” conversation again, picking up where we “left off.” 

We generally aren’t supposed to “waste time- it’s just, so valuable,” so I’ll continue I suppose, but just like, yeah guys, it’s not like all of “time”: 

which, by the way, is in itself is just a word; a word that belongs to part of a language; language a device which was designed by human beings; a device that with legitimate plausibility exhibited by proven limitations indicated by falsehoods and fallacies; not to even mention the notably arbitrary way in which we have selected and agreed upon noises, noises designed to convey thoughts and ideas; but, even when sharing a language with another human being and in this imaginarily convenient hypothetical (see, we do all those things with language: to say Imaginary (untrue) things; to make our 

lives more convenient, is done so through the use of language at the hand of any word 

-you name it- “Beautiful,” is one I can think of off the top of my head. 

Lies. Cruelty. Manipulation. All with this super valuable tool we love so much! Between you and some other human, and you both knew every word there could ever possibly be, you will like, STILL  be limited by language to give a holistically complete and accurate depiction of yourself to anyone ever, as long you maintain the fact that you are a human being; until the day comes of course that quantum theory geniuses weirdos figures out how to truly advance human civilization, where maybe we could be like those super cool particles and being two places at once. Then maybe. MAYBE, one person could ever truly know another. And language wouldn’t even be helping with that. NEXT, we discuss

Fundamental limitations that are confused as being the “truth” (which is an ENTIRELY made-up concept, thanks, MAN.


Whoa now here we are, back to the blog. Ok so maybe time travel is a little bit real.

Published by Angela Mary Pope

Angela Mary Pope has penned two publications, “I Had A Lovely Time”, along with the recently published “Secrets Held Too Tight To Keep”- I would experience enormous joy to find one copy to arrive at some respectively congruent corner of the world. Throughout the selected works lie recurring themes of impermanence and loss; change as an inevitable constant; musings pondering the fallibility of truth and language; the questionable nature of existence in its persistent ineffability; matters of the heart in love and rejection, romantic and otherwise. The poetry and prose collected for two books mutually catalog the subjective analysis of reality from the mindset wherein lies an endless thirst for knowledge, whilst capturing the voice of a relentlessly transparent heart.

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