The Dandelion Effect, i.e:

The probable instance where all thoughts form into strands that lead to other strands, that lead to other strands, that lead to other strands, and so forth.


The massive, muddled, disordered grouping of ideas and brilliance and idiocy that join together in convulsive vagary.


The coming of the prominent wind to sweep away every strand of intellectual ruminations, that eventually leaves the mind in a state of penury and/or emptiness.


To be proposed as the primary method of deducing the telepathic interaction between man and bovina; as such in the case of Man and Cow (1975), in which the Cosmopolitan Effect was used to study such telepathic exchange, I will proceed with the application of the Dandelion Effect in a similar study.


As the presence of the cow (Bos Taurus) in the house highly perturbs the mental condition of other subjects, I will be using the common goat instead (Capra aegagrus hircus).


Man is identified as ‘Jorge Chainmaker’, to be abbreviated as J.C.


Occupation: farmer. Age: 33. Sex: Male (orientation, however, presumably bisexual).


Subjects will be placed in close proximity to one another in an enclosed area (20ft x 20ft), and telepathic interaction between will be recorded and subsequently discerned using the Dandelion Effect.


The results will, undeniably, in words of more literary finesse, ‘shatter the world of science.’


Once funding is completed, the study will proceed immediately.


Funding pending.


(Cheques, money order and PayPal are accepted)


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Funding pending.

At any rate, think of it as a contribution to science and the possibly benefits it will bring to the future of humanity.

I take cash, too.

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It’s past midnight. I’m supposed to be asleep, so as to maintain a sober posture when I wake at 6 in the morning in preparation to supervise over the minute maids coming in to keep the house in its civil, habitable state. Obviously, sleeping now is uncalled for. Unfortunately, it is both an act of stubbornness and idiocy, as tonight shall - and will - not provide any form of entertainment for me to strive in this consciousness with cause and reason.



It is therefore between going to sleep, highly disgruntled for being put to bed early (forced, incriminatingly, by the lack of activity; damn the injustice) or stay awake with the half-baked boast (and false assurance) that the night shall call for writing that is, at most, genius in the making.



Ergo, the mocking jeer of the blank page, constantly filled with words that were subsequently wiped clean unceremoniously, such like waves over the testimonials written on the sun basked sands, was a grief too hard to bear in a night as such. Ergo, the collapse of the human mind.



Ergo, the Dandelion Effect.



I’m going to bed.