tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658027373134486912024-03-27T06:37:42.767+00:00Out of My Mind..a Life in small pieces.. scratchings in the armpit of
self-examined auto anthropology, while receiving an electrical stimulation of the brain, and reposed in various states of juxtaposed transcendence.. a very Sincere Bullshit; even I believe it!... A Dairy, no. A Diary of self-induced super-sanity:Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1546125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-36748514208939472412024-03-22T14:34:00.000+00:002024-03-22T14:34:25.509+00:00Nothing is worth anything:<span style="font-family: arial;">RE: the Buddhist reality of all living things hopes aspirations and undiluted desires that can never be satisfied, "there is no permanent satisfaction" only the memory or future hope of it, <i>it does not co-exist in the present moment,</i> only diffracted by the time line variable of mind itself...</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Nothing is worth more than the next breath you can cram into your lungs when submerged into an overturned Vessel with air pockets... nothing is worth more than something you cannot even touch... the memory of a deep love long lost, nothing material is worth anything by comparison to that which is lost and irretrievable back in the vortex of memory-time that actually hurts you to think about, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">nothing compares with a Sorrow of a Lost Loved one... who's passing you relive everyday, endlessly into forever... pre-Hell before the never-ending hell you deserve, the drips that make a stalagmite in a dark cold cave of self pity, and remembrance.... Music Quells a raging heart in the midst of a Storm that seems unending... and ever repeating... </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">take a moment of peace and unity with the most wonderful sound you will ever hear by accident in the "subway" or on a street corner... or on someone else's Picnic radio... it could stop you on the spot, like it did to me... </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">and revive the belief in the manifestation of God through Men/women of Genius and generous spirit... to share the precise carving of a mathematical masterpiece... copied directly from the Heart.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Bach really is "The bomb"... he blows many a mind in his unveiled discovery... Long live the masters of the past... Who is like them today?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>NOBODY</i> can improve on perfection... it is a pointless endeavour...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/mGQLXRTl3Z0" width="320" youtube-src-id="mGQLXRTl3Z0"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Learn to Relax it is a gift from the future... that is sublime and ever ready to comfort you in times of neurotic distress... (panic attacks etc)</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-48664897597852371562024-03-11T17:36:00.002+00:002024-03-11T17:36:15.235+00:00Puppet theatre...<span style="font-family: arial;">Life is... just that, and other minds pull the strings who controls your free will, do you have any?... but the audience is us, as we watch ourselves in direct retrospect and ratio to our present reality of mortality... this is a deep hoot please listen to it, a person after my own heart...</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">a Pilgrim seeking freedom from the self...<br /></span><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Swd8kDT5lcs" width="320" youtube-src-id="Swd8kDT5lcs"></iframe></div><br /><div><span style="font-family: arial;">May you </span><span style="font-family: arial;">too</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> be free </span><i style="font-family: arial;">wherever your at</i><span style="font-family: arial;">, even just for a few seconds of tranquil silence, dont worry it has all been taken care of, all your worst fears are annulled come close to the fire and out the cold... it was only a bad dream Leibling = (</span><i style="font-family: arial;">German</i><span style="font-family: arial;"> for special favourite)</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-62569637420851048602024-03-09T23:11:00.002+00:002024-03-09T23:17:55.519+00:00Worry<span style="font-family: arial;">you can say <i>worry keeps you busy</i>... while you scare yourself half to death, when things get out of control with things just out of your reach, it keeps you itching and a twitching... it's a bitching state of mind, its like having your head stuck in the devil's Butt... where it's hard to breathe let alone swallow or even talk... what is there to say...</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">when you can utter nothing... what use are words anyway if only as confessions or prayers to save your terrified spirit as you tremble in fear of the next moment losing your grip on the window ledge on the 23rd floor...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">you want to lose weight find something to worry about it will prevent you from resting at all, and it puts you off food and fun in general, as a neurosis at least it keeps your fingernails short... and your sphincter healthy... such are the benefits of misery... </span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/dlKkFQQg9_Q" width="320" youtube-src-id="dlKkFQQg9_Q"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">DON'T WORRY <i>TILL IT ACTUALLY HAPPENS</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">those with no home worry alone...</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-86656684621605050372024-03-06T14:21:00.000+00:002024-03-06T14:21:02.648+00:00Surfing on Joy...<span style="font-family: arial;">An unforeseen set of circumstances happened last Mon... and led to a complete U-turn into a deep sense of spiritual fulfillment... that continues and persists right up to the moment of typing... god the matrix master has smiled upon me... and the warm tingling uplifting biofeedback of good fortune is filling my body and mind...</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">I have found the Church of my Heart in the moment of continued existence, a state of endless very gentle pleasure, lapping in like an ocean current onto a small vulnerable island, from the center of your being... </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">gifting of free completeness at the moment of perceiving it/feeling it... like a blanket of Morphine and Adrenaline lifting and relaxing the power of the wonderful moment-by-moment continued sense of ongoing completeness, not sure I have the power of English to patently able to explain the pleasure of <i>a "continuous" spritual orgasm that never relents...</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">No Kidding... I am living in a state of heightened Nirvana/Satori by no deliberate act of my own will... it came to me, not the reverse... but from the future... where the <i>proof of all things exists...</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/l_c8NhMmuD8" width="320" youtube-src-id="l_c8NhMmuD8"></iframe></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: xx-small;">to Witchfairy <span style="color: #660000;"><b>Xx</b></span> I give deep thanks... you helped me <i>a lot:</i></span><br /><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-85028717972812309892024-02-25T16:42:00.003+00:002024-02-25T16:42:47.473+00:00Reality is in Danger<span style="font-family: arial;">Where is it... there are so many levels and echelons of discrimination, just for looking different... most errors in human judgment are reinforced by the aesthetic we perceive... incongruently without a second thought:</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>What looks good</i> is often the evil we are subsumed by... in Shakespeare, it was the ugly Lead box... in your life it is a glittering prize... get a grip on reality before you lose your soul sanity and integrity...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/n_nJfovNnE0" width="320" youtube-src-id="n_nJfovNnE0"></iframe></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: arial;">never dream beyond your means both mental emotional and material... stay within the confines of a realistic expectation, all else is ordinary madness... and a lifelong friend of disappointment...</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-52334419269891260912024-02-25T04:13:00.006+00:002024-02-25T16:35:30.787+00:00Mindfulness...<span style="font-family: arial;">you have heard the buzzword over the last decade or two, what does it really mean, it is as simple as "<i>Keep concentrating</i>" Every few seconds we go on a mental dreamland holiday, you get railroaded distracted, and protracted... from the task at hand, when you forget what you were just thinking of, like when you go to the kitchen and when you get there...</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">you forgot why you went there... the saddest version of this to forget the happiness that you have had, <i>the unrequited kisses you once longed for... all burnt to dust in the candle holder of your tiny mind... in the Ashtray of your dirty habits</i><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">if that is your case you will never be an Astronaut, <i>people who panic are a liability</i> and fill the command module with Vomit and other discharges... maybe that is an example too far...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">some memories need the kiss of life to evoke until you one day forget you ever had them all together, which equals a leaking life vessel, dripping until there is just a Ghost in Old folk's home staring into space just looking out the window without actually seeing anything... that is how you become the living dead... </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">What I am talking about is the endless lack of continuum between thoughts random and variable and resisting the distraction that may just kill you... it would be better if you lived in a state of awareness that will protect rather than neglect, being stupid is the symptom of a sloppy consciousness...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Idiocy is incurable but laziness is adjustable... when you get too tired to think that is when you need a good self-imposed dose of Mindfulness... to keep you on track to catch a wishful thought and hold it in your hand... things are so easily lost or mislaid... from Penny's to People... make a wallet of your mind; keep it close and <i>keep it safe</i>...</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/avNraWT8CSI" width="320" youtube-src-id="avNraWT8CSI"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-small;">Larry at his best.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-35017045186038687022024-02-18T16:15:00.002+00:002024-02-22T14:05:52.198+00:00Emotional Intelligence...<span style="font-family: verdana;">There are so many levels of discrimination toward other entities/peoples, we all do it automatically, <i>for survival purposes</i>, (deep in our primal mind) a part of us makes the assumption visible or instinctive... by obvious or most often almost undetectable invisibility...</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">i.e. most couples don't know the partner they committed to, until the Day, they GET ANGRY, for no particular reason... months or years, maybe the day they get home after the honeymoon...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Einstein had Mathematical intelligence/Genius... and you could argue that Jesus had Emotional Intelligence/Genius... two polar opposites...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">what would you rather have peace of mind or the burden of worrying about your interpersonal calculations? who can judge <i>the quality of a person on the first meeting</i>? even after years of familiarity... you get a shock from behind...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">and Bang Bang Bang, fools die in their dozens...wise minds find the time to delay and disrupt the bad intentions of others... by Stalling them with dualistic charm, with a sincerity that they don't feel, all because you can delay before you pay with your life...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">you are a sophisticated machine... dont get hi-jacked by bar-room bullshitters who only want your Pussy, and your PIN number...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Get a life find your intuition NOW</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://www.instagram.com/reel/C2RbNBTuisi/?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet&igsh=ZDNlZDc0MzIxNw==" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: verdana;">see this</span></a><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-58478626805912219162024-02-17T14:25:00.011+00:002024-02-24T17:30:37.016+00:00Navalny remembered...<span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Not since the <span style="color: #660000;">Murder</span> of Jesus Christ</i> has a more decent fine kind and good Man been crucified to become a Martyr for "all Mankind" most of all the long-suffering Russian People, who have been raped murdered, and mutilated mentally physically, and spiritually...</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">it is a Marshall Law Mafia conglomerate, a pyramid of corruption from the top down, everybody is seeking for that <b>"teat"</b> to suck on and never let go, like a newborn animal, into a world of distorted realities and dubious morality all those wicked Men in the Kremlin... How do they sleep at night? they might upset the Master... just by <i>a look</i> in the eye...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Such paranoia is <i>completely believable,</i> and like a wild animal smells your fear and feels your weakness... you make yourself the target just by being noticed... <i>by twitching too much</i>...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span style="color: #660000;">Stalin</span></b> was not fit for office, he should have been committed to a mental asylum, he had no education, heart no soul no regrets no conscience... he was the world's most successful Psycopath for <i>certain sure</i>... </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">and Now Putin, much like Xi (that fat Chinaman) thinks he is the new MAO, the embodiment of China in a single Man, he is also needing Medical treatment for delusions of grandeur; what an Egotist, <i>like all dictators,</i> full of himself, he can solve everything, as if...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Remembering Navalny hurts, such injustice and cruelty inflicted upon him... all because a nasty old man was to frightened of him even in Siberia... He would have been <i>the total liberation of the Russian people..</i>. it would have been a New Era in the lost World of miscommunication and distrust amongst nations...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><b>He was the Second coming</b></i>... (in many aspects and derivations of interpretation) for the last hopes of all humanity, now he is Gone... but believe me his Spirit lives on...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Please give it your best shot at realizing what has just recently happened... <i>don't be Shy it is honorable to Cry..</i>. it shows you have a functioning Heart... it is your deep emotional intelligence, not blind idiocy... </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/AHDueubF0QY" width="320" youtube-src-id="AHDueubF0QY"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I will carry your dead body in my arms as the Prison will not even release his final remains, such <i>unforgivable disrespectful disgraceful unconscionable inhuman perverted nastiness</i> is <i>so characteristic</i> of that <i>poison Dwarf</i> Vlad Putin who derevrves shootin... ASAP if God allows...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tear him from his Throne of rotting hatred, and smite him like an infection that has no cure... and obliterate "it"<br /></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/PlLPXrvOBfw" width="320" youtube-src-id="PlLPXrvOBfw"></iframe></div><br /><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">we <i>are all</i> bound together <i>in the same fate as those we pity</i>: after all the pain and anguish there is total peace and release, Mark your fate these are words of comfort... to a lost kitten or puppy dying in the Box they were abandoned in...</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Please <i>if you ever get the chance</i>... <i>'<span style="color: #660000;">HAVE MERCY</span>'</i> it makes a God, out of an ordinary Human being kind...</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-78455905183304528002024-02-13T15:35:00.014+00:002024-02-18T16:25:39.875+00:00Nothing is Certain<span style="font-family: verdana;">every bet is speculation, on Red is likely to be annulled, luck is a terrible illusion, chance is a random eventuality... but chance itself is predictable, in theory using the vast intricacies of Quantum the future is already known in reflections from it... </span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>every photon has a reflection back into time before the light was transmitted.</i>.. wait long enough and Zero will come up, just like your very own number, you too will win the fate that comes just too late... he who seeks a fortune for nothing gets everything and nothing eventually... </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">who would take a chance on you only a simplistic romantic moron... who wants to fuck a geriatric?<br /></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Even ABBA is beyond desire now...</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-crgQGdpZR0" width="320" youtube-src-id="-crgQGdpZR0"></iframe></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Your better off Shagging God, She wont cheat on you, this is the best version of "My Sweet Lord" <b><i>ever sung</i></b>, Billy really gives it the Soul it needed...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1EORbL8N-R8" width="320" youtube-src-id="1EORbL8N-R8"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Bless us all <i>when we need it most... </i></span></b></div><div><i><b><span style="font-family: helvetica;">let there be Mercy for all living things...</span></b></i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-85014762676844867112024-02-12T16:00:00.008+00:002024-02-24T17:50:05.358+00:00Information Overload<span style="font-family: helvetica;">so many fractals or points of reference so much data and information how can you possibly know any real truth?... all cultures are guilty of image manipulation and distortion of facts, whos Propaganda do you believe...</span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">that is the quintessence of your very <i>soul's control</i>... what and who you believe is Critical... the biggest mistake human beings can make is to vote TRUMP back into office if that happens, it will be the unbelievable and the impossible happening at once...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">the Truth has been so super processed like a Hot Dog you are eating an amalgam of dirt shit and a trace of animal carcass...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Remember suicide is not the answer, and neither is Murder; just <i>get drunk and forget it all.</i>.. the first thing you remember when you are dead is NOTHING... you dont even know you ever existed, do you even know you do now?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">forget everything retain nothing, you cannot take it with you: the Saddest truth in the universe is that <b><i>ALL LIFE IS MEANINGLESS</i></b>, but most of all</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">POINTLESS suck it up and shit it out... ironically the only time you are really alive is when you are Dead... via dimensional shift.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">So many Bad People... <i>Not enough Police</i>... lol... go inside to seek Truth and God itself... nothing actually exists without the Software of the SELF, always take updates from truth not lies and vanity because the mind is the ultimate resting place of reality: Go Buddah NOW...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/LeMpUndt2h8" width="320" youtube-src-id="LeMpUndt2h8"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I would give you perfect peace right now <i>if I had it myself to give away...</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Remain optimistic that is a Buddhist state of eternal hope...</span></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-41017810051151258412024-02-10T14:09:00.001+00:002024-02-10T14:09:23.978+00:00Meaningless Desire<span style="font-family: verdana;">How many times have you wanted what you could have but cannot quite commit to it... and are maybe just short of the asking price... but hold back and wait anyway...</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">that is caution, <i>an admirable quality of living intelligence...</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">the path to glory is filled with the corpses of failures... and infinite wannabes who didn't meet the criteria of endurance or determination, desire Disables the heart that evokes it... not always of course, some things are fated to happen... but most of us know by expieriance that, "desire is deadly"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">other people's Desire is the absolute azimuth of human endurance to tolerate, to get there to achieve, to conquer to rape, and to pillage... i.e. the desire of the CCP is to enslave the entire world to make money out of endless slavery and manipulation of lesser powered peoples...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">when you feed the addiction to pleasure universally you will get voters, give them food security and a nice place to live, and you will have a proletariat that will never deny its Master... Communism is the very living manifestation of an idealism built on Lies, Lies, and so many false promises...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">MAO was a murderer now Xi follows without flinching.... a Whore is not enough for Him, he wants to fuck countries with his feeble Dick... he is slowly inching toward a nasty intention, to Rape Taiwan because he thinks he can, but he is ignorant of the courage of people to fight back RE: UKRAINE:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">His ego is the atom bomb of dissolution all over his ugly spirit, his single will affects us all, just one fat Chinaman shits on the rest of us... how can we possibly let this happen: </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">More Wars are imminent... who can stop the Devil itself?</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-62708975564303831262024-02-06T14:48:00.001+00:002024-02-06T14:51:05.247+00:00Homelessness is incurable<span style="font-family: helvetica;">As long as people fornicate freely without restriction... bastards will be born, (like me) worthless fools who meet life from the indiscretions of dum ass fuckers who don't, "Pull it out" in time if they ever even try, </span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Life is Quantum reality as it is both Precious and <i>totally worthless at the same time</i>, life is the ultimate Paradox; any and every individual life has no significance whatever... a human life is worthless and utterly pointless at the same time...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The Ugly nasty simplistic truth is...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">WE NEED ANOTHER WORLD WAR ASAP... as it has a calming effect on all the angry people who are left... because an individual life is a Lego brick in the creation of civilization, and that is just "our world" There are infinite others...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">So the delineation point that makes anything wholesome is the reason you live and give to exist... when you find "<i>something to love beyond yourself</i>" as self-love always results in the termination of all hope... you are paradoxically set free by being a slave to it... </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">like a Barnicle that only exists when it is bound to another thing... successful existence equals sacrifice... <i>just for the sake of staying alive:</i></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-55338187220644009102024-02-01T15:03:00.000+00:002024-02-01T15:03:15.156+00:00More is never enough...<span style="font-family: helvetica;">with each increment you are on a ratchet to restriction; relative to addiction that is a fair enough supposition - postulation, somehow you are never satisfied with sufficient, nah; you <i>always want more</i>... till you go over the last limits and overdose like a Drug bug entrapped in a <i>Pitcher plant</i>...</span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">those who restrict their intake by sheer willpower and depth of character are most likely to survive, <i>the mind is the engine of existence</i>... if is seizes up it becomes non-functional and useless, to its controller and the entire human race...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">sufficient unto the day thereof is the master of its fate, too much of what was so cheap it was basically free, killed <i>River Phoenix, </i>and so many others, like <i>Cory Montieth,</i> he who experiments with death for Kicks will get licked by the devil hounds who love the freshly gone,<br /></span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">all because </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">MORE IS NEVER ENOUGH</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">only applies to MORONS...</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-75662886774517934482024-01-28T17:47:00.001+00:002024-01-28T17:47:22.386+00:00Misery is limitless...<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In most lives, in many finite increments that measure the suffering you tolerate; Life is Misery on HOLD... Unless you pursue perfect happiness you will be the victim of your ignorant EGO, Peace of mind is the greatest victory of human consciousness <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>(thank god for spellcheckers) </i></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">If your thoughts are kind, and without; venom bitterness, or revenge in your corrupt and wicked heart, you stand a chance, to advance up the ladder of enlightenment it is just a hair's breadth away from where you are...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">only a tiny wish away... if you want and seek it enough with passion and determination, Double Down on your ability to stop the rot, and think of others with far less strength and without hope, loving the poor is a dilemma always filled with misery and pain, without a camera present... who is witness?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey your Heart is the witness but you need compassionate spectacles to see between the lines that are so small in the Bullshit of the Free World... I wish you a good fate Mate, but the signs are not good for all of Western Europe, Which is the battle of Love over Hatred, simple as that...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I fear Hate will win, and China will control the WHOLE of living civilization, which is what its Priority actually is, so it can Milk every penny for itself, Greed and excess are its absolute motivations...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">to win a Nuclear War you must PRE-EMPT with a FIRST STRIKE... GO USA</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nuke these fuckers off the globe ASAP Brothers of Goodwill MUST win the War over BULLSHIT PROPOGANDA and hate...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The West may be corrupt but we are acceptably deserving sinners after so much totalitarianism of the past hun... come on suck suck it up slowly... disappointment is a Bitch </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">however much your discomfort, remember, it will one day come to an end... live in hope of relief...</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-74671851360297215792024-01-25T14:55:00.001+00:002024-01-27T19:16:59.574+00:00X therapy<span style="font-family: helvetica;">I have been listless restless and pretty clinically depressed for years, and I am trying to find a way out of it, An Xbox One was the answer I bought it on a whim last week on eBay, I had already gotten through x3 Xbox 360's since I was 54 coz I burnt them out one by one; now I'm 70 I thought it was time to upgrade for a slicker faster performance,</span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I used to get totally lost in Gaming even long before that and let me say it did not disappoint after the 3 hours it took to get it properly set up and Internet-connected, I was playing WWII (by Activision) till 5am this morning... and dare I say it... I had fun... almost gave up a few times when it got too tough to complete, but I kept on trying and got through so far...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">it is not a cure for Depression, but it certainly helps... and keeps your mind active and involved, even though it is an artificial fantasy... That is what we all need; excitement that comes from a box of Tricks... that hurts nobody and yet gives satisfaction for an artificial reality that feels very real... and beats all the delusions of romantic love... which is Bullshit...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">romantic love only exists deep in the DNA to get you to fuck or get fucked... it is as disgusting and slimy as that... it is the curse of a short meaningless life full of self-satisfaction and desire... without a clear conscience... but plenty of guilt and much misery thereof...</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-44128663112570970282024-01-18T16:10:00.003+00:002024-01-21T15:47:46.987+00:00This little bit of Life...<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">As an ordinary Pleb, I must say how grateful I am for this little trickle of Life that is mine... I have had wonderful (relative to the observer) experiences over time, like everybody does I guess... </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">like having full-on Sex for the first time, all of 5 seconds in duration, but still fun for me, at the time... <i>She Raped me,</i> truly, I didn't know what was going on, I was a real dim dum virgin at 19, She said "Sit on the Bed" after she dragged me up to her room, she was 15, and fully educated in the means of sexual union in a snap...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I sat on the bed, She said to <i>lay down and relax</i>, (remember I am simple) so I did, then she started playing with my crotch!, I raised up to object, and she said "dont worry I won't hurt you" and she manipulated my Manhood till I was <i>Hypnotised </i>with pleasure, i.e. SEDUCED... (it sounds like the wrong way round)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">But that is the way it really was, I was excited and afraid at the same time, she unzipped me so I was out proud and quite erect, I forgot my fear of a tight foreskin which I thought would RIP if I ever pulled it too far back...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">But I was her Servant she totally dominated me, and only wearing a short Nightie gown she Straddled me and guided me into her hot pot of honey... which rocked shocked, and aroused me in an instant, the second time she went down on my shaft... I exploded with an ejaculation worthy of remembrance like Mount Etna or Vesuvius squirting into an empty space... she felt me coming and was visibly pissed off and disappointed...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>and that was it...</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Another pleasure I have enjoyed much more is mastering the Art of self-deception in masturbation, not to mention my adoration of Alchohol and Mary Jane, Yeah I had some fun and I am ready to go, baby... I had enough of all this deluded bullshit they call Life, I am ready steady and Prepared to say goodbye, It was fun but it got boring after a long long time...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">when you realize you will never be Tarantino or Walt Disney, its time to die... bye bye diddly dum diddly Dee... just another bottle of Proof before I submit to the slaughterhouse, its coming to a town near you much sooner than you thought/think</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Though inconceivable and unbelievable that <i>is the truth...</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NsbRIg-ebWg" width="320" youtube-src-id="NsbRIg-ebWg"></iframe></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/JgffRW1fKDk" width="320" youtube-src-id="JgffRW1fKDk"></iframe></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><i>are you ready to live or die?...</i></span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-91135954112245170822024-01-17T14:35:00.006+00:002024-01-18T18:07:15.813+00:00Bespoke crematorium<span style="font-family: helvetica;">I want investors, to open a bespoke Crematorium... not kidding... what we do with the dead is our own business... when they took my mother's Body, apparently, I had <i>no right </i>to keep Her Skull intact...</span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Instead, they smashed it to pieces too small to put back together... now all I have is 3kilos of ash with a few fragments, and chips of bones, I have been through it to try finding Her, but nothing is left but fertilizer, but Mu grandMother is another Story I went through Her remains, and found a finger bone they missed, I keep it in a gold locket round my neck, along with 32 hairs from BOO, the lost love of all time...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">People have the right to ROT, Keep the skeleton of your dearest, it will one day become a fashion of the elite... mark my predictions...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">it is unfair to dictate to dust, let the bones LIVE</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/a6EEAse3i18" width="320" youtube-src-id="a6EEAse3i18"></iframe></div></div><div><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Wow for now... don't forgive me yet..</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-73430288211833415992024-01-07T19:05:00.004+00:002024-01-07T19:59:35.292+00:00Wont let Go<span style="font-family: helvetica;">I won't let go of my Grief, it is all I have... <i>all that is left of my life</i>... a Rouge tear rolled down my cheek, and I wondered where it came from, just for a second I was lost in immutable grief like a skipped CD that endlessly repeats the same moment, if only <i>only only </i>echoes in the caverns of time, if only I had done "this then that would not have happened..."</span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Don't fool yourself, fate is entirely character-based, not accidental or inevitable consequences, and time Lines can be avoided, by the action of active intelligence alone, you could have done it all but you got sloppy and you got Lazy, people who make it don't fake it... </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">or get slow stupid and laid back but keep going like a Roller Coaster without intermission, only the brave survive the mental torment of transition, i.e. very few people go to the heaven afterlife we all expected, it is a different aspect dimension than you are used to:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">you live in the spirit; but even in the flesh, the semiconductors of the soul have an equal attraction to the third polarity of halfway intermediate evil, can you survive in a world filled with Dishonest People? Can you cleanse yourself of Self, can you <i>Murder your EGO</i>, if you do; <i>you will live without guilt fear or Hatred in your own Heart...</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-56673138677944112942024-01-02T12:58:00.005+00:002024-01-11T02:31:02.055+00:00Goodbye to the Past...<span style="font-family: helvetica;">yet it is forever with you in memory... Happy new Page, new Paragraph, new subject matter, the times I have seen my big digital Weather clock revert to 1/1 of the new year so many many times... and only just replaced the batteries,</span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Life is a slow drawn-out Misery... for most Plebs like me... you get tired of New Year and Birthdays, Anniversaries send you Loco, nothing Excites or surprises you anymore, but you have an overwhelming signal from your unconscious mind, that your time is almost UP...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">My mind is filled with a coward's fear... there is no paradise or heaven no redemption however hard you tried, however much you have sacrificed and cried... no amount of luxury gifts or sensual enticement can persuade me to Cheer up... I have run out of Hope faith and belief, to believe in anything at all, what is left is torment and Anxiety... and certain Death.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">the semi psudo civilized world is in Perpetual conflict with itself, nothing is set in stone, at any moment nothing is certain or guaranteed, and there is no safety from the ultimate Storm... </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">we are on the verge of a </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">dangerous </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">global </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Neurosis that has no cure... there is no hope in tomorrow as that liberating Day <i>will never ever come</i>... there will only be anarchy and destruction... Human dignity is under threat, worldwide, the subjugation of sentient souls is predominant...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Communism did not liberate the people, it controlled and suppressed them into a new order of Hierarchy, even more corrupt than that is deemed to replace...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">We Actually provoke a War that has no end... the human race is a bloody mess constantly killing an enemy that does not really exist, just corrupted spiritual software called Religion, we are fighting for ideals that cannot be achieved... or reconciled;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">People burn out like Candles left in a Crypt for a prayer, till all that is left is wax tears that melt into the floor... Human Love is a Croc of shit, it is just loneliness in disguise... another form of self-deception, remember, you will always be Betrayed...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/x0lWhi4pOSk" width="320" youtube-src-id="x0lWhi4pOSk"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">xjt</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-34934142382272170892023-12-28T18:15:00.000+00:002023-12-28T18:15:11.513+00:00The Alternative to Suicide...<span style="font-family: helvetica;">Why waste your time you gonna die anyway... <i>give your life to others</i>... instead; you will even feel good about yourself... by all means throw your own life away, but please don't drag innocent souls with you, out of sheer Devilment... to inflict pain without reason but driven by Ignorance and a closed mind...</span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">the alternative to suicide <i>is a life without meaning</i>... to just sit in a Council flat looking at the Magnolia walls and waiting to die... for your next Pension check, after fried chips baked beans, and a dead Animal burger, and watching a Tablet in a darkened room... don't give up; <i>Yet...</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">the alternative is actually to "Carry on" regardless and keep smiling in the face of a Polar Vortex in your face, Life can be a rough ride... in an old dry Vagina (yes I love that word)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Face it head-on or lay down and let Tanks flatten you, you gotta fight for your right to Party... or burn the house down... take your last fix/Drink/wank, and get arrested for nothing you did deliberately, the only free will you have is in your dreams, all else is fantasy...<br /></span><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">death is a better fate than most lives...</span></div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-23016044388661320152023-12-14T14:38:00.002+00:002023-12-14T14:38:24.601+00:00Silence is Violence...<div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Silence is Violence if you don't Man up and stand your ground... dont accept the status quo don't take the put-downs, wise up, and <i>speak up...</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">To stay silent in the face of a smothering hand over your mouth is a terrible way to be damned... to say nothing when quiet wickedness is a kind of violence in a silent cowardly acceptance like we accept many millions of animals are slaughtered daily hourly endlessly...</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Silence is acquiescence therefore violence by proxy... by ignorance and denyability... Speak out against the rape and oppression of Womankind, our distant sisters need help and a way out of endless subjugation and cruel domination by Men who don't see a human but a donkey to carry your woes and provide you with security and warmth, Women are People too...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Set them free from abject lifelong slavery now...</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Qmiya1QUkOw" width="320" youtube-src-id="Qmiya1QUkOw"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-38244203321194649962023-12-12T18:28:00.001+00:002023-12-14T14:29:01.880+00:00Hello to old fanny-flaps<span style="font-family: verdana;">I often think of old girlfriends, from time to time and just one of them turns out justifiably at the top of the list... you don't need a name, just to know She made Chinese Cabbage... that I have yearned for many years, such a taste I cannot describe... Sausage hot pot was another masterpiece of Hers...</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">she excited and stimulated every sense I ever had to overload...<br /></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">she was a real Pal a friend and a part-time beaten wife... sorry it is true, I was an incurable drunk at the time, it is a wonder I can strive at 70 coz I took it easy in many ways...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">But I am coming again not to penetrate but to Ameliorate, She was the finest Woman who ever tried to love me... </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jamilis Tesstorato, what a bitch what a fuc* what a Woman... what a lost memory how soon is now in a memory...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/TmJ_hGOVebs" width="320" youtube-src-id="TmJ_hGOVebs"></iframe></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thank GLASGOW for the 11 11 Cow... 1978 wasn't all bad, but turned out sad and broken, Sorry JT, I really do still love you in gratitude alone... thanks for the baby, cut to pieces... thanks for the pleasure you gave me that made it...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/i3MKTm-49uI" width="320" youtube-src-id="i3MKTm-49uI"></iframe></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hope you survive the imminent holocaust...</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-49876867751760032922023-12-09T17:43:00.007+00:002023-12-13T12:13:32.374+00:00Life is an NDE:<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Life is a near-death experience between each and every heartbeat of the "Host" at every moment of the day, you are seconds from the end at all times... and just about everybody is scared witless... that all this sensual wonderful living experience comes to an end?... </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">WHY? Every kiss is a one-way injection into the great illusion of the falsehood in existence itself...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Does a Tomato have an afterlife, do Bees get a reward for such selfless hard sacrificial lives... is there any justice or does wickedness exist because it can; there are only living algorithms that eventually predict a bad outcome from most promises made by humans that are abandoned...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">life is a captured fractal that grows like a quartz crystal, is there a mind? is there a God, yes you are part of that mind which is demarcated by another we are reflections of photons translocated via the act of thought itself...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Only the magnificent illusion exists, the more you analyze it the more confused you become... and in direct ratio the less you understand or have any control over it... you are just a <i>witless witness watching a light show</i>, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nothing is actually there or ever was including all of us, just the lust for suffering which is War... the men of Immoral uninvited, invasion provoked hatred, but there is no end; to it...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">~</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey in 10 mins nothing matters, you knew this wasn't forever, it is always time to pay...</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8AHCfZTRGiI" width="320" youtube-src-id="8AHCfZTRGiI"></iframe></div><p><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">Xxx love ya Mr Cash...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Roboto Mono;">rest in Rock Blues Soul and Roll...</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-2629004452225835652023-11-23T20:05:00.002+00:002023-11-29T16:33:42.375+00:00Word Power...Oh boy do words malinger like poison gas or a breath of fresh air, they are the Building blocks of sentient cohesive social permeance, Just look at the books that have been absorbed by finer minds than yours...<div><br /></div><div>The Power of Love yet the Danger of hate is responsible for all the core civilizations the Earth has ever known... driven by Words that become creeds, which then become legends, and then become inflated myths and cultures that transmigrate into religions and faiths of diverse or many variants of one, like Christianity has several thousand re-brands... yes that many DUH, what did you know? huh, Me neither...</div><div><br /></div><div>Words are more potent than <i>Thermonuclear detonation</i>... as they persists longer than any single explosion; just take a look at the Hate Cultures that now are beginning to affect us all (We peaceful pleasure seeking vein glorious Westerners) </div><div><br /></div><div>it is time to learn from the NAZI's sorry no joke intended, in fact, I am deadly serious as a matter of fact... it is time to get hot hard and very angry... get a Deadly HARD ON and fuck the enemy deeply, right into the Womb rip that Cervix like a true Motherfucker, Conception is the new front line...</div><div><br /></div><div>When will the Western world wake from its Coma, we have been invaded by a silent so far peaceful people... but their agonizing misinformation and 'anti-modern' anti-truth reality opposing the science-based culture of esteemed information... is not; like what we got Man... </div><div><br /></div><div>these folk only know how to emulate the Mullar who infects them... with the pith/soul/essence of hate and discrimination to the bitter and final end of all endings, in killing us they dont see they will actually kill themselves as well, well that's idiocy for ya...</div><div><br /></div><div>Not all Men are ever equal, don't believe the HYPE... there are folk who dont need to be here... know what I mean? this silent army will "activate" in a given time... beware the lands and wastelands of the new Earth future, The Weather is trying to tell you..</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>I AM AS MAD AS HELL, <br />AND IM NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE</i></b>, Peter Finch does a Wonderful Job, I actually saw this in a Movie theatre... How do you rate the message all these years later...</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZwMVMbmQBug" width="320" youtube-src-id="ZwMVMbmQBug"></iframe></div><br /><div>one of my many favorite Australasian beings in all of time... a really good bloke x</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565802737313448691.post-33455855221475771952023-11-23T19:36:00.001+00:002023-11-23T19:36:20.762+00:00Sorry to the Russian People<span style="font-family: Indie Flower;">Yes, this is legitimate compassion and shared sorrow, for the enemy... nobody cheers at the suffering of others do they? show your true heart and Eternal soul choose mercy over anger... but you are enflamed like a New Groom's Penus on his honeymoon... for the first time 'under contract' till she wants half of everything a few years later... it seems Divorced Men only marry Bitches? but who wants to go to bed with a boobytrap...</span><div><span style="font-family: Indie Flower;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Indie Flower;">Only young Men want to fight, Old men know much better, you'd think but look at MAO, what a Cancer to China He was... he is a beloved mass murderer of his own seemingly insignificant peasant people, the poor... poor who have no power over the wicked Men who came and took their land, and Daughters...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Indie Flower;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Indie Flower;">How many children's lungs could have been filled with the oxygen that uses such high explosive ammunition to detonate and makes the CARBON FOOTPRINT a mass gassing in many ways and levels of long-term fallout for our future kin... over hundreds of years... not forgetting the immediate present...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Indie Flower;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Indie Flower;">who thought about that? DUH... dictators don't think they just drink the blood of the innocent, till they themselves Drown in it...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Indie Flower;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Indie Flower;">life is a selective slaughterhouse intrinsically and esoterically... Death always comes too soon, and it won't be late for you... If Davinci can die, So can I... what point is there going on anyway... </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Indie Flower;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Indie Flower;">I wish you a good Death, be it painless and Quick... Cheerio '~'</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0