Love is ∃volv∃ Spw∃ll∃d Backward Manic Depression Bipolar Rx Psychiatric Survivor - wait - 6th extinction level event with 'business' as usual with ecocide looming? = truly insane. “It is No Measure of Health to Be Well Adjusted to a Profoundly Sick Society” - Jiddu Krishnamurti
Peace - Nothing Else Makes Sense and Justice - Nothing Else Matters
Dilution is NOT the solution to radioactive pollution: THAT is delusion. NO and NO.KNOW.NO! NUKES PLEASE: Drawing light on the Beauty of Diversity ~ Taking every last and first thing literally figurativelly through the eyes of MzDiagnosed Autism Spectrum erroneously viciously forced by lockdown that 70s style to take the Deadly Rx T-Rex thus given the Manic Depressive Bipolar it's a syndrome folks no joke. Seaing everything personally symbolically synchronicitealeafly...and No More Freaking Frack Freaks!!! ∃volv∃ is Lov∃ Spwelled Backwards
In the 90s I was working for a large financial corporation in Boston and had just achieved getting promoted to a position in the intranet department. I wanted to get more skills for that job so I got a $7,250 loan and signed up for a Webmaster certificate at Xintra Technical School in Quincy. There were four modules, or classes in that certificate and I took the Coding class first, then the web design. I really liked our teacher for the web design class. Then there was a rumor that the school was going to close.
A few weeks before the web design class was completed, the school took the money and ran - back to China. Closed the school down. So our web design teacher generously offered us to complete the class at his home office in Dorchester, and provide us with a certificate for his course. I collected everyone's email addresses and got a list going. I got the information for the Massachusetts Department of Education and how to apply for assistance from them with getting our money back.
Well, it was weird, but I believe that out of the 20 or so students in that web design class (that got robbed by Xintra,) I was the only one that applied for assistance with the Dept. of Ed. It took over 5 years, but I did get some of that loan exonerated. They should have comp'd three quarters of the loan, but they only did a half. Thank you Sallie F!@#$%^&*()_reakin' Mae. 52 when those accumulated training/failed degree at U/Mass loans finally got paid off. I'm so sorry for what the kids are going through these days.
hat tip to the Crack! off the end of a Bat Right OUT a Fenway Pahk
♥∞☮NO☮∞♥
DO NOT DREAM IT IS OVER DO NOT DREAM IT IS OVER DO NOT DREAM IT IS OVER DO NOT DREAM IT IS OVER DO NOT DREAM IT IS OVER DO NOT DREAM IT IS OVER "The Coup is Positioning to Embed in Venequela to be able to funnel Russia and China up through to the U.S.A to take over"
♥∞☮NO☮∞♥
TRUMP IS A RUSSIAN OPERATIVE
they do not want to IMPEACH or STOP THE SHUTDOWN because THEY ALL IN
WASHINGTON EAT FROM THE SAME PLATE DO NOT DREAM IT IS OVER DO NOT DREAM IT IS OVER DO NOT DREAM IT IS OVER DO NOT DREAM IT IS OVER DO NOT DREAM IT IS OVER DO NOT DREAM IT IS OVER
♥∞☮NO☮∞♥
The end of this song devolving into sadness? NO. I disagree within that hat tip tune to the Beloved but Sad song above. Mother Earths NATURE Does Need Us. She LOVE all us. We ARE IN FACT ONE organism made up of each cell, each molecule, each component, Every Last (non evil parasitic [does not kill its host]) Human On Earth
Dig?
♥∞☮NO☮∞♥
each of us are spiritually connected more and more each second like it or not now not up to us Look to the Universe and 'Time' or our concept of...
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(gbus snapshot...) Thank you for being in our world with us Erykah...amazing woman. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ and in other better.nuze:
HUMAN. Capitalism at the root of corruption. Take-overs. Colonization through violence.
Ben & Jerry's WAS delish. Oops! !P0p!
Both sides of the brain. IT is watching us all as well, fangs dripping, dripping. Recording into $atan'$ lair, 'embedded' d.e.e.p.l.y., secretly into Mother E herself. School of hard bullshit Knox.
What is IT under the Guise of 'teaching' who what???...in fact, doing to you. Breathe into that thought.
Ben ampersand Jerry's is now IT corporate.
What???
Used to like the Cinnamon Bun iced cream. There was a swirl of loving ingredients, syrup, containing a blast of quality cinnamon. Just that image for a moment, put the diabetes and subjugation of the blessed cow et all or any hinky anything out of your mind for a sec. so you can stomach it. Yu...m...? Pass the Remote=Remote Viewing. Yikezwhillikikikikikikerz.
looks like dog puke to me
for shame, CORPORATE
The last time I will ever eat the current now GMO laden Corporate Been and Jelly's, oh, I mean Ben & Jerry's ice cream was the Cinnamon Bun, bastardized and puke laden. I have a photo here for you to illustrate the ingredients they put in it now. Corporations are in fact NOT HUMAN.
I kept spitting them out after choking down a few of them. Threw away half the tub after choking some of it down. I had a stomach ache for days...hurts to look at this.
Stoopid, stoopid me.
A week later I still yet have been horribly ill fighting off chem+flu since the 3rd, finally shaking it now ... I hope.
Fahghet Aabaaaht ET. Have a good day. All freaking apologies.
The anxiety will slowly lift and we will all sleep better again. Cabin fever s*x.
Don't Dream It's Over
hat tip to Martin Luther King Jr. day and the fact that this year is a lunar eclipse in the first degrees of Aquarius. 'We Shall Ola Come'. 'Leave Alone'. Ma and Pa. First words in the stoller in Lexington, then Concord Massachusetts. Revolutionary War, homeplaces of the argument between them of who shot the stupid first bullet. Heard around the world. The Evil has been Spinning this way, more for the billionaires less for everyone else and do so at the destruction of the planet? No.
No. I Think Not.
On Cracking Code
Soulfully Willfully
With Soul
Literally. Symbolically. Synchronistically.
The feminine. Gemini, however a masculine sign.
On Suffocating slowly. Literally. Symbolically. Synchronistically.
Carl Jung. A Causal Synchronicity and using astrological symbols to illustrate examples.
Don't Dream It's Over
I believe in reality as well. I have incorporated it into my 'belief system' that constantly does what? Evolves. The one constant is Change. I was born seeing everything through symbols, slightly slanted and backwards with astygmatism and dyslexia through spectrum autism where you see things spectrally, and so to try to keep balance equals taking everything for face value thus literally. It is a gift, like a rainbow to give that a symbol. Diversity is the one as all literally.
Homeopathy
The philosophy a way of life.
'A bite of the dog that bit you.'
Don't Dream It's Over
In Tai Chi, the breathing first step.
Tai Chi
Chi She` equals the sinking down onto, with Earth, breathing her air, arms in a round circle imagining your Chi, which is the Earth herself within your circle of life symbol using your arms mostly here in this stance bending your knees and breathing into your bones, through your bones. Thinking nothing. Tai Chi, one stands in the yogic Mountain Pose. Then one melts into the second pose, Chi Sheh, pronounced phonetically the second pose. So, emulating being One within the Universe
Burning plastic has in fact become from something beautiful fast forward to modern abuse of the planet: in fact wrong magic. So is driving cars and heating homes.
Don't Dream It's Over
Leaching slowly into our lungs throats bodies through the throat lungs.
In homeopathy misuse abuse that is worsening the black in the lungs of all life on earth, whole kit and caboodle, whole ball of wax etc.
Humans have suffered from heating homes throughout recent history. Or not being able to heat homes. Or breathing home fires indoors, very bad for the breathing.
Historical recency. The Great Bamboozle. Everything was back-ass backwards until now, this very month of 1.1.2019. Retrograde, simply. We are now direct. The reset has been set for us by simply that which occurs up there. Our place within the universe that surrounds us like a hug.
Universal thought. That which we see is what we create. Delusion? No. Creativity. Creating the world you want to see with your own...imagination. And to each, his own, we all have them. ;)
Burning 'Fossile Fuels' agreed they are not either, they are the Petro Chemical Military Industrial Complex, a cancer upon the earth. Blackwater, PUKE!. ?? Really? Harmlife=water it should be. Wreaked upon with malevolence and rath upon Earth.It need not be that way. If then statements within internet code. Wish I could write code but I was too busy Dreamingweavers. The back end. Behind the scenes. The man behind the curtain. Silly Oz, tricks are for...suffer naught the Children, Kavanaugh. His daughter is also Liza. No, no, no. Psychopaths in office...?
It can easily stop immediately THAT polluting the earth through the rape and theft of others resources. Cease and desist. After that, exponential escalation of spontaneous healing. Completely the other way from this way.
Magic is nothing like the cottage industries that built up around it, the smoke and mirrors. It is a simple formula
That Which Occurs. Simple. Elegant Code. To sound like, try to imitate or channel however you want to see it ... like the days of old ways ... Thou shalt not ... burn plastic ... as part of the fallout ... that is going on Out There ...
The hearth is the lifesblood, the heart of the home. It was done at the Blue Moon, where I found the boulder in the back yard with the boule/bowl of blue granite in it, with the blue granite stone boulder out front. A sacred bowl carved out of Earth from the Atmosphere with includes the Universe. An ouroborous carved in very dense blue granite where I cleaned out the burnt bottles and trash and they had also burnt plastic and then... created a gorgeous flower garden. The soil can in fact relatively quickly regenerate after the dosing no matter how small ceases. Lets please not be part of the greater problem at least in our own homes.
When did we start driving cars, and why? Oh, yeah, to enrich J.P. Morgan and spawn. Fe` Ew. Yucky. Can't wash that off.
The evil is receding. It must back down now in order to attempt to survive. We will not relinquish, and IT will not be able to grow any longer, IT has become useless and IT knows IT relinquishing IT's host, IT's grip in a Yuga sort of way.
Do not dream it is over. Dream of all the Beauty in this Whole Life. Hat tip to a Brother.
Silence is in fact golden. Breathe...
That which is, minus this still smoke and mirrors, the internet.
Ground! Protection around ALL ONE Good in Perpetuity. Punto. Here's your fewer words. ;)
Ok, obviously I'm just writing what comes into my head hear. Don't freak out. Obviously, I make no claim that this post is logical, based on science or sensical. It's just what flowed through, dig? Poetry. Poetic license. Please take it easy.
as
a.) For every action there is in fact a reaction.
b.) There exist many timelines that can intersect, or not.
Waving My Freak Flag High
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if
There are always consequences for every action on every timeline. then
if
How can I as an individual then
effect the change so desperately needed to be seen by All as One of this world?
if
As but one puny huwoman [but one of what they supposedly tell us 8 or n=9 Billions] how can my actions
Cause a chain reaction? Through love of music? I am not a musician despite the fact that I have studied music passionately. then
If it is of my belief that my heart is shattered beyond repair and I do not love myself much beyond caring about and for my temple and temples as best I can Then how is it that I so 'dearly love over all good caring Huwomanity, 'Mother Earth, 'Grandmother Galaxy and the 'Universe we all reside in ... so deeply?
Ah, I have an answer to that one. Because this Universe Is Home.
How is it that I have wanted to not exist most of my entire life, yet do not have one ounce of courage when it comes to actually ending my life? Is it cowardice to care for others, or is it courage to carry on for them?
If I sea reality* straight up head on in the face, Then why does reality* looks away from me? Why?? ** reality, as symbolised for example by the beloved Sea Time travel? Travel, no, I call bullsh@t on that. That is not the point. Yet again. Travel is not the point. Time lines is the point. Must care for and stay within all appropriate given time lines, not with the wish to escape from one to another. Saturn, the Lord of Karma will always catch up to anyone's essence or soul, after the body leaves it. There is always exi-stance of the soul unless one wants to be transformed. What makes me so sure? I have no desire to prove the unprovable. It just is. I can feel it in my gut. I have no way of proving phoofe proof.
!Pop! ahhhh, rude awakening ?'reality'? is sometimes
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To the tunes of The Who - Eminence Front (Original) and then Rage Against the Machine - The Ghost of Tom Joad
Hear the opening riff? time bending mind melding. Against the Machine.
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Dawns April Fool Gemini Nemesis
I was 15. I'd already been so worked over that I was already gone. I didn't want to be infamous, the idea of people knowing me horrified me to begin with. Social Anxiety Disorder became the label, but it was just old fashioned PTSD from infancy. I was just a very messed with and up kid, and after moving around endlessly to appease Mother, who just wanted better, better, better from father, I wanted friends that would take me in. Protect me from stupid, senseless self-hating and they did above and beyond their best. But also loved us dearly. Tried to figure it out but it is ripping my gut to shreds to this day.
So, I stepped in it. I had no idea what I was doing. Less than most 15 year olds, that is for sure. I grew of course, to love those kids and especially their mother with all my heart. The Elephant in the Room wasn't even around, we had no idea where he was. But the Machine does not care. That family had to have tremendous patience to just put up with my own stupid suffering, AND their own unwanted association with infame. My ego was already distorted from birth. Obvious to this very second.
Never drink this satanic shit
it gives folks cancer
unknowingly
I am a Gemini sun. Of course I wanted to 'be a writer' when I grew up. But I wasn't as stupid as (I believed) everyone thought I was. And I despised competition. I left, got mentally mutilated and came back to that family, who took me in with open arms. No one knew clearly what Autism was, or that I had it. I just had that old gut feeling something was more than wrong with must me and my DNA.
Talking Heads, When the Days Go by.
Professions are like most Capitalist ventures in that the best and brightest or most somehow famous are jockeying for position on top, and don't give a f@ck who they hurt to get there. In Gross Generalisation, of course. They didn't know I had disabilities. They didn't give a shit, on their way to more fame and fortune, while exposing my guts to my face without any one else knowing. How fucked up was that? Oh, I'm digressing into the subject of Music. I couldn't even share that with anyone without them thinking it was paranoia and then the gaslighting. Hangry? You betcha. Wanna be? Absolutely Not.
After I left, my pathetic story was fair game for any who took a chunk off the rumor mill to profit off of. I was fair game because I was a Masshole who also hated my own guts and constantly being ripped off this way. So I believed. I vowed to show all the fockers that I was never a debutant wanna be that shit made me wanna puke. I wasn't anything any of them thought. I just wanted to be left alone to be my stoopid s.elf. So yes, I bought into the prophecies and suicided my youth while acting out familial and ancestral issues but only trying to work for training benefits while I struggled with social issues for State Street Corp. That I didn't even consciously know about. Don't rip those permanent internal stitches laughing now.
No one's laughing much these days, for real. It must not be easy doing that for a living either. With all the insanity going on on and at the world? If you ain't upset then something may be wrong there imho.
ll Myth of the Twin Towers
Worship the Myth of the Twin Towers? Still? Blue Blood style. Hey, It was Quigley and he and Cora finally Rocked. The oldest monoliths in the world were amazing but under those dangerous bright lights that can crash and burn you if you let your demons consume you. But it is so sad what is done to the indigenous. Give them back their sovereign dignity. Leave them be for any of your Gods' sakes. Christ! Chri$tianity? Really? More insanity and slavery of the mind. Throw in the unconscionable sodomy of children and yet more war on human sovereignty. Cruise ship fiction? My take. He was a hot Man. He had Vision. They crucified him for trying to spread the word that we are all one species and we can care for, heal each other and mostly ourselves first and the planet in one movement. I believe in that, but what makes Evil, oh, I mean what seems like Evangelicals on TV seem to believe any one religion is the Only Religion over Others? Dreaming up an apocalypse so more for them and less for everyone else? Are not Wars against the People in fact, Satanic? Yes, they are in fact. That turns me off all organized religion right in it's tracks, sorry. But, to each his own, and I have tremendous respect for others to believe what they like as long as they hurt no one.
Universal Love
I believe in the Universe. Universal Love. Get your head out of your jeans. No, not stars that is silly, I meant the sky, the skeye, the one and only Universe. That we know about. so far So far, so good. And timelines that we know about for goodness' sake. But thanks, anyway.
If I should die before I wake I will take care of my own soul thank you very, very much. Ding! No one was courageous enough to ask me directly. I didn't even have the curse/gift of speech until now, at almost 60. Autism is rough when you are a loner and you believe that you are a loser to boot. I was set up, just like so many, to play a crazy role in All The World Stage. Cut the sh@t!
And I will let my soul freely soar though time and space to explore other worlds, believe you me, when it is time, hopefully a centarian in relatively good health, I practice every second of my exi.stance. I wish I had been part of good Community in one way or another that would take, but I was initially mistakenly raised by a Mah that worked too hard, which translated to a special needs kid (no one talked about special needs back then), to believe I should not have existed in the first place, and it never got shook off, so it wasn't in that deck of cards. My bad. What in hell did they do to my poor Mah? It's rooted in that old nemesis, alcoholic beverages no blame, no one's fault. Poor Mah. Thanks, but no thanks. I'd rather face 'reality' in my own way and ask for money when I am good and ready, if it ever comes which it may or may not. My work may flop. There is always that possibility hanging over me. It is unacceptable for me to hurt anyone any further. Sacrifices always have to be made for money and I have been through enough. They can't take that away.
II Gemini Glyph. 'I think.' More calling out to my fears here. I dare you back. Don't Think, you'll be torn down now. Financially. Yet again. Another financial collapse being machined by the upper echelons. They eat their own. Malevolent. Monarchy. They are the ones who want Anarchy for us, NOT US. Some of us still believe in the promise of democracy even if it is a myth controlled by big business. Prove Us Otherwize. Please. Ping! Please stop this madness. Towers towering over the masses. Torn down and again, and again. On fire. Angelfire. ('I') sea through their lies, along with most of the 99.9%. Missile systems programming of the father. It socks, I am but a tool. A foolish tool. And Eye No. Thank gahd for opposition. And dogs. I'd much rather clean up after them. And care for them as best I can but I sock at that too. Thank gahd I never allowed myself to birth offspring.
Demons, personal or otherwize? YIKES, RuN!!!!!
Demons expressed through my nightmares from 3 am to 5 am the dawning of Jan. 15. It culminated with (the flu is not what we think it is) gasping for breath for a few more hours every time I tried to fall asleep as this flu coupled with the geoengineering has been trying to suffocate us all around these parts unknowingly, me since the 3rd. Gotta work through it. I set myself up by loving my chickens too much in the summer. The banties wanna be hugged. My best friend's brother dies of cancer. Oh no, oh my god.
De man lived through it. Scarred. See what can happen when you take in strays? Your toughlove as gotta be tough as nails on chalkboard. Don't worry, this too shall pass. Like a furball.
PTSD can get spontaneously vicious when triggered, you betcha, just the wrong way Right coupled with wrong sleep deprivation over a few months. Got a few things to fret about, but it must always be ... silently. Don't we all? So turn that TV Programming on as loud as you can. The first II ex wife slept around then with a stoopid cop to get rid of you, then the stoopid cop.elf that was being manipulated by the soon to be ex was staking out your place in the shooting range! stoopid elfs abound. To get that first unfair ding on your record and the rest was exponential. Oh, yeah. We both got almost murdered at birth. I get it, and I know as well but have to keep that past of mine in de Nile with no desire to be understood. But I am, in fact, sorry for it. I really had wanted that bachelor's degree and crack at a half decent career helping folks out if it were not for the inflicted syndrome. Forget you too, U/Mass Boston, jerks. Paid off the damned loans at 52 years old with no degree. Call it what you like. I call it a stainless steel spoon shoved up the old...
Quatro Stagione
Winters? are rough out here at the camp? All year round. Cabin fever is the worst of the winter. And maybe getting up the road in the Bad Ass Truck. It's always something. Yahoos. Hicks. Stoopid careless ATV toys for the rich, or careless drivers that see our road as a fracking playground. He work so hard just to get the road cleared so we can access help if one of us gets hurt. Stoopid selfish pedigree bougie neighbors. 923 livin it up in the jacuzzi with the ivy league NASTY probably smellyUGLY bougie booty. Hack into the info and think you know the truth? You are as bad as they are.
Phew! Few. Cabin fever. Get through the struggle just to get through each day thinking freely at least thinking so, and you get to enjoy the snowshoes and go hug trees.
The walls are as old as me and only for show. The wild fluctuations in weather are fought off with a small and very old wood stove. It's so small and close I am yet again fighting off suffocating. I 'pray protection over that precious tiny land boat. Walmart spews 'no boundaries' to try to further it's Chinese bamboozling after destroying Mom and Pops stores. CEOs collect further and share less? WTF. The winds howl against the machinations that try to control Mother E. That's on them and there is always reckoning, either now or later. Instant Justice is better but we are so puny that even decades seem like a long time to us. It's part of the control structure.
That One Practice Speech. That was all it took, and so long ago. The seed planted and only now I am forced to let it grow. This is not me. I am being controlled just like all of us on this poor little beloved beautiful but suffering un and consciously prison planet. 'Where's the Outrage??'
Oh, yeah, and...Speaking of The Demon Machine. Ah, NO. Yet another poppet:
II Trump's EW birthday (puke!) pardon me, !blurp! is the day before mine (dry heaves). I call IT's birthday Fag Day flying in his face because Freedom is True and it Flies Free in the Face of this Monster. He must live 20 more lives in the City's Aquaduct ALL ALONE shaking rats off his nasty translucence with the Ghost of Tom Joad. (RATM) These folks deserve more dignity and have more spiritual strength in the tips of their fingernails than you and your entire DNA ancestry would ever have. RAGE: Forget you too Trump. May you be expunged from history. Yellow is my puke color, but it represents Gemini as well sometimes. Insert big heart here...
No internet connections? Just a tiny splash of color against the cyber that is terrorism through what is called internet. Fuck you too, NSA. WAR machines. Blucifer, and the G Denver Airport D.U.M.B.s. Oh, did I mention that again? That's the true SNL skit. Verrrrrry interesting, but Not Funny. Art Carney? Laugh In. Keep flying overhead, @ssholes. They are on coffee break and gotta take another crap. We have always just been pet projects for the trainees for trying to survive with nothing to show for.
Bitter Winds
Yeah, I know, hardly anyone has time to read much and me too, especially because I have a real hard time reading and absorbing it with loud @ss TV programming at my right brain. Change it up. It is hardly read? Maybe and No Auntie Mad Hatter. This is yet another child, it is written and out in the ethers. Writing. Magic. Expression makes me feel that I am potentially still alive and well. No one here that I know of has time to hear my thought anyway, it's too bizarre and generates fear. Shackles, on, frantic midnight typing before the makework of life dawns yet again. 'Papa' was gonna write about the Rx machine, welcome, my sun before the two of us got ripped away from each other. Twisted. Twist?
Cat Naps
Grab your cat naps between stoking the stove every 4 hours so the pipes don't freeze all fans blasting the heat around in the freeze resting up from the flu, wheezing yourself choking awake and sometimes working your ass off: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Ah, winters out here. It ain't never quiet. Unless you're outside. Get through them winters and you may live to enjoy another summer. Unless there is an eviction notice.
They Cook The Books
They cook the numbers. All of them, not just elections. Electronic mass control. For a very long time. The War Machine's Web? I agree. Yet so many rebelle' within this - and even the medium of TV. Thank gahd for this while it lasts? Poppet strings. The dollarS of all denominationS in de fiat control. Words. Word up. Each word can have endless meanings, even individually. Just like us people. I hate my own guts for ever wanting to make money.
Nemesis and Planet X
The archetype of nemesis and on Nemesis. What, do they want us to see it as a relief?? No! Our souls are way too strong for that.
I always hold out the possiblitry that it is in fact yet another myth used to control us through fear the PlanetX theory, and we build our cottages up all around it to date, but the evidence throughout the history we are allowed to come to know if we are well healed or lucky or seek it out or all of the above, cryptic as it may be, in conjunction with true witnesses that have fallen before us because their minds could not be controlled. Is PlanetX real? Is it real, or a myth. You decide. Not them, they who try to control us through their Bluefangs. You. Project Bluebeam? Why? Their war drum beat goes on. Fe` Blucifer and Denver airport, G? It all begins to be the D.U.M.B.S. and add up. The Taxes they rip out of our flesh seem mostly Demonic,and in deed and they need not be that way. So. No more depression or any other kind of pills, just toothpicks in my eyes keeping them open, so to speak. Reptillians, anyone? He who in hell knows. The Grimace and his mechanical 'heart friends'. Control through war mass confusion and fear. WTF??
More compulsive and too much writing as life's blood in winter minus the gardens under an increasingly webby skies. Wheeeze. Cat naps. Bastards. Don't worry, no one will be able to stomach reading it anyway. It is out of love, after all, truth, toughlove, isn't it? And of course too many words.
X-Philes 11 Chris was more write than they may have known about what is an 'Audioslave but we know now with the permanent swords through the ... heart.
Amazing guitar, you. Midnight blues.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Personally, I suffered from vicious auditory hallucinations. Just more susceptible than most? My Mah got the radio from her fillings in her teeth in NYC back in the late 50s. But so many are that way. It's what the evil ones fear most. Clairaudience and CARING and that of all kinds. We can 'see through It. Getting slipped the mickey with acid that first day of 6th grade didn't help my brain's matters. Never cared for the subsequent experimentation nor what addiction did to people. Had my legal addiction problems to cope with, what is the difference? You decide.
On cold turkey giving up beloved whine, bear since April Fools day of this year. All the colors came out. Salute`. Cheers. Cheerios. (choke!) !Pop! Yet another bubble gets it.
For me ongoing as one of the billions of fans out there it's oh, a commercial INTERRUPTION just a sec. Just Shut Up and Listen don't express yourself because you are not rooted in the reality that is news and Politics and What's really going on equals: = TV Programming??? Suck down another drink? No. My true thoughts, and opinions and using creativity to bear against it are not exactly fun. Fear that I will be forced into another mental prison butt this time shackled physically and mentally for life. Overcome.
In clarity I am who I truly am. Chicken shit? Yeah. Memory and all. Yet one more ball of wax amongst the masses creating the true Ball of Wax. The world is a melting pot. Not just one cunt tree. I call bullshit on all of it, I would blow TV programming up, then sort out the gems in the piles, pyres or whatever, and there are gems in there that can help you use your own mind to discern the teachings. Meditation helps reveal things to you. The desire to know the Akashic Record. Only have it on a little bit occasionally, from time to time, cherry picking the best shows like Scotty Kilmer on the nemesis that are our beloved love/hate vehicles. Enter the mustang story. Oh, the pain, oh, god No.
Mustang? A nice old ride and the older the better, but...English language is a conspiracy in and of itself. Must-train. Must unfree the horse from it's freedom through fettering? No. Those vicious assholes treat the Wild Horses with vile disrespect. The last holdouts. I would like them to do to themselves and their precious families what they do to those precious families of Wild Horses. Forget You Fake Bastards Too. Blam! Guns God and Money. Karma. Sooner or later, you monsters. Leave those Wild Horses bee! God, the heart wrenching that this Mother E suffers from every living second of every living day. Rape on the grandest scale every god forsaken second. Try to breathe.
The altar of TV worshipping a rude fabricated reality enriching all who play a part in producing it. Think this. Act out that. Shoot guns. No wonder there is so much violence and mayhem, we are taught it from the damned TV telly shows and movies of what's 'really going on out there'. I'm in here though, in my mind. But talking overall on the Shit Box that is Tell Lie Vision, aggressive digression between devil, oh, I mean Big Business worship because truly there can be found lessons to be learned from the vicious thing. Oh, few, it's off now for a few blessed mind resting minutes and I can think my own thoughts again without forcing, without being arrested by the tele vision that is a lie, where they all feed from the same horses' feeding trough that is the worship of money through false advertising. I know, too much generalization, and too many words. I live in a shop vac. but I am still alive as well. But a pawn pond fraud frond. Peace?
Economic Recessions
Engineering, anyone?? Products: do we consume them or is it just the opposite? Or somewhere in between. Roman coins. They keep chipping away at. Acting out the past. Go food shopping. Check out.
Dawn
I worship the dawning in the wood. It can be the best time of the day. Get a jumpstart on it. The birds slowly wake up and sing songs among each other, that escalate into a given day, depending on weather and seasons. Sets of songs that reflect each season. Quattro stagione. Feels just. When I was allowed to live at the 'Space Buggy' in NH through the guise of familial ownership it was the best in so many ways, except for the fact that Mah's wishes included I live alone there, and her true intentions were for it to Not be in the family but for Me to take over as owner of that buggy. I had named it in the Trust but she refused to follow through. Too stupid with resources. I wanted my brother to know it was again not just for me. Nope. Then the neighborhood thought I was rich. Cruel backward freaks.
The most beloved thing about that place was the fact that my stereo dominated it auditorily. I had the old fashioned analog reception for both that and the kicker? My Nemesis in reality, all my life, the TV mind/body/attempted spirit/soul programmer. It was a heavy inheritance that TV, among the discarded familial furniture of antiques and painfully sentimental effect of a family I would never know, yet again, whose monetary value had been stripped on and polyurathaned or painted yellow. I needed help to place it on it's perch where it dominated too much space with its promise of programming my mind. I got one channel in enough through the antennae, my access to the blessed last soldier standing analog, to access a fuzzy, buzzy CBS. I'd turn it on when the subconscious rape nightmares came that prevented me from falling asleep for the next day hiding my face as the microscopic cog it is behind and for some good old white men's !Pop! THE machine. ON, ON, On, chewing up my thoughts and spitting them out into my face. They handed me the diagnoses over the years, unknowingly, all part of the Big Lie. Rx Tyranny Rex.
They converted to digital from analog TV airwaves on my 2nd ex's birthday that year. Freakish.
I had heartily agreed with that objective, Work for a Living toward True Independence later in life, truly believing I had it in me to work that hard now that the shackles of a husband son two-team had been emancipated. A greed. That is a problem. But that perhaps good objective, lifelong financial security (+ mort gag = myth) changed over only a few years with increasing anxiety over the fact that my eyes were bigger than what my capabilities had become in my fourth decade. I could not in fact survive there in that camp without giving up my silly dream of obtaining a bachelors degree and continuing on falling or getting kicked off every ladder I tried to climb anyway, as the vocations I fell into to make a survival for myself were always attacked by the presidential administrations anyway. The blue tech bubble burst, remember that one in the 90s? I was studying/working to become the web developer designer I come to realise were my new shackles. The syndrome saw to cyclical falling down, as well as my inablility to overcome the infantile compulsion to fear abjectly all authority especially women with over reaching power and not know why. Rudely awakened from that through yet another politically engineered economic nightmare which was in fact the Great Depression of 2008 FUCK OFF how it is spun. So silly that what now I realise it was only a moving target, the mirage that my father had held onto for dear life. American Dream. Run hungry and terrorized from the Nazis to it. Frying pan = fire.
Beer for example. Consume it or let it consume you? I loved that stuff. Local microbrews especially. Hops? Bubbles and !Pop! the bubba with the pretty pictures labeled, some true amazing artwork that helps you imagine while the beer sucks you back. Suck it down, drown out the programming. No worries. Golden elixirs soothing (numbing) everything in your body from the second brain, the gut. Cigarettes? Products engineered to control your mind/body to go back every day and buy more. Enrich some of the worst C.E.O.s imaginable. Yeah, who has time to make your own beer, grow all those ingredients with the love they need, hops are a challenge for example and that is just the hops. Grow your own tobacco, now that is stuff that can be used to expand your mind if you don't let it consume you. Depends on the folk. It's a great community builder, relaxer and helps you block out the war on human health long enough to get a few zeez here and there, but whoa, the hangoverz zuck. I always end up using the shit against myself so I can zone out and escape into reading or getting zucked into the ever present Shit Box Altar of Mind and Thought and What You Were supposed to have Bought into. Programming. George Orwell's 1984 was required reading when I was struggling to not attend a different high school for five successive tries. Fucked over on that, yet again. Can't beat em to join em or even join the school within a school at Brookline High (hign on exacly what) when they think you are richer than they.
When I arrived here I had warned the man who was trying to help me salvage what was left of my life, that alcohol was my nemesis. Didn't take. I dumped all my problems on the poor man. He didn't understand where I was coming from. It is my problem, not his. Since I tried to drown myself with it at 12 several times, hard alcohol guzzled straight is no joke it guzzles you, got a band of cohorts from school that year to skip school help me guzzle it all drown. Didn't work, my parents got rid of their collection of gallons and liters and substituted with ew at that time - red California wine. Father only drank two tiny ceremonially Italian glasses of it at night. Now that is how to drink. Mother gave it up and drowned in insomnia and over working. I tried to help her then with stealing her Quaaludes, trying to drown myself out with 3 Rochas twice before she caught on and got rid of those two. Indifference from the school counselor because she was maybe in love with my peer. Yup. That was 7th grade at Sanborn Middle School in Concord Massachusetts. Fuck you too, lady.
Mah always seemed to work jobs so couldn't hide a damned thing from the little scamp. Latchkey. This was systemic in society. Damned but beloved survival instinct trumps ! Gahd how I hate that word now. It was so funny that time she had finally finished the constant working, working working both the job and the housework and dreaded caring for children/supper and cleanup so she could try to wind down enough to stay up and read in peace one of her true loves: books that helped her with the insomnia but then she forgot she had to try to rest for the next slavery-day. All she wanted to do was go read her beloved fiction books and be left alone poor woman. My first words were ma and pa and 'leave alone'. But that was the best time to ask her for attention, but no, it really was the worst and only time. Who the hell was pulling the strings on this play? The machine raged on the fakeness that mostly is TV with each click of the clock. Tic. Toc.
The Norwegian quarter that fights with my British quarter that fights with the origiinally Southern Italian other heritage half. Gemini the twins, Cain and Able that silly fable. 'I think.' Stop that writing? No, it is just my new set of shackles and I can think and breathe on my own with these, they are invisible but truly real and rooted in reality. True that? Change.
So I am of the belief system (yes, I call my personal beliefs a 'belief system' but that just pisses off the man who believes he is rooted through the News that equals reality to him) hey, dudez0, go ahead please be my guesst and believe what you want to but do not force your belief system on me.
A belief system allows for many schools of thought within one entity. Warring factions? You could look at it that way but I for me? No. No war. Peace. I prefer schools of thought within me that bring to the table different perspectives that continually evolve over time struggling to stay as one with the only constant we have on this planet equals change.
Charlie B jsut passed, I'm so sorry. Please Rest in Peace. No More Rabbi Ziggy-Boozer for you. Your soul is good, at peace, you were too young to go. They lost you in body only just the 16th, ripped away from your family. You are a good soul. You helped many people experience joy. Remember Earwig the teeny boatlette? On 1.17 which is your sisters and my number that we have obsessed over the years about how it keeps coming to us in different ways. So sad for you all. We like to look at synchronicity and symbolism that way and try to make it good away from any attempted outside sinister underpinnings. A form of rebellion perhaps. Silly, so what?
Charlie was too ill to read this. It will probably be discarded with no time or will to read. So here it is again.
A Prayer For You All
from Adaline the Incredulous
Wed, Jan 9, 11:06 AM (9 days ago)
to Charles who I had nothing to do with most of my life anyway.
I have been praying for you, Charles and your family anyway since you got sick, but here is a copy of this message, about back in the day.
To your sister: "I remember how when I took refuge at your home, how handsome your big brother was, (and how even though I thought all his friends were so 'boo-gee', that they were benevolent to us younger girls, and how I did not fear them in the least. They never did leer at nor act inappropriately with us, or make us feel anything but protected, in other words, they were all perfect gentlemen even though they were so young. (besides the sibling rivalry that can go on with siblings)"
I am so very sorry for your wife and family, for Charlie B, and for your entire family and friends...you all. Blessings to all of you during this unfair and extremely difficult time.
They will never read it, no worries. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
IT Before It took over. It tries to get it's hooks into all of us, even if we are good. Evil incarnate.
Hat tip to Stephen King.
Hopefully these Monstrous for your healthDrinks, and you know those three glyphs in Israeli are in cruel translation in fact '666' just like Kushner who can read, and 'family', the cheap beer in cans, cigarettes and self ruination will not be passed on from swimming in a wireless soup of vaping and chasing the almighty dollar. Vapid vaping. The poor kids of this generation, poor not as in money if you can afford that toxic shit. It's just the bad Israelis too, they are not all alike!!! Good Israelis are out there too, believe it or not. My god, Palestine, it is NOT FAIR what has been done to That Country and it must stop NOW!!! Stop the madness and for all the children of this beautiful planet, let's all just freaking get along, somehow, some and in any wayz, PLEAZE!!!!! Greed is a disease.
In some ways as devastating as it is, the lack of money can force shields off so the spirit and mind can develop with more integrity without that twisted thinking running interference. If yours can live through it and too many can't, greed is a disease. Give us homes and communities! For good Gods' sakes! Just true base survival creates too keen a perception of truth, if you can survive that is. Only the fittest through Spirit Love and Perseverance survive into centarianism on Earth.
One has to believe they can survive to have half a chance to luck out and actually survive with the body for the duration of a life. !Blip! Homelessness sucking to no end out of the lifesblood in the process through no rest. No Rest! (Zack De La...) Truth is, we are allshackled by invisible parasitic vampirism. They masquerade as Human. Demons in the flesh and in spirit controlled by so few that some call it The Demon that increasingly like a cancer controls to force us to make money to feed our blessings and creations, running for our very lives so to speak, even if in a standstill, most of us bear the what are supposed to be blessed children. Suffer not, the child. Us adults struggling to keep them shielded so they can laugh, learn, receive the love of protection and hopefully unfettered guidance to be themselves rather than extensions of us.
Guilded cage or the days go on, water flowing under. Talking Heads can yeah, fuck off. No less. No more. I am but yet another a humble pawn, one of billions in this too often cruel game called life on Mother E. Witch I am through still possessing life gripping and holding onto for dear now for a long assed duration just to spite the fuckers that have tried to make me suicide myself as they have been planning for the entirety of my distorted ego ridden life before I was born. It's payback from the last go round where I cut the cord too short. I think. Why do I isolate? What do you truly think/feel? Don't ask, please. I'd be the dunce cap searching for a corner to face where the cap won't get knocked off in a round room of like minded individuals all just trying to have a good time instead of facing the distortion that masquerades as reality. Or more hopefully now.
Please Universe may Peace Be within Us All as One. No NUKES! No New World Order! So be it, and so it is. Ground! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Please Shut Your Face of Ugliness to the World...ENJOY your Billions by Giving them to the Poor for GOOD CAUSES not your vampire Hitlary and Family buddies that's no Clinton Joke. Fockoff you all as well, pizza munchers NO MORE ROBOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Liarz Be Ceased Forever Please No Safety nor Security for Your Crimes and YOU and Yours no more Never again go clean the toilets with your criminal ROT clockwork orangestyle
literally, that tagline is a little harsh, yes?
Just end the political infestation of madness, symbolically Only
May you and all your new hounds of hell swamp things run stuck in the mud to your necks with your tail between your legs and pick up your own doggy bags on the way out, !Pop! Goes the Weasles as one WITH YOUR OWN no food shelter Nor protection you afford for eternity.
Sea, those who need it MOST Suffer Naught The Families And Their Children WHAT HAVE YOU done DONALDJackass?!?!?! you ain't even as good as any healed Gangstah and your own verbal bombs droppin YOU SOWN Drumpf DOWN CLOWN you dog you are no Don NYC history proves it DOWN the 'donald' was what his gold lame` diaperz were called when he drooled on his $300,000 monthly paychecks from Daddy, ooooooohhhh, his Daddy.....now there is a touchy subject DOWN his own diaperz DRAINS and take 666 with ya and ~ Please let Trump Towers doors kick you all in the Proverbial Asses on the way out! Crack! Right out of Fenway Pahk - over the GREEN MONSTAH
Parasite Pals Note Paper and Emergency Pants
from John
by Archie McPhee drip;drip;drip
for you Trump Swamp
For Melania because she Cares Not
on the backs
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
about her lack of spine
or brains and free speech
Forget All of You Erase You from History Hysterically
and take your butties Hitlary Clinton the Battleaxe
out with you!!!!!!! Permanently! aND hER cREEPY
SPAWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
7777777 so be it and so it is Ground!
"We are up against something that can not be programmed, categorized or easily referenced..." -Fox Mulder, X-Files
Pun King Pi Recipe. It's for Brother Ali anyways. Thought you was a tralian Aes? One pic looks like a Doonsbury comic though, in the eyes. To wrap arms around or knot. Smells yummy. Appeteazer at the end. Breathe go ahead and try. Love of fables and mythology.
On looking forward to now's golden silence with the brook without that pond. And the daze go on, water rolling under...will try to behave better in other words, get some damned rest, stop borrowing worry...oh, yeah, there's 'Agent Orange' (hat tip to Spike Lee for that moniker), a madman in office. Even if 'two too freaqued out to even leave the house. Obsessive anxiety disorder, PTSD, so many labels except for the actual non-diagnosis that the paperwork got heavy.
Definitely important to take lesson in almost all music, it's hard to be compuslively oppositional about that thank goodness. Helps drown out the wireless encroachment.
meow
Annie's Bunnies easiest burrow to
build a pie crust
because by the
flippin
time
you get the
pie ingredients
you are done
messing around in the kitchen
and the dishes
aren't even done yet
but boy howdy is this the Pie
Run Rabbit Punk In Pi Recipe, created on the fly 1/7/2019...total cooking time, hours, not including roasting the beloved orange cute baby punkins and growing the little sugars before that with love and no pesticides, but a rudely cut-short growing season first week of October, dumped on by a ton of snow and January weather, then no snow and quite a bit of rain til January...what's going on with the weather? Yikes. BiPolar world wide weather situations dot con. Trails. Nope. Gotta memorize yet another 'acronymonious' (got that from Ferguson) acronym. But this one...AMI? Aerosol something or other. Scares the bejezuz outta me. Gotta review that video one more time and write a few notes. I always have to do that, read or view something over and over to finally start catching on a little. Eyes open, PTSD activated but denied. Denial is good for somethings?
They $till putting the boots to and turning the screws on huwomanity causing the need for a faraway faraday sheds or something. So sorry for them (IT) for that, theyreally got it coming because our great grandmother the 'galaxy' is PISSED because her daughter Mother Earth's Nemesis is already pissed back at them again. What? Karma. They are causing hell on Earth and when their bodies crap out on them there will be hell to pay on their damned 'Koch Brothers' souls. Dip them in their own vat of flouride and vaccinations. Shove some Lyme fabricated disease up their Plumbing. Islands. Ding, dong the grimace is dead, and is now permanently in rehab in Granny's black hole, for every action there is an opposite re=action.
Annies Bunnies make a real easy pie crust, so easy it's not funny.
just maybe coat the pan in oil or not and put a layer of the
bunny grahams. yeah.
Mostly, not even one dish to clean up on that crust.
Ew. Raw still. oh, and no worries.
those aren't bunny poos or dirty bunny paw prints
it's ground cloves sprinkled, or whatever spice
served without some
local cheeze.
First, who wants their tea leaves red? No don't throw the cases over the ship deck now wait! ok, Rooibos or Hibiscus?...January 19 release 29 cap tips.
Now for this Pi recipe..working on that..@$$, this is a published draft like all the other posts here. Getting less experi-mental though. Save. Reduce the tard if diss kin easiah please and pass on the lithium, and all the rest of that, thanks, right? I should edit and or delete most of the earlier posts here, or join the Gbus, or Angelfire again, that would be familiar to develop in, easy for rusty skillsets and lots of distraction.
Add imagery, with definite thought now to not thoughtlessly using (yikes, that's ripping off) photos off the net without 'attribution' what the h311 was I thinking about that. Oh, yeah, I was trying to not think, which leads to anxiety, especially with the news nooses on. Save. Publish.
Ok, there are a few pix ana post card. How about getting yourself a barn coat at the nearest thrift shop if you even think about birds or a guard dog or what have you, that can wash easy and more often? Oops, getting bossy again, sorry. Ask Brother Ali?:::: I love this Man's art heart and soul. 'You can't lead where you don't go.' Uncle Uva Ursi, or Uncle Oozi, hold on...Uncle Usi Told Me. Brilliance. The lessons, but so patient and kind of...oh, yeah, kind. Blessings.
Actual Recipe to work from
best to use clean, nail trimmed hands.
scrubbed hands.
forget all those measuring tool thingies.
But hey, do it your way, seriously.
Anyone's way besides mine
historically is the correct way to go
usually
Yup. Oh, I'm just a font of useless advice as usual. Hay. If you find any barn coats that are 'stylish' that is, oops hey, who let her in here...so annoyingly bossy, battle axe, where's the bouncer! Table 12 might be skipping out on the check and table 5 wants another blue drink to cause them brain damage or additional stomach or spiritual problems-whoa, wait, what? Where did that come from? Oh, yeah, no, my nipote. = {Amnesty International's Take Action for Human Rights Release Philippines Senator Leila de Lima Now!} Haunting. Thank gahd for the world I never spawned any kiddies for their own safety and security, and the final health issue I finally fully realised this year, even if I didn't really know because we didn't talk about such things in a rational way. Nuclear family. Yikes. Wicked.
Now this imagery below reminds me of when they slipped me a mickey in homeroom that first day of 6th grade. Got me to laugh out loud (too loud) alright. Good to laugh at your fears and angers sometimes. Let it go. My hands too felt like two balloonswith noisy superhighway of sound and psychedelic energy running through the ceiling above us like...Morgan Freeman's show about wormholes, or you obviously know what I mean if you watch the video below and chuckle, just don't recoil, it's ok, it's just a movie. Did a double take and had to get the actual CD on that one. Scared the living Dickens out of me at first glances...(processing.)
The land of make believe. Our desks were in a circle that day...? in that predominantly at the time mostly snotty suburban town Concord Massachusetts way before most kids were born, (but they got some ... ugh ... Revolutionary War they call it history and mostly the rural surroundings back in the day) and it was fun to taunt the tourists especially in Taunton. Perhaps some of my schoolmates tried to avoid nervous sidelong glances flashing with bewildered concern. Still in the life flashing before my eyes with the memory stage, it's been said it takes abaht a yeah of sobriety from alcohol (cold turkey as usual) to get through the worst paht. Boss town, city out of it's gourd. But it was kinda petite. Ok shut me Up. Please.
Goddess of Elegance, wig Out :) https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/but-you-caint-use-my-phone/id1061192979?app=itunes https://twitter.com/fatbellybella ..................... ~ Just Be Welle ~
"We are up against someting that can not be programmed, categorized or easily referenced..."
-Fox Mulder, X-Files
In Sanity True.r(false?).Up.2.U
I choose effusively to believe humaniwomanity can prevail oppositionally to bad control by focusing on humans as one species and our place in a beloved Universe.Hey, it gets me though. U AS WE RESIST
Most Musical Genres thank god for music Shackles Off
protection all around all one and these listed here:
You Must get your dying wish, Ruth!!! All the Love and HEALING Light of the World wishing you Well You Amazing Woman! Get a free booklet of The Constitution http://www.constitutionbooklet.com/ https://www.democracynow.org/2018/12/27/rbg_as_justice_ruth_bader_ginsburg
π , protection light ALLONEUNIVERSE above and below............Hugh + Hue Manatee: Save the Humans by at the very most, WAKING UP
Eradicate the unnecessary Pity Committee, puleeeeeze for goodness' sake. Dedicated to J.R. on the Rock. Stigma: Attitude toward us is so not right on. Just because one has been classified with a mental illness label, has nothing to do with being or not beingderanged, they are not mutually exclusive. Many of those tagged 'mentally ill' are more 'sane' than anything else. Just endochrinologically (e.g. see Quantum Healing, free ad on the 'Ritchie Allen show') something or other'd? {been terrified of 'coming out' - frankly getting blackballed in employahillbility. (they always find out anyway - even on the deadly Tyranny Rx and look out for the Gaslight) Huge back monkey. Booted out of the healthcare system in the most recent corrupt Dubyah flavor Darth Vader economic slide against the people. A first foray into using a BLOB - coming out from underground while staying there...here's a toast to health. May your mind and spirit always access 'freedom'. ∃~Salute'
