Nobody is born dumb, we were all made to be that way. How can it be? What fool of reasoning can object to emotional law? Who can overcome all colors? Black, color killer. Yet, artist had agreed to allow black to become classified as a color. Claiming it was hard to live in time space and matter without describing shadows of darkness.
It was appointed by artist to be used to outline 1’s perceptions, to define the limits of our collective 3 dimensional corporeal existence. Pigments had to compete for attention on artist canvas renderings on planet earth…
Black had become a means to absorb all prism colors of voice, limiting their potential to bring flavor to existence. Color reparations became a means of compelling all colors to pay tribute to blacks activities to dismantle the human spirit. Ideology gone wild! What the fuck! Not only had corporate and government conspired against mankind’s potential, they expected all colors to bow in debt.
Charging color with color treason as black was least popular color to exist, and yet society deemed black as a necessary gavel to crush all voices… How did society pull off this usurpation? through control of human minds. Public eduction was not a means to provide opportunity for voice, rather a probability to structure a cavern of lonely voices unable to bless humanity with gift of perspective as humans became entrapped by their own perceptions.
Staggering violations of our species voice under control of public education…
“Simple Man” Lynyrd Skynyrd
Heart– Mom walks to school, 6-stones throw from our house. Instructing me…
“Sentient language is derived from streams of all consciousness. 6-dimensional words of life’s expressions are critical to pass information from entity to entity… Tame your refractive barometer of holiday expressions necessary for meaningful discussions my son….
Our ancestral verbiage usage predicated on situational awareness…. As voice consolidation of a ‘Bene Gesserit’ resonance lung breath dew measure accurate frequency of a kingside protocol of emotional survival. Guard my antimatter’s special delight. Packed your lunch box, treat and your ‘secret corporate’ letters, asking for a refund and Small business community appreciation day letter and economics report…run along now… remember just learn basics and ignore all that other fluff…. understand?”
“Yes mommy.”
Dear, Mr. or Mrs. Lodge cast iron Crafts-makers,
Thanks for my captain American made 10’ shield! Awesome sentient superpower’s of generational wealth… someday, I will be a parkour hero, and then you can make me a helmet! Oh yeah, put an eyelet on each end, so I can attach my leather arm-straps. Also, your griddle line should include a peep hole for grease to drain, so when mommy’s done, I can use it as riot gear… Thanks…have a great day! -kbp
Music, only music was able to entertain our sentient dreams as resonance was able to satisfy our thirst for situational awareness. Data download of emotion was easy to achieve compared to training over homework assignments presented to society’s forced student realizations of voice control.
Government hates music. Could not deny power that played within passions domain. Numbers were used to domesticate mankind as a species. Count this need to collect 1’s to work hard and follow the rules to society’s path to success. Better to receive a retirement appreciation gift from corporate than be homeless and vomiting your dreams in public bathrooms…
Disappointed… yes. I had not found a way to endorse our species instincts to be. My pain was my own as culture had not taken a stand to platform their voice. Vocational terrorism had subdued all crafts. What the fuck is happening on planet earth?
Alone in my own misery… isolated and swallowed by my black obsidian hollow reflection. Stripped of all dignity and promise of a good day. Government had abused our nation. Politicians have no problem placing debt upon our children’s future.
I had to go where no man has gone before… rooks tower of emotional law. I was conflicted as I had become what I was taught to be by society. Selfish to a fault… self absorbed with a mind that had become so filled with bullshit that I could not voice what I knew to be true.
I was carrying a weight on my back…
“Refugee” TOM PETTY
“For in the idea of chess and the development of the chess mind we have a picture of the intellectual struggle of mankind.” – Richard Réti
“It is better to passion die, than have your move’s, orchestrated by logic.” -kbp
Articulation of ideas and voice freedom has been made impossible as language professor have determined to shut every mother fuckers mouth! Political correctness is a bastard language supported by all language teachers! Fuck YOU you vocational bitch of society!
7th rank pawns, you are pure cowards of voice. Pathetic podium of expression. Goo people do not give a fuck about heavy words. They are quite content to being domesticated. Allowing government to seize control of their own children’s minds. No Child left behind is there motto!
Looking for an escape from irrelevance… be a 2nd rank pawn and lets fuck our brains out!
*Language class*
“Afternoon Delight” Starland Vocal Band
Body- “I assimilate you. Passion is my body language. Biological chemistry flows your pheromones of pleasantness. Your tail wags mystery of romantic interplay… hunt for feminine adorn allures of modest garment of comfortable statements of identities instinctual flare.
My neuron activation of color’s primal purpose of scent intention, displays of moon light conversations possibilities. I swallow your voice with primal wildlife intentions. Touch, an aphrodisiac of tympanic resonance of antimatter power. Care to meet me at my fort house in temperate woods of desire?”
“Excuse me; we can communicate without our noses.” Foothiller Queenside English teacher of pawn straightened.
“Rule of expression protocols acknowledge gait spectrum analysis as primary resource for interpreting intentions, and through patterning, motives are revealed. More luscious data to extrapolate, all your triangulations nuances of identic pulse.
Posture recognition, stance gait stride harmonics tone displays of your frequency pitch. Sentient data sine waves are alluring bands of resonance disbursement, a pulse energy wave of your mode, imminates from 5th – 6th dimensions of life’s ripple ethereal heart concerns.” “You’re human, aren’t you?”
“Yes, how can you tell, young man?”
“So do you prefer language driven by 3 dimensional expressions of cranial linear thoughts, instead of emotions candor language? Your language is designed to stimulate the mind, rather than relying on our species gait interpretation skills to communicate. All sentient beings navigate cultural diversity sensory analysis process to compensate for time, space, and matter, but you don’t know how. How come you don’t teach sentient language?”
“What kind of language…young man?”
The, is a most racist word. By its very nature, signifies importance about a singularic identification, of action or inaction, to a group of people, or inanimate objects. Applies to anything being discussed, subject of topical, philosophical debates of what if the… and the bullshit continues speech is designed to keep humans ignorant.
Without placing a value on the word ‘the’, the speaker insinuates what? Designation of value facilitates accurate and effective communication, I don’t give a fuck about your the, what is relevant must be quantified. Humans are trained to remain within the confines of linear thinking in a 3 dimensional world.
Disney ceo’s vie to matters of precedence of voice, not fairy tales, but rather live combat news footage assault on all forms of manhood of every kingside pawn. Who matters enough to claim title of a personified the? Only ‘the’ leader of tainted voice can hold that title. And people worship the word, the, because the only way they can process information, is through their mind.
A perfect example of linear thinking, a facial tormented zombie humanoid gait, dragging their conversational infirmed mind to tongue feast on live unsuspecting humans…. by any means necessary. Their maturated minds plot fractions of exploitation in cubicles as corporate headquarters controls time, space and matter in just 3 dimensions, except human resources department, who engage in species neutering of voice.
Sentient people navigate 6 dimensions with 3.14 degrees of voice. Spooky world, for those who do not believe in a creator.
“Implementation of logic is corrosive for writers to express themselves on paper only ideas of the mind, and for those writers who desire to communicate with heart, their work is considered more as a work of fiction because logic cannot measure emotions?”
“Logic has constant values of ambiguity in that no one can say what exactly is meaning of one.”
Language of colors conveys refractory information such as intent and motive of subject matter, personality traits of living, friend or foe training, and yet english class teachers are instructed to obey and conform to cattle herders demands of Washington D.C.
Professors have failed to improve there craft of advancing cognitive reasoning. Grammarly, what fuckin’ planet of reality should mankind submit to such narrow, society–minded temporal parameters of expression. Predictive text; a incorrection insurrection of linear thought. A deconstruction of voice, only a self-absorbed political species pig would use!”
Sent to principal’s office.
Principal’s office– Morning sunlight dust beams whisp cool autumn’s fresh passage, correction drafts across wooden desk of purpose. Holden Caulfield files 3rd & 4th-dimensional matter’s of papers flagellations.
Nostrils waft delight …filtering direction, speed, wind sheds refractory features of scent migration. Ahh…. nose vacuum preference fragrances approximately 50 meters maximum absorption range, a flower bed perhaps, as I was young and untrained. Legs swing innocence of seat height, boredom, and unknown adult anticipation concerns.
“Listen here, young man, I understand your appreciation for Lady Scrumdelicious, her 3-dimensional use of time, space, and matter is impressive, however it is not polite to be so …blunt.”
“Have I said wrong, sir?”
“Not really; we don’t want you to challenge accepted thought patterns. You need rules and order for civilization to occur. You don’t want to mess it up for everybody, do you?”
“Do you have any coffee?”
“I’m busy, young man; I don’t serve students. You have to be respectful of my doctorate in education.”
“What is your Intent? To silence creative natural voice of our species with your literacy program? While imaginary math has it’s advantages, it is only useful if you have measurements. There is yet an alternative supreme vector junction point where we could ween civilization from such linear measurements of trust in logic.
You need to sentient math to measure immeasurable 4th, 5th and 6th dimensions, where intent and motive resides. Recorded on streams of humanities conscious awareness that civilization is being processed like cattle. Math is an illusion of evidence, contrary to tangible harmony in equilibrium zero is greater than 1.”
“Statistical nonsense, 2-20 kHz bandwidth existence. Why do you ignore sine wave based instructional teaching? Parental instruction is the standard for education and yet you claim to know whats best for their children? Whose side would you rather be on, tribes and clans or national sanctity or “Bored of ignorant obsolescent predictive text education?”
‘Principal Ideology’
Out came wooden paddle, (made by woodshop instructor, complete with holes of air-escaping lessons of pain). “You believe this temporal moment to be obscure and of little significance…a paddle of correction to your perceptions of knowledge. Well Sir, though you may think your office door is closed for privacy of your judgments, you are being recorded on streams of public consciousness.”
“Intimidated by School Board initiated direct energy waves… are you sport? Whaack… Professors of Oxford and Chicago temporal tongue word manual’s of expression? Huh…Whaaaa’ck….”
Left office for a more realistic option, less painful. “Well then, give me a couple of bananas so I can primate on ‘the’ monkey 🙊🙉🙈bars of Neil deGrasse Tyson ignorance” I murmured respectfully.
Conscious/Heart– Pale face void-angst warrior of noble pure integrity, and duty. 0 whistler summoned, 45° emotional awareness predator. Confident spacetime antimatter gait-step. Strength resolve assured of personal radius. Judgment color detonation… guilty by association with Mr. and Mrs. Hue Taint.
WhiteRookPawn- a cultural suicide bomber. Thumb on detonator. Mountaineer’s smile, “Do you believe one is greater than zero?”
Mind: Finally, someone who speaks with passion.”Your political beliefs don’t mean jack shit, respect your thumb. Want to have a thumb war?”
Heart– We cusp hands of strength, force thumb’s grit, and swirl ridgelines of flesh opposed. Heat friction’s presence tested our resolve of identic purpose. He did not feign intent to trick into a losing position. What was he waiting for? He was measuring passion, as I measured his. Standoff time was needed. His question concise, for no one has spoken like this before. What manner of madness would our death bring?