Resonance.. sounds of your gait you explore. Preparing for music of your life. You’re a virtuoso pounding cement ponds looking for tune which escapes your mind…
Gnarls Barkley – Crazy (Cover by Stephen Glickman)
Earth is a lonely planet. Governments more concerned about ideology than resonance. Logic is the rulers plumb bob weight hanging over civilizations head. Politicians are social engineers of chaos.
Society is run by tainted crafts. Culture does exist… however, living in underground sewers of voice as terrorist walk the surface. Mind people track down and hunt emotions. Looking at you for signs of conscious awareness. Machetes in their hands ready to lop off your cranial housing group when you ask them to explain their actions. Fucking cowards of voice as they cannot comprehend what it means to be nice or cordial.
Working for corporate prisons of shut up and do your fucking job, is the route step taken by those who have not met the KNP. You have become lost in a sea of darkness, the BlackRock and Black Stone pounds civilization, you’re neighborhood. Debt is what they want and humans gladly give it to them.
“Grammarly” is your A.I. god as you cannot remember the last time you had an original thought. Chess is banned by the church because passion is dangerous and cannot be controlled, because hope of a better tomorrow is a fairy tale of the weak minded.
It is hard to be a hero of zero… Looking for a mate to breed the next generation of corporate legacy as your parental voice does not mean shit to government. Corporate lobbyist give politicians head jobs, parents do not. Godzilla crushing Small business and micro stores of opportunity.
Computers terrorize as television programming has turned smart t.v.’s into double agents. Recording your family and looking at you as you come out the bathroom naked and refreshed with a cool shower on a hot metropolis night of sweat.
You find the remote and start watching commercials to plant seeds of desire. Tainted actors willing to be directed to be gay today, and how some corporate institution can bring meaning to your miserable human herd domesticated life…
Public service messages reminding you how incompetent you are with out a college degree. Certificates of ignorance is a politicians license to exploit… and a corporate tower shadows black greed, psychopaths get all the best high paying jobs. Just ask any C.E.O. fuck!
No wonder they are shot down, they are not afraid of civilization, especially when terror troops of government descend with gavels of 9 black robe judges trained to wear white panties of surrender…
Handshakes are worthless too lawyers, where there is no fine print, no clauses of exceptions they starve of loopholes of reasoning. Police officers dispatched under authority of government, those blue uniforms that patrol your cement ponds… sirens and lights in your rearview mirror…
Trouble on steroids of societal control, ready to arrest you at the drop of a hat. Want respect as a vocation? then don’t lie your fucking ass off in order to entrap civilization during your investigation. If you talk to the police you are stupid.
Who protects civilization? KNP. Of course goo people do not believe as they have been domesticated by logic. I doubt they spend 5 minutes in their own chambers of passion. What’s the purpose as all dreams of voice has died long time ago…
Using toilet paper to wash away your tears. No space to build a legacy, no choice but to accept paper money and faith in your government to secure your wants and needs?
Pink Floyd – A Great Day For Freedom (The Division Bell 30th Anniversary Official Audio)
Preachers will tell you to protect your mind, what you allow your eyes to see, yet you watch commercials when you come home from your cultural Sunday gatherings to honor the creator. You send your children out to play in your fenced backyard as front yard is too dangerous.
You ponder tomorrow as your voice begins to listen to probabilities. Check your bills before football game starts, your cultural link to civilization is important as we all need to belong to something more than what society offers.
Time to smoke some weed or pop a few beers to ease existence. You try to ignore that non disclosure statement you signed hanging above the mantle with no fire place to warm your family.
You open the curtains to look skyward for incoming nuclear bomb contrails so you can give last minute advice to your children’s incineration shadow, mommy getting a brush to comb their hair so their burnt dreams can reflect pretty for the civilization year book picture of destruction, even in death.
You going to pass that joint or what? Mommy turns on some music. Better to listen to civilizations perfected means of communication than talk t.v. Artist screams what’s in our weeping hearts of awareness as we grasp the wall to stabilize my crumbling loins of species manhood.
Ice cream trucks have become a pedophiles torture chamber of want. corrupting craft of joy in seeing children’s bouncing smiles of anticipation. Black chases and hounds noble pure colors within 6 dimension. So government steps in to deny good people the freedom to do good things. 3 dimensional beings are approached by 8th rank demons of public safety.
Goo people are no threat, their eyes are heavy and brows bent towards the ground and all they see is dirt. Unable to smell the pheromones life while rest of world hunts for freshly printed money from Federal Reserve.
Scent of money blooms like greed wants in fields of untamed investors. Forest of need stretches branches and spawns a new leaf to shade the things that need protection. Many go to work for imaginary money.. imaginary dreams, imaginary purpose.
Nations dig holes and tunnels to protect what they have buried. More secure than steel vaults of banks as everybody knows bankers are crooks. Loan applicants waiting for credit based on numbers as passion is ignored.
What your numbers weren’t good enough? Welcome to land of deplorable, we are the people of need as no ice cream truck has been to my neighborhood for decades. Young tender sprouts of youth look at you and ask why?
Hard to answer them as your peak optimism for life has died since you discovered black. Eyeballs stare at your face as you have no answers to appease the hunger and thirst of need, let alone the wants that will never be available to them.
Am I crazy?
Rules of existence
1. Make friends with file of strategy seek KNP as He is smartest bestest friend I have ever encountered.
- Always search for someone who has climbed the rooks tower of emotional higher than you.
- Voice is most precious substance in the universe, worth living for, and, dying for.
- Corporate and government operates on debt to finance their 6 dark family puppet masters. Dads and moms cannot afford debt.
- Get rid of stress by becoming all things instead of 1 thing.
- Want fame? True fame that resonates more powerful then your social media clicks is found in your neighborhood.
- Want bravery? Grab your nuts and adjust and open up your government authorized weapons safe… pull out that legal to carry feather quill to defend your family. But you have outwitted government and intend to use the quill laden shaft to get your point across.
- Establish relations with your triune sensory network.
- Change the world.
“Sweet Caroline” Neil Diamond Day of Knight / Wildfire - “We have secured maturation points QR7 and K7, surrounding QBp’s self on QB7. He has traveled paths of terrors and has yielded to possibilities’ hope, for even human nature errors cannot withhold your love’s affections”. Bishop- A 1, 2…’ a 1,2,3….🎶 “ Kbp on KB2, ready to bitter corporeal conscious stomach-vomit truth upon civilization to carry out your divine plans, my noble color’s King.. on this galactic carnival ride of temporal matters.” Rook- Rumbles sacrifice on all matters KR4, so your K2 cultural out-reach is in effect. Corridors of positional self-awareness, matter’s most.”