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Sunday, May 28, 2017

Road to Nowhere

This song bubbling in my head all day. Monsanto, why? How can you be so blind? Why are you here?/\ What do you serve?
A form of psychopath has risen to the top of all aspects of our economy. They lie in wait. Ready to pounce. The predator and we are the pray who has had allowed a parasite to rise via programming to an epoch proportion. There is a feeling of power when possessed by power. A dark light shimmers amongst the blood offerings. Thw parasite paces. Brown shirts coalesce. Thinking they are so pious and good, and smart when their beacon is security noosed in fear and division.

We are the commodity that is traded.

going along to get along.

Kennedy's assassination is like a brand on my soul. I was a child. The Vietnam war. Governments Lie.
Broke my hear when I heard that my government traded arms for coke and brought coke and heroin into the inner cities. I was brought up to honor and look up to the idea of freedom and mercy, the USA. Maybe it was John Wayne or maybe Tarzan always won? I always believed in my country and the idea it was founded on...The Constitution used to be the bottom line. Today? Every thing is up side down. tipping over. Playing Sibyl: I would say we are listing bad and a storm is upon us. Heroes awaken ...or we will go down down down. They need. The ones who practice the Voodoo of Destruction, the Dead Hand needs us to stay in denial of the facts in front of us. 'the left' couldn't look at the truth of Hilary and what her emails said. And the right won't look at Bush Cheney and 911. There truley are conspiracies but we are not allowed to look at them without accusations of insanity. That is the tendency that we face. My Nation, our Nation is fat, sleepy and numb. We can't see what is in front of us. We will be responsible for unwillingness to see, in the end, you know.

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Road Notes

It seems that we have a motorcycle and a car both with racing look at me, maniacs rocking down the road past here multiple times per day. Thinking they are cool for howling down a curvy,no shoulder road, with pedestrians and bikes. Going at at least seventy,

Edit ribbit

Msatloaf- possessed- WOW

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Another Ditto Day- Look what the've done to my sky- our sky

Look What They've Done To My Song

Melanie Safka
Look what they've done to my song, Ma
Look what they've done to my song
Well it's the only thing I could do half right
And it's turning out all wrong, Ma
Look what they've done to my song
Look what they've done to my brain, Ma
Look what they've done to my brain
Well they picked it like a chicken bone
And I think I'm half insane, Ma
Look what they've done to my song
I wish I could find a good book to live in
Wish I could find a good book
Well, if I could find a real good book
I'd never have to come out and look at
What they've done to my song
La la la…
Look what they've done to my song
But maybe it'll all be all right, Ma
Maybe it'll all be OK
Well, if the people are buying tears
I'll be rich some day, Ma
Look what they've done to my song
Ils ont… Full lyrics on Google Play Music

Should I write about the most dangerous of topics? LIKE ''' chemical attack on us today, over our heads and I am only one of a few who sees it. Therefore they call me dangerous... dangerous to the kingdom where the devil rules the sky , our children and what we think..... is it free will when a child is taken?

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

A Day without Chemtrails is like....

...a Miracle -
The coolants spray white and dissipate to a metallic haze. " A little aluminum never hurt no body." They spray -they zap. The frogs stop crooking when they zap. Watch the clouds change.
Watch the body language when a geo engineer is asked about long term damage...

Prove me wrong.

There is a joke - A guy, he might have been a powerful man, he might have been an average JOE...HE dies and Saint Peter is standing at the gates with the Devil and Saint Peter says the Devil wants to make an offer. Joe turns to the Devil and the Devil says that Joe has an opportunity to choose Heaven OR Hell. He gets to sample Hell for twenty four hours and then he gets to choose. So the man chooses to try Hell out, the Devil was so handsome and convincing .... There in Hell Joe sees his dead wife only she is twenty and even sexier than when they first met, there are golf courses better than any on Earth and drinks and coke and all the things Joe lusted for in life....After twenty four hours Joe is returned to the pearly gates and Saint Peter asks him to choose. Joe says that is an easy choice, he chooses HELL. The handsome Devil laughs with glee , snaps his fingers and wham Joe finds himself weeping and gnashing his teeth while his skin melts.

Saturday, May 6, 2017

don't need a weatherman to tell which way the wind blows dylan

Dangerous times to be speaking, to be pointing things out. They threaten your loved ones, your life, your liberty for speaking out especially , I find that weather modification is hush my baby or we will kill you type of vibes. They are watching everyone and and that's just the beginning if we allow this to stand as the template for our future. It is not a future that I want to see, I don't want the children to be taken, our futures to be stolen. If I remained in the cocoon of cultural fear and only react to external input, I would be a culprit. Not a choice. Not a solution.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Drill Baby Drill

they want a war ja they want a war
a frenzy gotta do it now type a thing
They want a war all right drink the blood of the dead in sacrifice
In the sacrifice of their own eternal soul. Do they know the price JA?
do They know the price.? A price for the swell of pride at their treachery. Their shivering, sniveling servants wait upon these who are possessed and cowering. NO SHOW for their hero parts. Hired actors all, pretending to be good, pretending, pretending, pretending. I will pretend that they can't do it anymore. The old line is dying out soon= we will shed the poison shackles. we all have been mined souls. Told to keep sleeping at the wheel.