The Devil

The stuff coming through that sly and the family stone vocoder is real. 

We are in another world, friends. The old world and systems that allowed us to garner attention from our future selves is gone. We are closer and farther away from our ourselves every day. I can send this to a lonely person in Antartica with warm wishes and it would be better than nothing. So that’s something. 

But when we get lonely enough we’ll go back to Earth and I’ll meet you there. Alongside will be you, waiting for yourself. 

David Bowie playing now... 

The sticky envelope we’ve created around this planet is obscene. This isn’t who we are. Please come with me and return better. Tripping leads to either stumbling and falling down forever or regaining your footing and knowing that you’re on solid ground. Knowing that you’re on your own two feet and being magnetically connected to the earth should amaze and complete you. We’re not what we show each other. 

The devil is feeling trapped in your talents and never trusting that others genuinely want to pull them out of you. The devil is indeed in the details. The devil is knowing that you’re living in system that suppresses free will and allowing yourself to feel helpless. The devil is the mirror that you hold up to others to accomplish nothing. The devil is never acknowledging that you’re the creator of this world, not some asshole animorphized version of everything you’ve ever said feared.The devil is the voice inside of your head that has been placed there. The devil is the acceptance of a lie. 

Whiskey

Short term pregnancy
long term abortion
ptsd water birth distortion
blurry waterfalls form new brains 

way too hurriedly
Assuredly the maturity
of every humans need to be 

 heard like superfluous
gravity
Yep, that’s the words

That’re heated like 

microwave burritos 

in dorm rooms 

 and parallels the advent 

of agriculture 

and religious crews
that brews
like storms in the arms 

of the needle bruise 

the words that destroy the words 

that convey the news.

The run-ons and run ins 

the lack o’ comma’s and cents 

the fluidity of such bullshit recompense 

can make none repent 

to the ones they’ve created 

through the plane evacuated 

by the mirror selves they run 

to one another 

save the sister and the brother

holding steadfast 

to one another 

while Belfast 

sank the Titanic 

the bankers 

were 

raping 

mother 

with the tax haven helpers that swelter 

in the heat 

of long forgotten grottos lost on maps

in volcanic heaps 

of knowledge lost in the whiskey bottle 

and I can only throw a note 

into the see and hit the throttle.

And it’s the love
it’s the rudest translation from above 

that’s absorbed through the parents 

into creatures that become 

the new paradigm creators 

the circumnavigators of the truth 

that’s been stomped out since fires kept us warm 

let us do no harm as we swarm on the old world 

we storm like rain drops on some 

super militant cops we drop the hugs 

and the drugs now forget it 

and drink some rain water

cuz your treated faucet it won’t just let it..

Be. 

Be is a part of because and become 

because to become is just to be 

and to be is in a hive 

see it’s our mentality 

that separates the you and we 

and welcome begins with we so you see? 

Take the L out and "we come"

like some bees in a hive 

with mathematics we’re alive 

and that’s the way the world works. 

Everything can coexist 

and provide for zero jerks. 

The revolution is beecoming.

Hello, New Ghosts of the Old World

Facebook is asking me to share how my day went... Hmm... well, ok. I went to a cool music show, and then I floated home to talk about revolutions. And... Metaphors. I've a distinguished career in metaphors. They were my first steps, my building blocks; a way to escape. Art. Now that I'm emboldened enough to speak the truth, my thought patterns have shifted slightly into a hybrid way of communicating. Half truths. Sardonic and cunning. Lighthearted and hopeful. A perfect split of my consciousness. This was the goal of the slave owners. Each mindset can flip day by day and each can be manipulated in the same ways. It's a short sighted play by the subverted, abused cluster of beings that cling to one another on cold, distant nights. They'd like to control the outcome, but they're woefully unprepared. For example, in America: We're all shareholders. And not only that. We. Are. All. Corporate. Entities. We are corporations as designated by our social security numbers. We are owned and money is laundered through our corporate names in some bastardization of maritime law. Look into the origin of citizen"ship"... You are a person of Earth, not a willing participant in some glorified, money scheme. Do your looking of ups. Like any of that shit matters anyway. These people are sick and in control. And your life is meaningless unless you take it back. Now that that's out of the way, I'm really tired of doublespeak and metaphors. It makes you a liar. Being sneaky isn't becoming of a burgeoning soul. It may seem clever to you and your fair-weather friends at the time, but you should know that the person you're trying to shirk already knows that you're fearful of them and that you're struggling to catch up. So there. Get with the program and either be an open sore or burn yourself at the stake. We are coming for your "souls" either way. Stop being so selfish and vile. Remember. Please. From the 4th iteration to the current, I can tell you we got it right once, and muthafuckas fought over that shit. Because here's what you have, and it ain't metaphors: It's the blessedness to inspire and to create. This reality is nothing but a drop off point and a proving ground for the universe itself. It's just a baby, and it's learning through us. And we are just tiny shards of it that can all fit together one day. When that happens, well... I'll guess you'll just have to tune in again. Just stop trying to be all wordfully artsy and shit. There's no deeper meaning. It's all just a ripped up faux leather shoe in a ditch smothered in leaches. And that's how it's done. In the end, the only thing that matters is that you talked to yourself, agreed, and posted it online for all to see. It'll all come together soon. This ad was brought to you by: Kid Rock 2020 "Because if ya ain't seeing clearly by then, you ain't getting no more spectacles." - Pamela Anderson And that's how my day went, Facebook.