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.