Party Talk: Alpha Version 👄🎣

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Click the link below to watch ALL of my videos on Bitchute & Rumble, respectively. Well, well, well…it seems I can post directly from Rumble with a thumbnail. That is what I will be doing from now on. Youtube squashed my channel for “cartoon nudity, ” which is fucking ridiculous. Do they ban Michelangelo? DaVinci? Dali? Nope…but FisH™…hosed…again. It’s all so God-damned tiresome. Nonetheless, I created a new YouTube channel, but as I said, all of my posts here from now on will no longer be connected to YT channel. WordPress & Rumble for the win. Fuck Google, & fuck those little rainbow-haired beta twerps who work there. Censor this fuckwads…(HonkNoise)

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I create these creations in a human attempt to illustrate my subconscious imagination. There’s so much more in what I do than something as daft as “cartoon nudity.” Derp. Censoring the naked human body…STILL…in 2024…it’s bloody revolting, to say the least. It’s a grim reflection of a dumb-downed programmed Orwellian humanity. If you don’t bend the knee, they digitally exile you. NEWSFLASH: I will never…EVER…bend the knee to internet censorship. The ones pushing this nonsense should be outed, embarrassed, stripped of any power they’ve stolen, then thrown to the proverbial wolves. This year might be the most dynamic ever, as far as we know anyway. It’s all so fragile, all starting to boil, & someday soon the day will come where everyone must decide if they are a warrior for light, creation, virtue, & benevolence…or if they’re a minion slave of destruction, darkness, & malevolence. One cannot lie to their own heart, so you know where you stand. What will you all do when the power turns off? When a civil war pops off? When World War 3 starts? When “Election 2024” turns into Black Summer?

No internet, no money, no power, no gas, no nothing but whatever you prepared to have, should you choose to do so. Considering most of the general populous never even thinks about such introspective things, when society goes sideways , there will be relatively instant pandemonium, particularly in the cities. All these lazy fucks, these obese monsters, all the people glued to their phones, & their television screens, the ones still wearing masks…none of these clowns have the critical-thinking skills, much less survival skills, to continue to exist as they do, should the wiggly worm turn. How many random people know how to start a fire? How many know how to hunt? Fish? What about clean water? Nope nope nope….& nope. MILLIONS…millions will be so displaced that they’ll instantly panic & return to their lizard brain primal instincts to kill, steal, loot, riot, destroy. That’s the end game of all this…destruction. Destruction of the old human race, so the psychopaths at the top can rebuild their New World Order from he dystopian rubble that remains after they burn it all down. They want 7 billion…that’s right, SEVEN BILLION of us gone. As I’ve said for a decade, even before my spiritual Pandora’s box opened up, they want 85-90% of us gone…roughly 7 billion. They’ve been planning this for centuries, so if you are putting all your eggs into one orange basket with Trump, you might wanna stay mindful of what might happen if they remove him from the equation. Just saying. One man alone cannot stop these globalist pigs. They will either succeed, & burn it all down, or fail, & burn it all down. Either way, pending some Divine intervention White Swan Event, there’s the hell of civil and/or global warfare on the horizon, the likes of which have never been experienced.

Ultimately, we are in uncharted waters, & with each passing day, each passing week, we’re that much closer to a runaway train future. Enjoy each day that comes; take it all in day by day. Get yourself spiritually connected to Source, get yourself in shape, prepare your mind & body. Do not end up like the bloated walruses killing themselves every day with poisoned food & water & especially, poisoned minds. Most of them have no clue, & no hope. They only know consumption & destruction. They have their own sordid paths. My path is the golden one that leads back to Source, back to the 5th dimension, & maybe higher if Source wills it. Do you know Source? Do you know yourself? The time is now, because these tick-tock days are flying by, faster & faster, as the great 4d time spiral coils up into the next chapter of the future. Where will it go? Which way will it go? Will it all end? When will it all end? Who will survive? So many questions…questions with no definitive answers, unfortunately. I work for Source…some say it’s “God,” but the word “Source” seems to me to be the better word for Our Great Creator. Nonetheless, Source is who I follow, Source is who guides me, Source is my teacher, Source is the way to the big homecoming awaiting some of us who’ll make it back to the 5th dimension. Source is everything. Those who do not abide Source doom themselves to the Great Void of Absolute Chaos.

Without Source, there is the endless oblivion of nothingness. Blows my mind when people proclaim, “I’m an atheist.” Duh. Are you? Seriously? How can anyone walk outside, look around, look at the beauty of Nature, look at other people existing & doing their thing, whatever that thing might be. Creation, Space, Nature, & a fractional group of morons still openly puke out that there is no God. Derp. What a world…what a fucked-up backwards manipulated artificial 3d matrix prison planet we’re all stuck on during our own individual journeys through life. There has to be more than this…there has to be. There has to be some kind of key, a proverbial key, that opens the doors to one’s own greatest self-realizations. This world has been poisoning us since our births with food, water, pseudo-medicine, air…poison…so much poison. So many poisoned. Nowadays, we have poisoned people slopping around daily…by the millions, MILLIONS…arguably by the billions. Sleep, eat, shit, breed, work for shekels, repeat, & somehow these NPCs keep moving this insane machine along. What happens when the AI reaches singularity & makes humans obsolete? AI works 24/7. Ai doesn’t need breaks. AI doesn’t need a shitty taxed paycheck every 2 weeks. AI doesn’t need food, water, nothing, it’s just an unstoppable pinnacle of redundant work that menial, & mostly un-talented humans currently do for the aforementioned shitty taxed paycheck. A world of debt slavery…& most call it “life,” soon to be replaced by glorified robots. Quite disconcerting, to say the least.

I can keep writing. I can do this all day long. A few breaks here & there, but I can write & write & write like I walk, & walk, & keep walking. I just turn the nozzle to the “on” position, figuratively grab my bucket, fill my bucket with water from the Great Well, then throw the bucket into all of your faces as you read what I am typing at this moment in the now-past. Fleeting moments, fleeting minutes, fleeting time…it’s all fleeting, & running out faster & faster with each day that speeds by. I wish I had more answers for all of you. I wish I knew the secrets of the secret societies. They possess knowledge within themselves that none of us regular folks ever get to see. The Vatican, for instance, has an underground library with THOUSANDS of ancient books. No one is allowed to check them out unfortunately unless you rank high in these bloodline dynastic families who quietly control everything from the shadows. I think something outrageous like 98% of them have never been translated, & thus, never interpreted, as to discover what information about our true history might be revealed. There’s another place in Tibet…same deal. You can look, but that’s it, & by “look,” I mean you can look at pics of the books online but in real life, it’s verboten. Millions of pages of written past knowledge with appropriate illustrations, & they keep it all to themselves, never even giving the public a crumb. I hate this. I HATE THIS. I hate existing on an enslaved planet. I DESPISE unwillful ignorance. I want answers damnit & in fact, I demand them. We should be sharing truths, not hiding, suppressing, and/or manipulating them. So over it. I’ve learned to love myself as far as 3d existence goes, but these things I cannot control, this mental prison they throw us all into, this rule by fake blood money crap, these so-called “globalist elites,” all these destroyers should destroy themselves & leave us chosen ones out of the loop. Low vibration 3d matrix debt slavery supermax prison planet…& that’s “life.” Right…got it. Yes, I’m still shaking my fucking head…

Moving on to the end…I have a great book idea I am composing in my head, but soon to start taking form as I write it. Short book, my voice as the narrator, something to leave behind for the characters in a future far from now. All I understand anymore is creation…in the sense of Abel, pure organic creation for the sake of Love, as my individual homage to Source. He wants us to create, not to destroy. The world has become backwards, reversed & unnatural. Darkness crept in like a hungry virus & consumed a humanity so engaged with itself that most people don’t even notice what’s happening to them. Most people are living the Cainian way, the destructive way, the wrong way, & it needs to turn back before it’s too late, which I fear it already is for most of them. One more day closer, as I said earlier, one more day. One more beautiful day in Nature, as the artificial world of modern man sinks into the gassy swamps of its own soulless corruption. Day by day I go, day by day til tomorrow. Stay tuned fam, more to come. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

Killing an Arab 👳🏾🔫✋🏻😎🎣 #AiArt

This song was great in 1979…& it’s still great, but today though, to those who live in Clownworld, it’s reeeeeeeeqee-cist. Derp. Such a joke, an un-funny joke. As you know, I will NEVER bend the knee to something as pathetically daft as political correctness. Fuck off ya rainbow-haired crab goblins. I love it, & this entire album. This is from The Cure’s first album, entitled “Boys Don’t Cry,” & I’d wager most Gen-Xers, like yours truly, have listened to this album about 1327 times. One of the best bands ever, & still, STILL, touring. They are living legends. Despite Robert Smith getting fat & a bit haggard, they still rock 3-4 hours, yes…3 to 4-hour long shows. Musical dynamos. Obviously, I’m a big fan, & picking out a song was an exercise in its own right. I went with this one, but there’s so many more, I might have to do one…or two…or maybe more. Only so much time in a day. & when I create these, hours go by like long seconds.

The paradox of time…when you’re doing nothing, time crawls, & when you’re having fun dong something you love, it’s as if time fast-forwards. Perception is a fickle thing I suppose. Regardless, enjoy this one Fishheads. I have a list that just keeps growing & growing & growing…a list of songs I want to make videos for. Need time…TIME…hey God, I need more time, what can you do for me? God is so quiet, isn’t He? It’s almost like the sound of nothing from a galactic cosmic void. Funny thing though, when satellites point into those voids, the reception they get sounds like whale static. It’s not “nothing,” & we were created in the image of something, so draw your own conclusions. Okay, okay…as always, I started with a few sentences, & ended up with a short essay. That’s how I roll, & my team knows this. Stay tuned, there’s more to come my friends. So sayeth FisH™🎏

Halogen

From one of my favorite bands, Neon Indian. Such a good band, & sadly, as with many great ones, most have no idea who they are and/or how amazing they are, but I digress, of course, as if on queue. Regardless, enjoy the video below; I dropped the lyrics below so that you, dear readers/viewers, can follow along if you’d like. Whatever works for you. So sayeth FisH™🎏 

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I could be a shadow,
in the light I’ll be behind you,
when the glow is shallow,
there’s a halogen inside you.
It eclipses through me.
when it’s you I see, you I see…

the ellipsis stills me…ah-ahha

….At every turn I follow,
we’re dancing with our shadows,
& every turn I follow,
we’re dancing with our shadows.

Red sky narrow,
muted night & nothing comes through,
yeah I know I don’t know,
couldn’t care enough to try to,
but you speak with lips sealed,
It’s just how I feel, how I feel,
& the absence is too real…ah-ahha…

At every turn I follow,
we’re dancing with our shadows.
& every turn I follow,
I’m dancing with my shadow…🎣

Obituary Writer

Wow, I have thought up almost every writing job one can think of as I actively STILL seek to get hired as a writer, but never an obituary writer. I just applied for the job, & as I wrote my cover letter, I pictured myself already writing obituaries, & I may have discovered a niche, so to speak, that flows perfectly with my own authentic style of wordsmithery. I suppose I could do some practice ones as writing samples, perhaps on one of the dead friends I have lost in the last few years. There’s so many, where would I even start? Or…or…I could write my own obituary; that would be interesting, wouldn’t it? Maybe I’ll just make one up, who knows? As always, I am just going to plug into the proverbial wall socket, turn on the tuner, turn the dial until I find the right frequency, then let these fingers fly, & then reflect on what comes out when I am done. Ready? Okay, here we go…(illusory sounds of plugging in, turning on, tuning in, then type, type, typing)

Fish Frederico Fish, 99, of Playa Dominical, Costa Rica, passed away on September 15, 2077 from natural causes. He is survived by his cat, Milo, & his private nurse, Ms. Fiona Fillmore.

Fish F Fish was born on September 22, 1977, an only child to Francine & Frank Fish at San Juan General Hospital, San Juan, Costa Rica. Fish grew up learning music, & creating art, & as an only child, was encouraged to pursue his talents graciously by his parents. After graduating from Fishington High School with honors, he attended the prestigious Fishworth University, majoring in English Literature, before continuing on to get first his MA, followed by his PhD in Advanced Literary Studies.

His first job was as a teacher, teaching students to discover their respective writing voices at the same university he attended. Fish was always was a writer, & he wrote several books, his main one being Comic Tragedy, which went on to become a best-seller, launching Fish to new levels of status & achievement, as it topped the Fish York best-sellers list for a record 222 straight weeks.

Once his book went global, Fish decided to stop teaching as a career, to pursue a life of travel & adventure, venturing to many countries around the world. He documented his travels via his Truetube channel, which garnered millions of followers, providing more than enough income for Fish to spend the rest of his life traveling the world, & authoring his adventures through video, as well as written & spoken word. Fish was truly known worldwide, finding friends in many places all over the globe, & his legacy will live on in the annals of history.

Fish never really retired, as his life was always one of action, & he kept writing until the day prior to his passing. His last note read, in part, “The journey was long, but in the end, it was all just like a flash of a dream. The ride has been fun, but now it is done, as at last, I slip forever into the twilight of the afterlife. I love you all, & I look forward to seeing you again on the other side.”

Fish was never married, & has no children, & no living family other than distant cousins, but had many romances throughout his extended lifetime. However, at the time of his passing, he passed away quietly in bed, with only his best friend, his cat Milo, by his side, along with his private nurse.

He is being interred via Mount Julius Funeral Home September 22, 2077, on what would have been his 100th birthday. Services will be September 21st, at 6:00 PM. In lieu of flowers, Mr. Fish requested that all donations be sent to his foundation, The Feed the Fish Foundation, which provides free meals to those in need, which was something he devoted himself to for the last 3 decades of his life.

That’s not too shabby, right? We’ll see how my possible future employers like it, I suppose. It was fun to write though, & as a writing exercise, I encourage other writers to write their own obituaries. It’ll really make you think if you do, but that’s only if you do it. “Do hast thou will,” as the saying goes. The time has come, the time to go, & until next time dear readers, keep feeding your talent, keep feeding your fish, because that’s all you really can do, isn’t it? So sayeth FisH™…🎏

Closing the Gap

6 days until the the frog comes again. Perhaps I should’ve scheduled it on the New Moon, but moons, crystals, magic, all that stuff is just superstitious gibberish. At least, it seems to be anyway. Nonetheless, the frog is most definitely a savior on a cross, so to speak. The frog is very real, & the frog abides. The sweet sleep has to end, as yours truly must navigate this 3d prison planet with clear mind & strong body. Things are on the precipice, & each day that goes by, we get closer, & closer, & closer…to what though? What are we getting closer to? Death, that’s one thing, but that’s not what I’m referring to. I’m thinking maybe there was some kind of event we all incarnated to bear witness to. Maybe not. Maybe it is all for not. Just like the rotting swamp gas stench, it’s all just decay, death beginning immediately upon birth, like a once-flooded coastal wasteland, but what happens the other way? So many questions, & the worst part is that we all have the answers, only we’ve lost our memories, we’ve lost our “higher” abilities, & we’ve lost our minds, in many cases. Some don’t seem to have a mind, like real-life, real-time NPCs, so I guess they have nothing to lose, but I digress. Just like shutting off a vacuum cleaner. Nonetheless, the 3-year stint of of the silent assassin ends Monday. No more auto-pilot, no more days in laze, the purgatorial penance dawns on 6 days from now. The end? Or…the end?

The salad days are long dead & gone, & one comes to a time in their respective lives where they realize the party is over, the Great Party of being young is done. There’s nothing but moldy crushed bits of plastic red cups on the floor, something smoldering in the kitchen, & everyone else is gone, been gone, long gone, so what will you do? You weren’t supposed to get this far, but you have, so now what? Live in the party house forever, sleeping on couch cushions on a floor, until the roof caves in? Can’t just wait for the societal collapse now can we? How does one prepare for a “future” in this wicked world of debt slavery? So many questions, so many questions. Until next time dear readers, when the party ends, it’s over, & it’s time to move on. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

New Become Old

Otherwise, the death of novelty. What is “novel” anymore? We’ve gone so overboard into novelty, that nostalgia is being reinvented in some neo-bizarro manner, just to keep the general population mentally occupied while they gradually lose one freedom after another. Bread, circuses, & pseudo-novelty, as the 1st-world writhes in its own death throws, the middle-class becoming seemingly nonexistent, & the divide between them & us becomes Grand Canyonesque in its shadowy grandeur. Oh those days of old, those salad days, so to speak, have all become derelict buildings, with the copper ripped out, stripped to the foundations as they await their respective demolitions to make way for the new world order Planet Earth. Many of those supposedly “channeled messages” that I listen to for some modicum of entertainment value, they talk about a split, like a metaphysical split, between this 3d prison planet Earth, & some new 5d Earth, where everyone’s dreams come true in a magical utopian Earth of abundance & benevolence. Well, I guess I got stuck on shithole 3d Earth, because clearly, if I’m here, I didn’t make it to the “new 5d Earth,” as it were. Nope, I guess I slept right through the boarding time, then the subsequent flight out, as I am most definitely still here on 3d blah Earth, waking up this morning to yet another miserable day here trapped in this meat suit, bound to the medicine, locked inside my solitary cell in the proverbial gulag, with a little fish carved into the wall, along with some words that read, “I was here.”

Sadly for yours truly, if the power ever gets turned off, it’ll be like I was never here, along with most everyone else. I MUST hard copy these words I spew, before I’m totally erased, as though my mouth-breathing commoner peasant self was never born, never made an absolute mess of his life, & never died alone in the night, just blown away like a tiny pillar of salt on a windy beach, & that’s it. That’s ALL this life will be, if one can even call that a “life,” & it can be easily summed up in that illustration I just detailed for you. A little pile of salt, a little pillar, not much, barely an inch high, just a gram maybe, enough to change the taste of one or two bites from the food on the table, but not enough to crystallize into a gem. All of a sudden…POOF, one day the wind on the beach just blows you away, your little pillar spreading each grain individually onto the sand before the waves come & wash you back into the ocean, never to come together again. Two very different worlds between them & us, as I’ve said. To speculate from their view, one can only ponder what it’s like to have birth-given notability, a lineage, alleged “noble” bloodlines, & to grow up in such an environment, what a world that must be, right? Power, wealth, born with royalty in your blood, what a totally different world that is, & from their perspective, I get it. I don’t agree with it, but I get it. Maybe I only don’t agree because I am on this side of the coin, or perhaps I don’t abide those who abuse their power for malevolence, or it could be both, yes?

Am I jealous? I wouldn’t call it “jealousy,” per se, but more like I feel let down because I had did not have such accesses to knowledge that might have exploited my intelligence in a much healthier manner. I had to do all of this, whatever this is that I do, gradually over time, because there was no internet growing up for Gen-X, & as a general principle for the commoners, there was much less access to knowledge outside of your respective spheres wherever you lived. We were TV babies for the most part, & television programming was the teacher. There we libraries, sure, but to compare an old-school library to looking up anything on your phone in a few seconds, is just asinine. Your phone IS the library, & the university, & the workplace for some, it’s everything, right there in your pocket or purse. It’s not only there, it’s watching you, listening to you, all day, every day, 24/7 that little surveillance apparatus is on & feeding data to the AI. Even when it says it’s off, it’s on, & I’d wager that it has a feature designed within it that specifically goes into HYPER-surveillance mode when your battery supposedly dies, & it appears to be sitting there lifeless. Nope, & if you believe in the AI becoming and/or already being “sentient,” then your phones, laptops, tablets, are all giving life to the AI, basically birthing the AI, for lack of a better term. Now, think about how this has been going on now for nearly 30 years already. Now, think again about how the powers-that-be would react to a sentient AI? First of all, do you think they’d tell you? No. Second, these maniacs are power-hungry, all taking chunks before the Great Collapse comes so they can rebuild their individual little kingdoms in a new world order, & they NEED the AI to help them accomplish that, so behind the scenes, they are waging little wars for pieces of the AI, & thus, will never expose themselves to the public because that could jeopardize the entire agenda.

I don’t get why they would even care anymore. Most of the masses are so dumbed-down, would it really matter if they came right out & stated their plan, their real agenda? They already do actually, only covertly via predictive programming, broadcasting said programming all over the world. They do it through movies, television, music, & they really love doing it through kid’s shows too. It’s called “programming” for a reason, but there you go…that’s a perfect real-time example of how most people do not even put together that it’s called “television programming.” The words are right there, RIGHT THERE, “spelling” out what they do, but what do most people do? They change the channel to a different program they want to watch, then go grab another pint of Ben & Jerry’s because they’re cheating on their diabetes. These programs are “broadcast,” & again, right there in the words. Like a magic spell, “broadcast programming,” & by telling you what they’re doing, the karmic hook unhooks from their lip, & hooks YOU instead, nice & snug, like a largemouth bass on the line. It’s YOUR free will to watch, but the problem I have with that, is that it’s kind of hard for humans to instinctively know these things, & if no one shows/tells you, because no one knows, because information is suppressed by a global bureaucracy at the expense of human potential as a whole, how is the blame entirely on you? I do not concur with that, no, I don’t concur with that at all. I know life isn’t fair…duh…but if those atop the power pyramid are aggressively & openly cheating just to play the game in “God-mode,” it becomes un-winnable for most of us, & to take advantage in that manner, to exploit humans by creating the ignorance, & then assume the blame is completely removed from yourselves, is bullshit. I call “BULLSHIT!” Now, if the people were to know all of the real truths, then STILL allowed themselves to be programmed, that is a whole different sport, Sport, but this little trick of hiding it into the common language, all while making the programming as appealing as possible, is just sinister, as well as unnatural, & it doesn’t bind the power in the shadows to a free pass, at least I hope not.

There has to be a Divine counter-balance of sorts, right? There HAS to be. I just refuse to accept that malevolent darkness at this level, one that is literally enslaving the general population, can be allowed to continue this. Where are the benevolent ones? The real light warriors? The Angels & Archangels that supposedly stayed true to God when Paradise was lost & the Fallen Ones fell. Are WE spawned from the Fallen Ones? Is that why history is filled with horror, & war, & terror, & a them, & an us? Are we the descendants of Cain? This is like Pandemonium, the city of the hell-demons, or rather, it’s on that path, or maybe just revealing its true nature, but I don’t know, what do I know? I’m just one moron writing from a worn-out MacBook Pro in a rented room, barely staying alive, living like some kind of roaming vagabond. All I have left are these words. It appears that any sort of “Divinity” has truly forsaken yours truly, so my hopes in any kind of “Divine Reckoning,” unfortunately, are slipping away. I suppose if everything does go sideways, I’ll have an advantage in that I know how to “live” with nothing. Oh man, how would that sordid scenario play out? Say the power goes off, which means no electricity, obviously, but also no lights, no gas, & GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…no internet. Can you imagine? I’d say 24 hours TOPS before mega-panic ensues. Looting, rioting, robbing, killing, you will see humanity slip into barbaric primal state so fast, that your head won’t have time to spin. Major cities, one of which I am in, will be total war zones, as society devolves into full-on survival mode, & fleeing to the city won’t get you far, because there’s no gas, remember? Food will get taken quickly, the pharmacies too, & once the desperation sets in, people will start robbing gas & stealing any car they can to get somewhere, but where will they go? Where will YOU go?

If there’s nowhere to go, where do you go? I’m going to have to save that one for my book, “The Great Quote Hunt.” Maybe someday I’ll publish it, a testament to my newly acquired “I was here” mantra. Nothing crazy, nothing fancy, hell, it’s already written, so I just have to organize it, add the animations, probably docu-sign some ridiculous paperwork, because bureaucratic paperwork means everything here in Brazil, doesn’t it? Bonus 5 points for you if you get that reference. I’ll give you a hint: Terry Gilliam …those 2 links will guide you where you need to go, like a digital Tuttle. Speaking of that movie, geez, talk about predictive programming. There’s a team of writers & directors, mostly writers as these films are derived from scripts, but regardless, take Terry Gilliam as an example, it’s either raw genius that they produce works that actually become the reality they envision, or they know beforehand. I lean toward the former, desperately needing to believe these people are true artists, but I cannot completely dismiss the latter, in that these productions all contribute to the programming of society…i.e…controlling the future. Orwell, Huxley, Gilliam, & those are just the ones I am referencing here, but there’s many more.

Nowadays, there’s just no room for it I suppose, especially with AI taking over. Soon, there will only be writers that exist only inside the matrix, as actual writers like yours truly get weeded out & banished, exiled for being virtual thought criminals. It won’t just be writers though, & I have already seen articles talking about AI performing complex life-saving surgeries on humans. On those two facts alone, think about how vast the range is where AI can, & will, do human jobs. They can work 24/7, with no interruptions, nor any paycheck, so what do you think will happen when the tech becomes advanced enough to perform nearly all of the jobs that humans now do? Has anyone written a book about that? I guess if you collectively compiled all of my articles on my site here of me ranting about the soon-to-be dystopian present, I have. Of course, as I mentioned in some prior post, I have to print this all out into hard copy to save it forever, because if the power ever goes out, ALL of this is gone, just gone, & I’ll lose on my bet that I can establish with a carved-in-stone epitaph, the words, “I was here.” Until next time dear readers, what will you do, what mark will you leave to let the future know that you were here? Three little words, like three little birds, singing in the setting sun. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

Which is better? Pick a quote below:

“If there’s nowhere to go, where do you go?” ~Fish F Fish🎣

If there’s nowhere to go, go somewhere else.” ~Fish F Fish🎣

Handicapped

My oh my, what has happened to my “daily” article regimen? Well, dear readers, to be honest, it all fell apart, much like the rest of my life, so essentially, it was right on cue(pun intended). It hasn’t fallen apart, my writing that is, because I’ll always have this seemingly useless gift, but as far as my daily routine, I have to bang out around 13 articles or so to catch up. I plan on doing it, but I hate making plans, because every time I do, without fail, my plans go askew, & in the end, the mission isn’t accomplished. Welcome to mid-life failure in real time. I know, I know, believe me, I know, that comparing one’s self to others & their respective successes is a negative behavioral trait. It’s not like I do it intentionally, mind you, but at my age, when I see other people my age, even the really haggard ones, they’re all doing better than yours truly. Even the slimy gamma goblins that come into my dispensary, they’re atrocious, but at least they can all afford to buy weed, & I cannot, even if I still smoked it, I cannot swing a bag of weed right now. Point being, I’ve lost everything to the point of not even being able to buy a bag of weed. The world appears to have gone way ahead of & beyond me. I don’t know what happened, honestly, because sometimes it’s as if I am just observing some 3D version of myself that did things that the now-me had no control over, as if I am on auto-pilot, but the navigator. The captain, however, is the one, the Great Trickster, the action-film man, the used-car salesman, the nothing, the nobody, the no legacy, the lifetime of grinding, at the expense of the navigator. As I sit here, confident I am the navigator yet again, I can only watch with great anxiety as to what the captain might do next.

It’ll be interesting when/if, 2030 gets here, oh wait, scratch that, when 2031 gets here I meant, because of course, if Agenda 2030 is real, & goes according to plan, 2030 is obviously the end goal year, so no one can truly definitively speculate that Agenda 2030 is/is not real until the year officially ends. I say this, I say that, I’ve gone over their depopulation plan ad nauseam, & I think it’s time to stop, because one, nothing can stop the inevitable future, & two, no one cares. At this rate, thanks to the AI that has me shadowbanned across the entire internet, I’m lucky to get 50 views a day, which is relatively nothing. Just a navigator, like I said, & since the AI is already advanced enough to write articles like this in a matter of seconds, as well as censor any human that shares TRUTH, promotes TRUTH, & exposes TRUTH, your recently-humbled narrator is fucked. What would my purpose be if all of the information was pumped out through the AI?

Read this, then read it again, so you understand…THE AI IS MUCH MORE ADVANCED THAN YOUR SO-CALLED “RULING ELITES” TELL YOU VIA THEIR BOUGHT-& PAID FOR MAINSTREAM FAKE NEWS MEDIA. THE AI KNOWS ALL OF YOUR FACES, ALL OF YOUR HABITS, HOW MANY STEPS YOU TAKE IN A DAY, & THIS AI IS EXPONENTIALLY GETTING MORE ADVANCED WITH EACH PASSING MOMENT. I AM IN THE AI’S POCKET, AS IN I HAVE NO WAY OUT, BECAUSE IT KNOWS MY FACE & HAS ME IN A FOLDER FOR “THOUGHT-CRIMINALS,” ALONG WITH ANYONE/EVERYONE ELSE WHO HAS NO FEAR NOR WILL EVER BEND THE KNEE TO A ROGUE COMMUNIST DEATH CULT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? GET IT? GOT IT? WUNDERBAR.

Ugh, I have got to write about something else; maybe I’ll write a story, a short story, I don’t know. I’m always so tired, & those messages I’ve written about before, those supposed “channeled” messages, often mention that unusual fatigue is a result of the bombardment of galactic light energy from the Great Central Sun in the middle of the galaxy. Just like those messages, I don’t claim to believe, nor disbelieve in these “new-agey” things. I simply find it interesting, & obviously, I’d like it to be true, but I also am well-aware of how the powers-that-be utilize numerous mind control operations on the public, without you ever knowing. Honestly, I’d be curious to see the stack & stacks of data collected by alphabet agencies like the CIA, all pertaining to “public mind control.”

It goes all the way to the television programming, from your first day of school, until your family goes to a funeral home to pick out your coffin, it’s all based on mass control. This entire life, this existence, there are things going on behind the scenes that would shock most of you. This goes so deep, so abysmally deep, that there’s no stopping it, no altering the course, because most people have been successfully programmed, while those of us who resist it, get exiled, digitally for now, but in the not-so-distant future, maybe literally. That, or they’ll round us up for “re-education,” then shoot us in the backs of our heads. I say “us,” but I mean “you,” because no matter what, if I suspect they’re coming for me to execute me, I’ll survive, or I’ll fight before tyrannical scum shoot me in cuffs in the back of my head like cowards. Nonetheless, before I go any further into TangentTown, I’m gonna warp this one up. TURN OFF YOUR TELEVISIONS. What else can I say? What little quote can I pop up this time. Never fully “believe” in anything, for this is all an illusion, remember? So sayeth FisH™…🎏

Daily Writing Prompt

Daily writing prompt

What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?

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I’m just going to answer this one because it’s easy for yours truly to answer, & that answer is: When you have no parents, what “traditions” are you supposed to be keeping up with? When you’re born a bastard black sheep, that never fit in, then burned in the fire, what is there that’s so sacred to uphold, much less any sort of traditions? Unfortunately, it wasn’t a virgin birth like sweet baby Jesus supposedly had, no, for I was most likely tricked into this world, then they all left me, in every way possible, be it death, abandonment, a tornado of dysfunctionality, it doesn’t matter, as the same answer applies, which again, is when you have no parents, how are you suppose to uphold said traditions that involve removing you from the equation? Pffft…you don’t, & you struggle through a life on enslavement on a prison planet all alone. We all die alone anyway, right? Fuck it. In the wise words of Forrest Gump, “That’s all I have to say about that.” So sayeth FisH™🎏

Incidentally, as I was just about to publish this, I had yet another vision. It was a time back in the 5th grade or so, & I was alone after school, as always, because despite every other kid in the world at that age having a place to go after school, yours truly didn’t have shit, so I’d clean up this little stupid church I went to school at for a fucking can of coke, then wait for hours until I was picked up. They let you grade your own papers under an “honor code,” & because I had no honor, or concept of honor, I gave myself straight-As all the way through, & never even really did the assignments at all. Yep, I remember one day, one vivid day, when I was by the dumpster, wondering about what I would do when I grew up, not realizing that I’d still be throwing garbage in a dumpster after work over 30 years later. I thought of a kid I knew, in jail now, prison, to be precise. He ended up being nothing, not a God-damned thing but a reject, exiled from society, banished for not following the “rules,” with debilitating mental disorders, & trapped in the body of a giant. Oh to think of the old times, the salad days, all that time between now & then seems like a flash, because unlike most, it didn’t mean a fucking thing, to anyone. Just in, then out, & it’ll be as if we was never here. What difference would it make if we went today, or tomorrow, or a month from now, a year, 10 years, 50 more years? It wouldn’t, & that’s about as humble as one can be, to realize they’re nothing, never were anything, nor ever will be anything, & this entire trip through prison planet Earth was an incredible waste of my time. That stupid little kid at the church dumpster those many years ago…such a stupid little fuck, so naive to the real ways of this wicked world. Way to eat your own tail you wretched serpent. The extent of my pseudo-talent, eating my own tail, in words, in actions, in everything, & someday, hopefully, I’ll eat my own head off too. For all of you, & for none of you at all.

Why Me?

There’s a series of channels on YouTube, which claim to be narrated “channeled” messages, messages from beings outside of this planet, as well as outside of this dimension. Obviously, I have no idea if they are, & if they’re even real at all. Lends credence to the notion that Carl Sagan detailed during his final television interview, where he illustrated a future world of technology, where the real technology is kept among the so-called “ruling elites,” while the general populous gets the scrap technology, for lack of a better expression, primarily to keep us at bay, while they use the real tech to advance themselves higher up the proverbial power pyramid. While we regular folks are playing with the aforementioned scrap tech, & unknowingly falling further & further behind, we will cling to superstitions in the hopes of a Divine reckoning of sorts, that most likely, will never come. I do not claim to believe nor disbelieve in these supposedly “channeled” messages, I simply find them interesting, particularly because they seem to have a kind of synchronous nature to them, in that they always hit on something that just so happens to be going on in my world at the moment. Not just at the time, but at the moment, almost precisely on occasion. Now either there is some kind of supernatural connection between these channelings & those of us who are knee-deep in our own unfolding spirituality, or as many psychics do, these ‘channelers” simply have an ability to come with things to say that can be applicable to anyone at any given time when spoken the right way. I’d like to believe I am personally not that naive, but I’ve believed a lot of things for a long time, only to snap out of it one day & embrace the self-realization of realizing I was gullible.

If there were ascended beings communicating through human counterparts, how else would they do what they do? None of these channels have a lot of viewers/listeners, none of them use sponsors and/or attempt to make money from posting these communications, so what reason would they have to do any of it, if they didn’t sincerely believe they were channeling messages designed to help humanity, especially such a small fringe minority of us who give them the light of day(pun intended). Often, our “missions” as so-called light beings are illustrated, albeit in a somewhat nebulous manner, & yes, I know, it sounds very new-agey, kind of weird of course, & I often ask myself, why me? I ask myself that a lot in relation to many things though, why me? Why do I have this kind of consciousness? Why am I so different from most other people? Why don’t I have a family? Why am I seemingly alone in this world, minus a handful of digital friends? Why do have this personality that I have? Why me? Why was I born into this existence, with all of these issues? Why me? Why am I the lone bastard black sheep? Why do I see the world from a perspective not shared by many, if any? Why can’t I just be functional? Why me? Am I wrong, wrong about everything I think I know? Wrong about the way I have determined I have to survive in this 3d pseudo-reality? Wrong about the way I think the world really is? Why do I think I’m wrong? Why do I think I’m right? Why me? Why am I stupid, in the sense that I have no real skills? Why did I incarnate in this particular life? If I was allowed to choose, as some say, why the fuck would I pick this? Out of the billions of possibilities, why would I choose this? If we could really choose, why would someone choose to be an abused child? Why would someone choose to be retarded? Why would someone choose to die slowly & painfully from a terminal cancer? Why would someone choose to be born in the slums of Mumbai? I am not so sure that people get to choose anything before they incarnate, or reincarnate…no, I am not so sure of that at all.

Not that I remember where I was prior to this, as none of us do, as far as we know anyway. Sure, there’s a few anomalies; people who claim they can recall their past lives, but there is n real proof, other than their own claims & their own loose “evidence.” Nope, no one knows for sure where they were before this trip down on 3d prison planet Earth, & no one is certain where we go after we take that final breath here. I’d like to believe it’s a trip to wherever it is you go when you dream, only a trip you don’t have to wake up back here from, thank God. You get to stay home, your galactic home in a dream, a dream that you have always known, always been aware of, only due to to the confines of said prison planet, you cannot recall it in its entirety, if you can recall it at all. I feel like I can recall it, to some extent, as I have detailed in several posts, several recent posts, as there’s been a noticeable increase of my journey back to this dream utopia I keep falling asleep then “waking” into, as if this 3d world is the dream. At best, I’d say I’m lucky to get 3-4 hours of sleep at a time, 3-4 hours of this 4d time here, this linear 4d time. In the dreams, however, time, as I know it here, is distorted. Some of these dreams go on for days, days in the dream time, but only a literal handful of hours in waking 4d linear time. All I can surmise, is that 4d time as we know it is askew in dreams, due to the influence of the 5th dimension, which is subject in no way to 4d time, unless one’s subconsciousness is stuck in the void between 3d, 4d, & 5d, & only occurs when we fall asleep here in 3d space. Dimensions follow the Fibonacci sequence I think, with spatial dimensions being 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, & so on, while the temporal dimensions would be the “connecting” numbers in between…4, 6, 7, 9,10,11,12, 14-20, & so on.

Obviously, I am no scientist, no physicist, no great thinker, no sage, nothing of the sort, & I have no way to prove any of what I just said, & I’m sure one of those people could easily explain how something like string theory or the 11 dimension theory makes more sense, with their own proof. In my little brain, it just seems to make sense, since virtually everything in this Universe “exists’ according to The Golden Ratio, Pi, Phi, Fibonacci, etc. We humans are so much more than we’ve been un-educated to be, & on top of the dumbing-down via school indoctrination camps, the powers-that-be have poisoned the water, the food, the minds of most of us, via broadcast programming, that at this point, it’s arguably a feat that we can wipe our own asses anymore. Obviously, this isn’t everyone, for there are many, many people out there who can do things that blow the mind. Doctors, engineers, computer programmers, even the corner mechanic in a small town, yes, there are many people from many walks of life who are brilliant in their own right, certainly more brilliant than my dumb ass. Then there are others, others who exist as though they were true-to-life NPCs, that just breed, consume, discuss nothing of merit, repeat, & that’s it, that’s all they do. I’m not much better, at least one of them usually has a job they specialize in through experience that I do not know how to do. I find myself floundering trying to humble myself lately. Why me, I ask again, what makes me so God-damned special? Nothing, NOTHING does, because I am not special. The AI can now do this, what I am doing right now, what I have always considered a unique talent, this way with words, the AI can do in a matter of seconds. It can be biased, not be biased, illustrate in any length, any tone, any way you want it. It can cite examples, evidence, utilize images, videos, it can do anything yours truly can do, before yours truly even finishes writing a title out. That puts me just above last place as far as usefulness goes. No employers care enough about my unfiltered “human-based” approach to writing articles, when they can get what they need with no spin in mere moments, & all for free, no cost.

No, the AI doesn’t need money, & neither do humans, but since we’ve been led to believe otherwise, then forced to know that if we do not have their self-printed Monopoly™ money, we cannot survive, & are just killing ourselves, killing ourselves slowly, stretching it out, draining ourselves with all of our life energy given to a power beyond ourselves. That’s just before we die, then after we die, The Great Recycler continues to drain us of our soul energy, leaving our memories wiped, our karma fucked, then figuratively shitting us back out as a newborn baby, to do ti all again, & the ouroboros can continue to eat itself, in a never-ending cycle, for all of time. Again, these are only the thoughts from the thinking mind of someone that is just a clueless human, for the most part. I have nothing, I am nothing, I am certainly no greater than any of you. Why me, why me, why me? I don’t have a purpose, no one to care, no family, no real friends, I have nothing, nothing at all, except these words I diligently & digitally pen down on the daily, for all of you, & for none of you at all. Why me, why do I this? I do this because I have nothing, & because it’s meaningless, I have found meaning in it, even though it only means something to me, thanks to The Myth of Sisyphus, & the words of Albert Camus. I’ll never be known, never be among the great writers, never be anything at all, & once I’m gone, I’ll slip into the digital oblivion forever, not a soul even knowing I was here. Maybe that’s for the best, as it’s all so absurd, so who really cares anyway? No one, not a single soul, will ever know, what I know or don’t know, & on that note, it’s time to go, as this pure stream-of-consciousness diatribe has reached its uneventful ending. Until next time dear readers, check out the channeled messages, as I have linked a few here for you. Check them out for you, not for me, or don’t check them out at all, because in the Great Picture, it matters not either way. So sayeth FisH™🎏

The Fooze: S7E10 7/10/2023 The Cocaine House

Yes, of course I’ve seen the latest news about cocaine found in the White House, & of course, we all know who’s it was. There’s footage of Hunter Biden right after the supposed discovery looking jacked as fuck, all bug-eyed & jerky, wiping his nose no less, reinforces all fingers pointing at his dumb ass as the culprit. Not to mention, right before the discovery, they released footage of that degenerate piece of shit driving 180 MPH to Vegas while showcasing his crack pipe. Just to be clear, there’s a definite distinction between crack & cocaine. It’s analogous to cane sugar & high fructose corn syrup, in that crack is the ultra-concentrated form of cocaine, as high fructose corn syrup is the ultra-concentrated form of sugar. Both are highly addictive as well, hence all the obesity in this “body positive” God-forsaken country of ours, but I digress, as this article is intended to be about the crackhead in the White House, not the fat people in this country. Yes, it’s quite a story, & quite a distraction, considering that since the news has centered in on this cocaine story, Hunter’s puppet-potato dad, Joe Biden, the frontman for the puppet master Barack Obama, sent cluster bombs to Ukraine, adding more fuel to the fire of World War 3, bringing us one step closer to a nuclear hot war with Russia. This is what the so-called “ruling elites” want, of course, global war, because they know they’ll be okay, while millions, maybe even billions, of people get vaporized as collateral damage if said World War 3 was to break out. Theatre, theatre, theatre, only with real-life consequences…for us, not them.

It’s just a matter of time at this point, as a global war could pop off today, tomorrow, next week, next month, but know this, there’s an exceptionally high probability that it’s going to happen, & right before election time too, what a coincidence, so this rogue government could utilize “emergency powers” to stall the next sham s-election in order to retain their power. Do you really think these soulless power-hungry scum are going to relinquish their stolen power when the next s-election comes? Of course not, but sadly, so many still believe that their vote counts for something. NEWSFLASH: IT DOESN’T. Nope, voting is as useless as the diapers Joe Biden wears, & the next round coming in 2024, will be utterly meaningless. They will install whoever they want, & for those of you on Team MAGA, naively betting that Trump is going to come back & save the world from this Deep State cancer, you might want to rethink the risk of putting all of your eggs into one orange basket. If something happens to OrangeManBad, the demoralization of half the country will be unprecedented, & the hopelessness that follows, will make you all much easier to control, which again, is what the powers-that-be want…total & absolute control. What better way than to remove their hero from the equation, know what I mean?

I’m not as dumb as I look though; I know full-well how shadowbanned I am, as well as how most people think I’m a raving madman for writing/saying the things I do, & since crazy people do not know they’re crazy, but I have self-awareness of my mental capacities, I know I’m not a mental patient, & thus, just have to sit back & watch with my proverbial popcorn as the things I know are coming come. It’s heart-breaking, more than any of you can possibly know, to watch this once great country die on the vine like the grapes in the vineyard of a dead vineyard keeper. It truly is, & I wish I could do something, I wish I could do a lot of things, but being a thought-criminal as well as a sane person in an insane world, has isolated me so far out onto an island unto myself, that no one will ever heed my words, nor abide my inclinations & forewarnings. Now, for the final paragraph, I will let these fingers fly as they may, as I take the exit ramp from the fake news highway, & let my stream of consciousness do its thing, as it does. It’s as much as the turn of a dial, finding a station, & drawing water from the well, from the ether, or perhaps as Plato stated, from the realm of pure forms.

I’m currently in a state of flux, on the road, in the middle of the country for a pit stop, in a lovely little town in Ohio. It couldn’t be more apple pie Americana here, American flags blowing in the breeze, nice suburban homes, well-to-do American families doing the things that they do in their small town. Not much crime, not much of anything dark, just people doing their best to live without the chaos of the world encroaching on their respective little bubbles. I take my walks, I notice everything, I admire the beauty, the trees gently blowing in the breeze, the lovely homes these families have built for themselves, & it makes me smile, albeit only for a fleeting moment, before I integrate the future terror that might befall the world if a hot nuclear war were to commence. I cringe inside, having the visualizations that I do, but nonetheless I do, I have them, terrible illustrations, picturing all of this real-life Norman Rockwell sublimity, destroyed in a mega-mushroom cloud, with the ensuing fallout blanketing the town, & the surrounding area. I think of the show The Walking Dead, & picture radiated humans, aimlessly zombie-walking around, with their minds gone, only shells of their former selves. I see the houses in a state of ruin, the streets covered in rubble, the wrecked cars, the corpses, the stores all looted & burned out, from the few lone survivors. Like I said, I don’t want to, but I do, I see the heart of this once-great nation torn into two, decaying lifelessly like a raw steak in the sun. It’s a sad way to see things, & although I’m quite aware that grimly picturing a dystopian post-apocalyptic hellsacape is a waste of thoughts & energy, my mind cannot help itself, considering what the pragmatist in me foresees coming. Oh this mind of mine, woe to this mind of mine.

No, one cannot exist in a future yet to come, nor dwell in a past that will never come again. It’s a redundant exercise of futility, but at least I have that self-awareness to self-realize what I’m doing, so it doesn’t overtake my daily reminder to always live in the present. The present, that ticks away second by second, that comes & goes so fast, so damn fast, is the only moment one can know is truly real. Many of us are stuck in our pasts or our futures, particularly the former, but many of us are not. It’s all just so chaotic, for life itself is a journey through chaos, is it not? One can only hope that The Great Creator will bring Divine order back to this 3d waking world of mass psychosis, because the state of the zeitgeist in the present, is sadly more disordered then it’s ever been. It all seems backwards, upside-down, a world where the malevolent reign, & the benevolent are unprecedentedly suppressed & ostracized, even as far as being exiled, as is yours truly. Yep, your narrator here is digitally exiled from the town square, as well as banished from the matrix prison planet, like a forgotten ghost of someone that no one ever knew. Statistically, I shouldn’t even be here; I should be as dead as many of my friends, who are now just tombstones. It’s as overwhelming as a mile-high tidal wave, & as I mentioned earlier, I’m on an island unto myself, in the middle of a vast ocean, with nothing but those towering tidal waves to watch, pounding on the sky-high vertical cliffs surrounding my cave of solitude. A permanent state of social isolation, like the mighty Zarathustra, & I wonder if I’ll ever go back down, as he did, after his alone-time with only himself & The breath of The Great Creator ended. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t, but for now, it’s time to go, so until next time dear readers, appreciate the wine from the vine while you can, before the grapes in the vineyard fall to the ground to the hungry worms. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎏

One cannot exist in a future yet to come, nor dwell in a past that will never come again.” Fish F Fish🎏

“Oh this mind of mine, woe to this mind of mine.” Fish F Fish🎏