What a day to be alive on Planet Earth. How’s your world treating you? I’ve been wanting to do something artistic with this nostalgic piano jingle from my youth for years. Every Gen-Xer knows this jam. I don’t know about the other generations, but we TV babies from Generation X are savvy on so much programming from the 70s & 80s, that most of us forgot to leave room for deeper thoughts. Television is meant to keep you in a hypnotic low-vibrational state, & millions of us middle-aged Americans were right on the front lines from birth. Luckily, & with my own strength via my free will, I shook off the decades of brainwashing & programming that mass media broadcasts have been using to control us for so very long. Many are still…STILL…unable to break free, especially with all of the programs available on various sites, because they’ll always be able to find something to watch, to keep them preoccupied from the world around themselves. It’s all part of the mind virus pandemic across the globe. Nonetheless, I’m not going to rant in this one. I just wanted to shoutout to my digital friends & our online weekend fiesta courtesy of my buddy, Piano Matty B, & his number two, Kyle Mac, who play dueling pianos for the best livestream in the business. We go Friday to Friday, like days, because as you might be noticing, time is speeding up, so do what you gotta do while you can do it. The world, like time, is fleeting, & people croak everyday in so many random ways, ending their time here in this 3d prison planet matrix. I wanna find the exit to this labyrinth. I want to level up. I want to enjoy the beauty of all of it. I will, I do, & I know. Such beauty, contrasted with the proverbial evil of man, but I’m not gonna pull the trigger anymore than that today. It’s late. I walked 10.5 miles today. I completed my tasks. I am tired. It’s time for sleep. More to come Fishheads, so be sure to stay tuned, as well as like, subscribe, comment, & share, in whichever order you prefer. Be the tender of your own garden. Become your Higher Self. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
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)
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™…🎏
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An epic post-punk classic, from my favorite band, Joy Division. Ian Curtis was one of the most amazing lyricists, but sadly, his mental afflictions were too much to bear, & he hung himself at an early age. Gone too soon, but not of this world. Arguably, the sharpest sword to swallow. Enjoy this schizophrenic journey thru a radio tower world in some other dimension. Shoutout to @plazmapunk , & to the remaining members of Joy Division, who went on to form the band New Order. More to come, stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
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™🎏
Arguably Gordon Lightfoot’s best song. Goes right to the soul, from a time when music was blooming into unprecedented genres. We’re lucky that he stopped by in our time to create some of the best music ever. Gordon had quite a long run for a famous musician, departing this world at the ripe old age of 89, if I’m not mistaken, & despite countless health issues, he kept playing almost to the end. Legendary. They don’t make them like Gordo anymore. Enjoy the vid Fishheads, as a tribute to the great Gordon Lightfoot. Shoutout, as always, to @plazmapunk …& to my friends up in The Great White North. More to come, stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
A deep cut of sorts from the 80s. This is the song that launched INXS into mainstream stardom, circa 1981, if I’m not mistaken. Great times & great songs back in those days. There will never be another Generation X, & I consider myself blessed to have lived it in real time, even though I was still a little fish. The world seemed so big back in those salad days of my youth. What an era. Of course, a haunting & sad RIP for Michael Hutchence, the lead singer. Supposedly, he hung himself in the manner of auto-asphyxiation, which is odd, since he could have had any girl he wanted. Nope, died alone, belt around his neck, in a hotel room. Some inner-demons are more demonic than others. Such a shame. Nonetheless, as a tribute, I made this. Hope you’re in a better place Mike. Your music will live on…for a very long time. Also, as usual, shoutout to PlazmaPunk for the keys to the doors. Stay tuned my beloved viewers/readers, more to come. So sayeth FisH™🎏
My latest creation for a band I’ve known since college, when they were another band named Art Lord & The Self-Portraits. They initially played house parties, & at a club called Peasants. Good times, such good times. What a trip college was, & although it was great in its own right, yours truly fucked off for a lot of it. Wasted years, wasted time, but sprinkled with a golden light, one that went out long ago & will never come back, not in this life anyway. What a shame. They shot off like rockets into stardom after changing their name to Future Islands, while most of the rest of us just ended up in respectively mundane existences, at least as far as my own perspective goes. Moral of the story: Do NOT waste your talents, especially on drugs & party-time. In the end, it adds up to nothing, except an eternal sense of unshakable regret. One could almost say it’s simply heartbreaking.
Nonetheless, those of us who are still here can create, & keep creating, because that’s really what it’s all about. Creating love, creating art, creating creative creations, whatever your bag is filled with, embrace it, because as long as you’re still breathing, you can still create. The root of this spiritual battle we’re all a part of, whether you acknowledge it or not, is to be virtuous, & to CREATE. Many are destroyers; many are ignorant destroyers, destroying without even realizing what they’re doing. The darkness is destruction, & the rising light of the Sun is creation. Creation versus destruction. Which side are you on? Anyway, enough of my rambling. As my readers might know, I can rant for page after page after page after page about anything & everything. Yes, this is a prison planet 3d matrix. Yes, we regular folks live in a different world than those who roost atop the proverbial power pyramid. Yes, we’re stuck here, & it seems there’s no way out other than to end it for one’s self. Unfortunately, & I may be wrong, I think that offing yourself is cheating, in a sense, leaving a lone soul one option, which is to do it all over again, under similar and/or possibly worse circumstances. If you’re in the water, you have to ride the wave, all the way to the shore. Otherwise, you have to paddle back out, again & again & again, until you finally flow with your own wave, all the way back to the Edenic beach we all hope for after this life is done.
Or maybe it’s all for not, & we exaggerate our own immortal existence in vain. I don’t think that’s the case, but it could be. I don’t believe in any sort of definitive “God,” but I DO believe we come from some kind of higher-dimensional entity, which I often refer to as “Source.” Evolution is bullshit, & here’s the singular reason why: If evolution were real, why do the creatures we supposedly evolved from, still exist? Why are crocodiles still around? Cockroaches? Creatures that have been the same for supposedly millions of years, are still around. What happened to their “evolution?” Much of what the human race has been programmed to believe, in my own opinion mind you, is just an abysmal quagmire of lies on top of lies, then sprinkled with more lies. It would be nice to know the real truth about modern human origins, wouldn’t it? Sadly, whatever that is, if known, is kept within circles that 99.9% of us are not granted access to. It’s exceptionally frustrating for someone like yours truly, who seeks truth in everything. The only thing I’ve come up with, is the notion I just mentioned, which is that the real truth, it’s kept from nearly all of us. There’s countless rabbit holes to dive down, many theories within the annals of the interwebs, but ultimately, there’s only ONE truth, ONE real reality, & we aren’t living in it.
We’re enslaved, enslaved to ourselves, enslaved to money, enslaved to self-ascribed “leaders” & so-called “elites,” WE ARE SLAVES. We’re slaves in a 3d matrix prison planet, & one of these days, my delusional optimistic self hopes for some kind of Divine intervention. Hey Source, where are you? Hey Source, why are we enslaved in such a manner? Hey Source, why is there so much chaotic destruction in this world? Hey Source, why are these globalist psychopaths herd us like cattle? Why is our enslavement allowed? Why? Maybe someday Source will answer me, or maybe I just don’t understand. I don’t know. It’s a surreal paradox, to get more confused as you expand your knowledge base. The more you know, the less you know, very paradoxical. Holy hell, I’ve done it again. Started with a few sentences, finished with an essay. That’s how I roll, as my readers/viewers know, & if this is the only light I have, it’s my responsibility to Source to keep going, keep creating, keep leveling up. This might just be a simple test, made to look like an unescapable labyrinth mouse trap, & the only way to free one’s self, is to accept the simplicity, catch your wave, & ride it back home to the 5th dimension. Or…or…it could all be in vain. Who knows? On that note, time to go my beloved Fishheads. I’ll post the lyrics for the video above below. More to come, stay tuned. The FisH™abides…🎏
Future Islands: Before the Bridge
I will walk you home and I will leave you there I’ll take the books you stole And leave the heart that bared this soul
I hope you have what you need (I hope the moon is listening) I hope you have what you need (I gave my soul, my body)
I hope you have what you need (I hope the moon is listening) I hope you have what you need (I gave you soul and body)
And if things hadn’t changed I would have buried you deep in my arms And if things had stayed the same I would have carried you as far as the stars
Whatever has us know I can’t forget somehow For to forget a love is to regret And what is love is regret And what isn’t love is a test
And if things hadn’t changed I would have buried you deep in my arms And if things had stayed the same I would have carried you as far as the stars
Do you believe in love? Do you believe in love? Hold your tongue Hold your tongue
Whatever has us now I can’t forget somehow For to forget a love is to regret
Written by: William Cashion, John Gerrit Welmers, Samuel Thompson Herring
I can’t properly illustrate what it’s like to watch my imagination in real time in such a manner. AI, when used as a tool, can be incredible. Unfortunately, the elitist globalist scum at the top of the proverbial power pyramid have other ideas. They want to destroy, to feed the darkness, not to create, & illuminate the true Divine light. What a world, what a 3d matrix prison planet world. The only thing left to save us all is some sort of outer-dimensional reckoning. The odds of that are astronomical, but like all miracles, occasionally something from another realm comes along to enlighten the souls of those who have true self-awareness. I could go on & on & on, but for now, I’m gonna wrap it up. Stay tuned my beloved Fishheads. Much more to come. The hours come, the hours go. Lyrics below. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Metronomy: She Wants
She sleeps so soft So soft I tread Arranging papers Around the bed
And if she’s dreaming deep tonight I’ll lie with her by reading light A glass of water by her side And gone are hopes of getting tired
I call the shots ‘Til you wake up Count every second On every clock It’s getting late Yeah, that I know The hours come The hours go
Them twitching legs And twitching arms And there you’re lying Your make-up on
And girl, if you’re dreaming deep tonight I’ll lie with you by reading light A glass of water by your side And gone are hopes of getting tired
I call the shots ‘Til you wake up Count every second On every clock It’s getting late Yeah, that I know The hours come The hours come
I had extra footage that didn’t match the first version, so rather than waste precious digital art clips, I just made another video of the same song. Version 2 below…
I didn’t know about those other things I could’ve been there, but now it’s too late We’re only here for one hour, we won’t know untill it’s gone Try to find the best, I know you
I didn’t know, that you would leave so soon I didn’t try a little harder, to make you smile once more One day I’ll come to find you, wherever you may be If only time was kinder, you would still be here
This one was fun to make, & in true FisH™ fashion, I added nudity, which I caught a strike on Youtube for, & had to spend a week in the digital gulag. Unreal. Do they censor Michelangelo? DaVinci? Dali? …of course they don’t, nor do they censor the degenerate filth posted by disgusting homosexual pedophilic leftists, but me, shadow-banned like no other. Seriously, & this is no exaggeration, I am censored at Alex Jones level bias. It’s so fucking ridiculous, so I am now uploading all of my projects to Rumble & Bitchute respectively, just in case Pootube drops the hammer on me & hits me with another strike. Ban me all you want, censor me all you want Google, & I’ll keep coming back, just like the inflaming bussy herpes you beta twerp rainbow-haired Google employees share amongst your pathetic selves. Can’t stop, won’t stop…ever. Period. My art form is unique in its own right, & I’ll be damned if I let some gamma goblin losers stop me from sharing my creations with the world. It’s a rare moment in time to capture the magic of using AI as a tool to create art, & the day will come when the AI is too “grown up,” for lack of a better term, to aid me in the manifestation of the things I see in my own imagination. We’re both like kids, in our nascent stage, & as everyone knows, the nostalgia of being youthful is fleeting from the get-go. Nonetheless, with all of that said, be sure to stay tuned Fishheads, because I am going to be cranking out as many new videos as I can, while I still can. As always, big shoutout to PlazmaPunk, because without them, I might not be able to create what I create the way I create it. Also, cheers to the band Helado Negro, who wrote this gem of a song, & has quite a few songs that are really good. They’re unique in their own way, as are many of the bands & songs I have in the proverbial queue, just waiting to come alive via my digital canvas. More to come my friends. Be sure to subscribe to my various sites so you don’t miss whatever comes next. Hope everyone has a beautiful day. Lyrics posted below. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
Helado Negro: Gemini and Leo
Fresh start Hold my hand all the way now Wake up Everyone’s singing outside
Asked you We can stay all day, who cares Lying down It’s our dream to stay all day when we know Nobody cares And nobody needs to know what we’re doing here
Gemini and Leo Dancing on the floor all night Gemini and Leo Dancing on the floor all night
We can move in slow motion, just watch me We can take our time in cosmic balance We’re just light from stars that shine on planets Constellations of our love and magic
Oh, take me To your galaxy now Oh, show me How you orbit around my mind Takes a little bit of time To know just how to be with you
Gemini and Leo Dancing on the floor all night Gemini and Leo Dancing on the floor all night
Gemini and Leo Dancing on the floor all night Gemini and Leo Dancing on the floor all night
Jennifer Lynn Wasner, Roberto Lange, Ted Crandle Pollard, Jason Michael Trammell, Opal Hoyt
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