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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™…🎏
What a pain in the ass trying to write scripts for this nostalgic classic. Oy vey. You all have no idea. I don’t just render these out & lay them down. I write scripts, using specific prompts to get what I want to come out. Most of the time, AI does a good job following my scripts, but for some reason, this video & this song were just not working with my scripts. Oh well. I have a few versions, but this one is it, the final version. Time to move on…time is always, moving on. More on the way Fishheads…got another one coming up in the queue directly after this one uploads. As always, the FisH™abides. Cheers as always to @plazmapunk …& of course, A-Ha for this epic one-hit smasher. Nonetheless, stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
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
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
For some reason I cannot explain, I made 2 different versions of this video. Same footage, just in different eras. Watch & see, or don’t watch at all. The choice is yours. More to come Fishheads. Stay tuned, the FisH™abides… 🎏
My latest creation from a superdope band named Twin Shadow. This is arguably their best song, or if not, definitely top 3, since they have a few other songs that are really good. The musically lexiconal list in my head has no boundaries, & there are many songs I still have to get to. Youtube & their bullshit biased algorithm-based censorship gave me a strike for the previous video for “nudity.” That’s right…nudity, & not jsut any nudity, cartoon nude women & their bouncing beautiful boobs. I scrolled thru Twitter & saw several clips of Haitian cannibal gangs, Yes, you read that right, Haitian cannibal gangs, & there’s numerous clips going viral of these bloody 3rd world toilet savages eating people. Nothing happens with that tho. No NSFW, nothing, & as far as I know, these clips are still flying around the Internet no problem. I add some cartoon nudity in my videos, POOF, & I catch a strike. Un-fucking real. I am so God-damned tired of being censored. I’ve had to nullify any/all of my political and/or cultural public thoughts, keeping them to myself, because the minute I let my opinions fly, POOF AGAIN, & I’m struck out.
Several months ago I started making music videos for songs & bands I like, so I would NOT keep catching sentences to the digital gulag, & still…STILL, these beta twerp rainbow-haired clowns try to take me down & erase me from the virtual town square. Even here…oh yes, even here. I had thousands of views a day when I created this site 12 years ago. Now I’m lucky to get 20 views a day. Shadowbanned like no other on my own fucking website. It’s just so ridiculous, so Orwellian, & the idiots programming these algorithms, for the most part, are all severely affected with the woke mind virus, popularized by the one & only Elon Musk. Where will all of this chaos take us? The so-called civilized world is divided between the programmed “woke” morons, & those of us who live in reality, & no matter what happens in this upcoming election, one side will lose their power. Oh my, oh my, this could manifest into an unprecedented societal critical mass event, one that I most certainly do NOT want to see, yet know is coming.
Of course, I cannot predict the future, but any true pragmatist can see the proverbial writing-on-the-wall, in regards to what this all leads to. One year from now, from this very moment, we will ALL be in a much different world. All signs point to some kind of dystopian nightmare, except one. The one thing that might stop a negative sociodynamic event is some kind of Divine intervention. Unfortunately, it’s a nearly improbable long shot, since nothing Divine, has happened since Jesus was nailed to a cross. Sure, one can argue the occasional reported “miracle,” but an actual life-changing dynamically Divine…reckoning, you could say, has about the same odds as winning the Powerball. Not saying I do not believe in God, because I most certainly DO, but maybe it’s time to cull the herd. I cannot, nor would I, ever think I can see through God’s eyes, but from my human eyes, I see so much unnatural behavior, evil & sinister behavior, as dark as it gets, not to mention all of the idiot self-proclaiming “atheists,” who curse even the idea of a God. I’d wager that 99% of those alleged atheists, when placed in an event where death is imminent, would change their minds really quick about God.
Nonetheless, as I mentioned already, the world is divided, & there’s no coming together, & no going back, & no matter who gets s-elected in the USA in November, ½ the country will go over the edge into the abyss, particularly if Trump wins. Luckily, most of Team MAGA are well-armed, but stay mindful patriots…be VERY mindful of putting all of your eggs into one orange basket. If something happens to Trump, what will you do then? Also, suppose the demoscum cheat again, & steal another election, what will you do then? Now, if Trump makes it & wins, the lunatics on the left, in true barbaric fashion, will riot & burn & steal & loot & kill, all in the name of Neo-Marxism, disguised as democratic revolution. Not only will they burn it all down, but Sith Lords like George Soros will compensate them to do so, to sink the whole ship, to destroy everything this country stands for. In summary, no matter the outcome, civil war is most definitely a high probability. Not saying it’ll happen, I’m just saying what I’m saying. If I could predict the future, I’d be in a much different place than I am now. However, any seasoned critical thinker can reason out the fact that whatever side wins, the opposing side is not going to like it, to the point of revolt. Again, this is not a future scenario I want to see, but I cannot deny what my own logic, as wells my own eyes, see getting closer & closer with each passing day. Oh geez, I wasn’t planning on a rant, but since I haven’t dropped one of my signature diatribes in awhile, here you are. Buckle up humans, the future dawns. so sayeth FisH™…🎣
At My Heels
produced by Twin Shadow
I’m in the belly of the canyon I can’t come up with any reason Why a ghost is following me Why a ghost is following me
I got some feed for the longing I got the pillow for the bad dreams The apparition dancing with me Stepping down all over my feet
There is no key to my gate But you can still come around Lean your ladder against my window And I’ll come down, I’ll come down
Sometimes I don’t know what I am seeing Who’s keeping track of all that’s breathing? Theres a world thats waiting for me Theres a world thats waiting for me
I’m in the belly of the canyon I can’t come up with any reasons Why a ghost is following me Why a ghost is following me
There is no key to my gate But you can still come around Lean your ladder against my window And I’ll come down, I’ll come down
There is no key to my gate But you can still come around Lean your ladder against my window And I’ll come down, I’ll come down
This one is a gem. Took me almost a week to get the clips the way I wanted them, but the end result turned out to be fantastic. Good times. AI is a tool, in the right hands. While it’s still in its nascent stage of evolution, make the most of it. It’s like a newborn baby, except its parents are everyone who’s online. How will the AI child grow up? Will it become a savior? Or an antichrist? We shall see someday, maybe sooner than we think. Stay tuned Fishheads…more to come. Lyrics & links below. For all of you, & for none of you at all. So sayeth FisH™🎏
Important words for an addict, “My drugs,” because that’s numero uno when you’re a junkie, your drugs. Where are my drugs, how much of my drugs are left, how soon will I need to call my dealer, when can I make a run?…these are the only things that matter, when you’re an addict, especially if you’re on the needle. If you’re on the needle, you’re done. Done. Period. With all this fetty floating around, it’s just a matter of time. Barely anyone gets out alive already, ESPECIALLY once they’re on the needle. It’s a dark world, as self-centered as it gets, because all that matters, is my drugs.
You grab your spoon, your crusty spoon, so much dope has been on that spoon, dope, & hope, all gone. Waiting sucks, so you give it a little heat, just a touch, & swirl it around, then drop your cotton, maybe a new one, maybe a used one, doesn’t matter. Might be some residue on an old one, so let’s use that one, yeah. Now a fresh spike, oh no, it’s my last one, but it’s a freshie, so no worries. Pop it, stick it, pull her up, the gun is now loaded. Where will you hit?…gotta make sure the gun is in your mouth before you pull the trigger, look at all those places where veins used to be, damn, all shot to hell, fuck, look around, looking, oh there’s one, one little spot, got it. Stabby time, & stick, it’s in, just pull up some blood to make sure I didn’t go to far, oh yes, clean shot, looks good, looks good, & plunge away. There she is. Hey girl…mmmmmmm. Hey there sweet girl. Back in our room, aren’t we girl? Just you & I. Oh wow, the room is getting smaller, like a vignette, there’s that weird taste in my mouth, oh but the vignette is closing, yes, the room getting smaller, & smaller, eyes are closing, show is over, last thoughts, as the vignette closes down to a pin, one little pin of light, one eye barely still open, stay awake maybe?…what did you say?…shhhhh…then just let go. Let go. Bye. Your body pukes out foam, trying to stay alive, but nope, you shot too much, & there’s no Narcan, or anyone around to save you anyway, & you die, alone. That’s the end, the end of your movie, & someone will find you, or rather, your body, all rotting & stinking of gruesome death.
.This ain’t gonna be no PSA for “just saying no,” or some corny nonsense like that, nope. Just illustrating the world of the dope fiend, & what comes first. I’ve seen moms do dope with their kids in the car seat. It takes away everything you have, everyone you love, everything, dope takes it all, once you’re on the needle. I lived that world for a long time, much too long. Dark days…I’m amazed I’m still here, to be honest. Feels like I’m the only one left, & they all went the same way, impaled by the spike. The worst thing you lose, is your will to appreciate life, & particularly, time. Nope, just waste away, slow suicide, until one day you’re shooting ½ gram bags at once, just to get through a shift at work. It’s insane how dark this world can become. Wanna see? Here’s a video from Kensington, a neighborhood in Philadelphia, where it literally looks like a scene from The Walking Dead. Check it out.
Not good, is it? This is some new drug called “Tranq,” & I’m not very familiar with it, nor am I interested in doing the zombie walk, sheesh, look at these people. Does this look like “life” to you? Does it look like these people are “living?” Fuck no, & it just keeps getting worse & worse & worse. There’s thousands of these videos, it’s absolutely shameful. People lose hope though, when situations go south, & they have no money, & “life,” just seems impossible, BOOM, enter the drugs, & WHAM, you’re addicted, just like that. Over time, it grows, like a little troll in your gut, stabbing at your stomach when he needs his medicine, & the more time goes by, the harder he stabs, the deeper the knife plunges into the walls of your guts, & he yells, “FEED ME!” You get anxious, then you sweat, then your stomach goes berserk, then it’s hell, the hell of kicking dope. A hell that I reserve to wish only upon my worst enemies. One hell week, then you’re free. It seems like an eternity though, for some reason.
Yeah, it’s rough, particularly off the needle, which is why so many people die. They try to kick, they try hard, they fight, nothing works though to make the cramps stop, to make the pain stop, to make the manic mind stop. Nope, there’s nothing…except dope, of course, so then they go score, because the pain is unbearably rough, & they shoot a big shot because oh that pain, it’s so bad, & because they haven’t used for a bit, their tolerance is lower, & POOF, lights out. That’s it. Done. Out. Gone. Bye. You’re no longer among the living, & everyone who’s left has to clean up the mess you leave. Foam coming out of your mouth, piss & shit on your crotch area, maybe running down your legs, cold, blue, stiffened up, just a body, as the soul has departed, & that’s the end of that person’s story, just like that. Everything they did in this life, from being born to growing up & going to school & making lifelong friends & relationships & learning your individually respective talents, & then to leaving home, & going to college maybe, & then you graduate & because college is a total waste of time for most people, you bee-bop around until you find a job, whatever. Can’t speculate generally on lives after college, because everyone goes in a million different directions when that time comes. Some find a “career,” & go on to get married, & have some kids, & get divorced, & all that made-for-television kind of life. Some go other ways, & maybe they take risks, they gamble on life, & that’s their life, just rolling with the flow. Some stay golden, & they live in the neighborhoods with the big houses, & pools, & they’re virtuous, despite their wealth. I suppose they just got a better ticket for the ride, but all-in-all, you get the point, right? Everyone goes different ways, but some, more-so than ever, go the way of addiction. Doesn’t matter what you do, or where you come from, there’s been an addict from every socio-eco-demographic you can think of. It’s a monster, a virus, a disease, a cancer, all of it in one really, & once you’re infected, it’s for life, unfortunately. Such is the way of my drugs. Do you get it yet? When you’re on the sauce, the sauce is boss. Good quote. I’m gonna have to add it to my book, The Great Quote Hunt, but I digress, as usual. Where was I? Oh yes, there is nothing else but getting well, as they say, once that needle is in your arm. If you’re not banging away, there’s still hope for you, but like I said, in the beginning, if the needle bag is open, your life is about to close up for the night, the darkest night of your life.
Oh but look at the time; I just heard the attention span alert go off. That must mean it’s once again time to wrap up yet another article composed by yours truly. There were good times, & hell, there were GREAT times with the drugs, but in the end, the dope casino wins & you walk out with nothing left but your socks, sometimes not even those. Not to mention, there are serious long-term effects, mental AND physical, as the human body isn’t built to exist in such a way. Self-care is important, but self-medicating to dull your wounds is no bueno. It doesn’t last, it never lasts, ever, & sadly, every junkie always gets to that moment when the drugs are almost gone, down to maybe a hit left, then gone, nothing, & you tell yourself, “I got this, I can beat it; just need a few days of detox, & I’m good to go.” Ummmmmmm…that’s a hard “NO,” NO NO NO…that NEVER works, ever, so maybe the best bet for all of you reading this, is to just never do drugs. 99 out of 100 lose the war, so do you honestly believe that you would be the one to get out completely? Ah, the junkie mind, the priorities so out of whack, & all that matters, is that phrase, “getting well.” Until next time dear readers, rewind the tape & peep my last few posts prior to this one. Get your respective selves all caught up. I could keep going, I could always keep going, write-write-writing about life, but I have a book to work on, so I can’t spend all my time on these random thought-articles I post, nor the Foozers, not until my book is done. Like I said, there’s PLENTY to go backwards in time on to find some enlightenments here in my opus of sorts. Find the “SEARCH” query, type in anything, ANYTHING, & a few fish will always bite. Over 6000 pages here…oh yes, that’s right, you heard me, SIX-THOUSAND PAGES of my madness, transcribed for all of you of course, & for none of you at all. That is the way, & I abide the truth. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
It’s sad when another face from the televised latch-key kid indoctrination of my youth, dies. Yes, that’s right, Pee-Wee Herman, who’s real name was Paul Reubens, has passed away from a long private battle with cancer. Bummer you went out that way Paul; it sounds terrifyingly painful, particularly the mental part, & to know you’re going to die when your malignant cancer becomes terminal…oh man, that has got to be a total mind-fuck. Cancer has become more prevalent as the global population grows, which is obvious, considering much greater numbers of people living on this God-forsaken planet, but on top of that, it’s statistically more common if you compare the number of cancer patients to the population, as in more people then ever are getting cancer. Why, why all this cancer?
Maybe it’s because they poison everything with carcinogenic chemicals? Could that be why? Could it be because they poison the food, poison the water, even poison the air? No matter where you go, minus the millions of unexplored off-grid places, there’s something there to poison you, especially in the once great USA, now deemed the USSA, the United Socialist States of America. That’s right, & America is the worst, especially with the food. Actually, they put fluoride in the water & who knows what else, but fluoride alone, is bad enough. Most people drink it up, every day, with zero inclination as to what they’re even drinking. I drink bottled and/or filtered water myself, & do various things to make sure my pineal gland continues to become uncalcified. Didn’t know that? You didn’t know that fluoridated water calcifies your pineal gland, the “seat of your soul?” Okay, well then click that link & inform yourself.
Nonetheless, before I divert to the exit ramp & drive this article home, I’ll give one more shoutout to the great Paul Reubens, AKA Pee-Wee Herman, as many people knew him. Yikes, can you imagine the street encounters with fans once he became famous with his show Pee-Wee’s Playhouse? That must’ve been a nightmare for him, with all those people doing the Pee-Wee laugh, dancing on their toes, reciting lines from his show, what a drain that must have been. He could never go out without that happening I bet. He was arrested, if you remember, for jerking off in an adult theatre. Weird that he got arrested, because isn’t that what men do when they go to such places? I’ve never heard of anyone being arrested for it, except Pee-Wee of course. Oh yes, that’s another one, everyone calling him Pee-Wee, instead of his real name Paul. Fame isn’t all it’s cracked up to be I suppose, right?
Until next time dear readers, be glad you can walkabout without hordes of people hounding you & begging you to do your tricks, like a dog. Be glad you don’t have a spotlight on you 24/7, because that kind of anxiety is astronomical, & that’s why many Hollywood types turn to drugs & self-destruction. They simply want to have a bit of normalcy, if only for a moment, but once you’re trapped inside that “celebrity bubble,” any chance of a “normal” life is over. You can only find that again if you leave Hollywood, quit acting, & go off-grid. Most would rather stay & fight for that proverbial role, saying & doing whatever they can to make it, even sacrificing loved ones so that they themselves can level up in that dark world. It’s dark, such a dark place, so be glad, be thankful you have a light int he darkness. Whether or not it’s a stadium light, or candle light, you are creating the fire, the light, because there can always be light in the darkness, but never vice-versa. So sayeth FisH™🎏
If any of you believe that these idiots in the article linked above are real “white supremacists,” you probably also believed that the fake vaccine would help you prevent Covaids. This is the biggest bunch of bullshit since “Patriot Front,” another fed-ran group created to cause a stir among the populous against a non-existent “white supremacy.” The fake news channels have worked feverishly to promote a national crisis against the legions of “white supremacist Nazi bigot racist man-splainers,” & their respective “white privilege” cards. None of those ridiculous fantasies actually exist of course, not at all, but here in Clownworld, all you have to do is pretend that things are real, & just like magic, they’re real, especially to a society that’s so fickle & easily led by fear, which as a universal notion, is really mass psychosis. I’ve mentioned this before; the term I like to use is hypno-psychosis, because, in this “modern age,” people are led to their psychoses by whatever is broadcast through their televisions via programming, to generate a state of alpha-wave hypnosis. Then, they go about their day believing what they’ve been programmed, i.e…hypnotized, to believe, existing in a bubble of conformation bias through your friends t the proverbial water cooler, & your social media, where groups of the same tribe digitally conglomerate & exaggerate the fear en masse, making it into a mass psychosis, a mass formation psychosis to be more technically precise. Everyone understand? Get it? Got it? Wunderbar.
Now, I’m no psychologist, no psychiatrist, no “ist” at all. My degree is a BA in bullshit, & I have a faux master’s that only exists on my forever-rejected resume. No skill set whatsoever, other than this drivel that I write, so by no means should you listen to and/or believe anything I say. I’m mostly just an observer, probably because I’m too retarded to do anything really useful. I’m what parents warn their kids about becoming, as far as wasting one’s life, & I feel bad when I see a little fat kid, with an immature face, just dumbed-down as it gets from having a poor home life. I rarely see a dad around little fatty, at least at the grocery store, which is the extent of “going out in public” for me, the most I bother to do anymore anyway. That poor little chubchub is already off to a terrible start, bred by idiots who should’ve needed documentation to reproduce. I see this EVERY TIME I am at the grocery store, the figurative fat kid, & it’s not only sad, it’s hart-breaking that they’ll never really get a chance. Their pisspoor parents failed them already, & there’s little hope they’ll become what they dream about becoming. Fucked at birth; this mantra haunts me, particularly when I try to comprehend the current state of this waning forsaken humanity, but, humanity lost me along ago, or maybe I lost it, I don’t even know anymore. Something went askew…way askew, & never came back into parallelity again. Yes, I made up that word just know, like when two sides of the road run parallel in opposite directions, but apply it to one’s path in life…”parallelity.” I DO have a BA in English, & my thought has always been that if a word you use is grammatically feasible & correct, who’s to say whether or not it’s a word? I don’t recall electing some “officials” to determine which words can be deemed as words, & which can’t, do you? No, you don’t because WE didn’t; none of us did, but again, we are supposed to abide these rules, & no one even knows the game, much less the rules.
Nonetheless, just to segue back to the title of this article, & speaking about games, the FED is playing quite a game with their undercover white supreme pizza agents, especially with this new gang, who ride or die for the moniker “Blood Tribe,” which might be the corniest name for a gang ever created. Seriously, at the very least it makes the top 3. They’re so bad at this, these moronic FEDs, they’re so God-damned horrible at what they do, that they do shit like this, assuming the general populous is as clueless as they are, when in fact, in…fact, more people than one might think are waking up from the Platonian Cave illusion, more each day, all asking, “Who the fuck is that guy behind the curtain orchestrating all this chaos?” If it ever comes to the day when the so-called “ruling elites” feel that we, the peasantry, will overtake them, they will engage one of many contingency plans to ensure their own survival. They have a plan for everything; if. there’s a nuclear war, there are bunkers for the global elites, but not for us peasants mind you; if a real global pandemic that kills millions breaks out, again, they have bunkers, as well as the cures for any diseases, they just don’t tell us that they have the cure for everything, so again we the peasants lose. Perhaps a micro-nova from the Sun erupts, one that shifts the poles, as well as creates massive lightning bolts that transform the ground(Electric Universe), & wipes out 85-90% of us, & they know when it will happen, but they won’t tell us, because once again, they’ ll be safe in their bunkers. They don’t care about us or our issues, & it’s an unforgiving squared off slab of concrete for those who have no family, no friends, no job, no money, no home, no bed to sleep on, no life, like reading off the roll-call for a degenerate seven dwarves, but if you hit all seven of those of those unfortunate situations, there’s seemingly no hope left, is there?NO…HOPE…LEFT, & being in this dire 7 dismal position, if/when the dreaded end comes, whether or not the end comes via war, pandemic, market crash, whatever ending comes for us all, fuck-offs like yours truly will be absolutely expendable. “Collateral damage,” is what we will be described as after the government comes to Fortunately, like a cockroach, somehow I feel like I’ll survive. Anyway, I’m wrapping this one up a bit abruptly. Until next time dear readers, my black ass is tired, so when you’re black ass is tired too, it’s time to hit the floor-bed. So sayeth FisH™…🎏