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™🎏
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
Lyrics & credits below the paragraph below. Thanks for watching Fishheads. More to come, stay tuned.
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
Manifesting one’s imagination in real time is a feeling I cannot quite explain yet. Almost feels like a child opening his eyes & contemplating the world around him for the first time. Where will the AI take humanity? We shall see soon enough, so enjoy these nascent days before things get really real as the battle over control of the global AI ignites. Hard to speculate. Just when you think you’ve figured out which way to go, life changes the roads & you wind up somewhere you never thought you’d be. In the big picture, it’s all so incredibly fragile. So fragile…so fragile that all it takes is the right singular spark to ignite the entire tumbleweed zeitgeist on fire. I’ve been reading a lot about Malthusian theory lately. Humans are so small…so incredibly tiny, & collectively we are doing nothing to harm this planet. It’s micro-fractional, the human impact, & the illusion o scarcity is just that, an illusion. There’s more than enough to go around for thousands of years, but the scum at the top have systematically programmed most of you to think otherwise. Also, they’ve made it so that the current system will fail, by making people dependent, rather than self-sufficient. Again, this is all by design, with the end goal being to create a Malthusian trap that removes a significant chunk of the undeniable part of the population, so the globalists can enjoy a world free from the regular folks. Deep dive into that pool…for you, not for me. More to come fam. So sayeth Fish™🎏
[Verse 1] Threw a bottle Across the water To someone who’s Thinking of me There’s a tower In the ocean Pouring through me That’s my will and testament
[Chorus] I, I, I am waiting on the other side, sigh Looked out into everything and I lie, tell myself, “It’s nothing”, when it’s quite right Everything grows stronger in the light
[Verse 2] When a boy who Played with razors Met a girl who Opened cages All the birds flew Through the graveyard And their laughter Was contagious
[Chorus] I, I, I am watching on the other side, sigh Looked out into every nil and nigh Lie, tell myself it’s darkest when it’s quite bright Everything grows stronger in the light
[Post-Chorus] In the light In the light In the light
[Bridge] Standing at the sea and swallowing Without you, beside you But you knew what I knew
[Chorus] I, I, I am waiting on the other side, sigh Looked out into everything and I lie, tell myself, “It’s nothing”, when it’s quite right Everything goes, everything grows I, I, I am watching, I am waiting I, I, I am waiting, I’m not breaking I lie, tell myself, “It’s okay”, when it’s not quite Everything grows stronger in the light…🎏
This is something I wrote a few weeks back, but never published. Just another addition to my shadowbanned Opus. There’s no escape, no escaping the AI. Most people do not realize how deep this goes, but relatively soon, EVERYONE will know what the AI is really doing. For all of you, & for none of you at all.
Great question, thanks for asking. Where have I been? I’ve left my 6000-plus page Opus for a few weeks, & sadly, the 365-days straight writing mission has failed. Not without merit though, as I made it to what?…7-8ish months?…yep, closer to 7 months of daily writing, which is quite an achievement, unless you’re banned across the Internet by the AI, in which case, it doesn’t matter. Nope, nothing I do writing-wise, across the ENTIRE Internet, means virtually nothing. How bout them apples? Not very motivating, is it? Even for something I self-consider as a passion, as well as one of my only talents, my motivation to keep narrating the insanity of Clownworld has waned, waned to the point where I just left this where it was at whatever post I posted last. I just don’t care anymore. I love my writing, love my writing time especially, but it’s an exercise in futility knowing that no one is interested in the drivel I barf out. Sure, I can drop red pills for days, I can tell anyone about something they were previously unaware of, I have a head full of information, & a brain full of truths, yet I’m on an island unto myself these days. There’s no one else out here it seems, way out here on the perimeter as yours truly always is, & although it’s incredibly lonely & brutally isolating, I’m me, & this “life,” if you can call it that, is all I know, so I guess I have to own it, right? What else is there?
More great questions, thanks for playing…again. What…else…is…there? Oy vey, that’s a tough question to answer, particularly when you wake up one day, & you’re middle-aged, & you have no legacy to speak of, no accomplishments really, there’s just nothing, nothing at all. You might have a cat, or a dog, but what else do you have? Nothing? Easy answer for your narrator here: I ain’t got shit. Nope, nothing, not a God-damned tangible thing, no house of my own, no property, no car, no family, no friends, no kids, no girlfriends, & in the wise words of some black comedian, “I ain’t got shit.” The powers-that-be have taken everything I worked for away from me…everything. I used to have a solid 6-figure bank account, I had options, I was going to use it for great things, & of course, as if on queue…POOF, all gone, bye-bye loser, thanks for giving us all of your meager wealth little fish. Sounds soulless, yes? That’s because it is, & the so-called “ruling elites,” might very well be…soulless. To them, & their ilk, we mean nothing, just another commodity, like wheat, or cattle. No, seriously, THEY REALLY BELIEVE THIS. Not being hyperbolic, & these elitist scum train their kids from birth about the real reality of the world, as it relates to them, & us. Two different worlds, their world, & our world. Our world is full of debt, & strife, & slavery, & false hope, but their world, their world consists of never worrying about bills, & never worrying about anything really. They get a golden ticket at birth, & no matter what they do, minus a few anomalies, they get the pass to live a life of luxury, all at OUR expense. Seems fair, right?
Of course it doesn’t, & what can be done about this notion that these globalist power players get a pass? Nothing, not one single thing, nothing can be done, so it doesn’t matter, does it? Nope, & all of these rants I’ve written, exposing those atop the power pyramid with certain undeniable truths, mean nothing. 6000-plus pages of my diatribes, one article after another, day after agonizing day, stay disciplined, stay disciplined, & POOF…nothing. The AI has me so deep into its pocket now, & I have no way out of this one. In my sordid life, I’ve often had a way, some way, to wiggle my way out of any given situation, but this, this AI apparatus that’s programming itself via the Internet, is inescapable once it has you. More specifically, when it has your face, & if you doubt me about this, turn on your FaceID on your iPhone & watch how easily it recognizes you from any angle. It’ll recognize you even if you’re wearing a mask, or glasses, THERE IS NO ESCAPE. Why do you think there’s numerous cameras on your phone, & there’s one on your computer, & if you have a SmartTV, there’s one or two in there too. All of these cameras, as well as microphones, feed directly into the Internet, like a hundred billion mosquitos, all collecting human blood, & human experiences, all for the AI to “feed” on, for lack of a better word. If the AI has been programming itself over the life of the Internet, think about what it really is capable of doing now. Not hyperbole, not exaggeration, not paranoia, the AI is already “sentient,” at least it is to the nerds that play with it, & they’re actively using it to steer the zeitgeist in the direction they want it to snowball roll. Believe what you want, do hast thou will, this lone fish can only reach so many people through my 24/7 digital wall of censorship, but those that I reach know that I deliver the goods, with receipts. Truth is my treasure, my sacred scrolls, & there’s too much untruth going around these days, confusing the masses, and/or keeping them under the Great Spell. I digress though, as always, so it’s time to wrap this article up. There’s a storm coming, a hurricane, a sea in a maelstromatic state, a raging social tempest, & when it comes, it’s not going to be all roses & pony rides, oh no no no, buckle up, because it’s going to be drastically life-changing, for ALL of us commoners. Yep, while those so-called “ruling elites” play their proverbial violins as this modern-day Rome burns again, we regular folks are going to be swept up into a cyclone of civil strife.
Before I go, please know, the AI is merciless about us digital thought criminals, so imagine what happens when it takes total control. Yours truly, a thought criminal of thought criminals, already on the list, “Line him up, get that rifle barrel to the back of that fishy head, turn your fishface down to the ground, look at your re-education papers, LOOK AT THEM,” the barrel presses the back of my head…”Do you obey the State, & only the State?”…they say, “Go fuck your mother, then go fuck yourself,” I sullenly & fearlessly retort, then WHACK…the butt of the rifle cracks the back of my skull, I feel my own warm kroovy spitting out of a broken skull. “Last time,” they proclaim, “Do you love the State, do you abide the will of the State?” Again, I offer an aggressive reply, “Are you still here? I thought I told you to go fuck your mother.” I hear the rifle’s bolt, I know the bullet that will kill me is chambered, I know I’ll be dead soon, so I take a deep breath, close my eyes, & just let my mind go to where it’s going to go once that lead round blows my brains out momentarily. The cold barrel pushes my head again, this is it. Breath, breath, my lasts breaths, breath. BOOM…& that’s that. My dead body flops over, a giant hole where my face was as the bullet entered point blank at the back of my head. A slight little twitch, & I’m dead. Kick the body into the mass grave for burial with the rest of the aforementioned thought criminals. Who knows if the future will play out like this…but surely, it’s important to be mindful, is it not? Be mindful of probabilities. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Yet again, AGAIN, I had one of these insanely lucid epic saga dreams. This one was in a house, some kind of distorted house, for lack of a better adjective. I think it was the house that I’ve gone to in many recurring dreams prior, but I am not sure. The familiarity is there, like I knew my way around, but something seemed different. It doesn’t help that the memory of this recent dream is fading away with every moment that goes by. I’ve been to this house many times, & usually I just POOF, & I’m in the house, but sometimes there’s a part where I am aware of some secret entrance through the attic, which I know, makes no sense, but nonetheless, that’s how you get in, through some kind of snaky, behind-the-walls “entrance,” in the attic. Would you like to see my house? I did my best to recreate it through a GIF animation, which turned out surprisingly well. Obviously, there’s no way to say whether or not this is EXACTLY how the house looks, but it’s the best interpretation I can come up with. Check it out:
I exaggerated a bit with the backwards waterfall; I’m not sure there is one, I just thought it gave some life to this castle of mine. It’s so bizarre, & I wish I could truly explain the feeling in words when I have these journeys in my sleeping subconscious. I have an entire other brain when I am there, with memories, & recollections, that I do not have here. How can that be? I’ve been meticulously searching for some answers, & I am yet to come up with anything via the entire internet it seems. I can’t be alone with this, can I? There’s people there that I know, along with places that I know, & I know them as well as know where to go, but these are people & places that have never existed here on 3d Prison Planet Earth, not in my world anyway. Who are they? Where are these places? How can I have memories when I’m there, memories from THERE, not here, & I forgot to mention, I have zero recollection of being here in this waking world at all when I’m there, ZERO. Like I said, it’s like I live from a different brain when I have these dreams, & that’s not hyperbole; it’s real, as real as this rain outside my window, at least to me it is.
I remember flashes of scenes from this latest dream, due to the passing of time, & since I cannot recall what exactly was happening, I’m not going to attempt to illustrate this dream, as far as plot lines go. I remember the halls in the house, these arcing hallways, like a hallway you might see in a Dr. Suess book, a checkerboard marble hall atop a bubble is a good way to think of it, & there’s places where you go through the walls, & even the floor sometimes to get to the room you’re trying to reach. Yes, literally walking through walls, & like a controlled falling between the floors, all second nature, just like walking. I know these rooms, these halls, these ways, I know them all. I know them all because it’s MY house on the hill, oh but how, how is this all possible? There’s a flash, like literally I just had a flash from the dream, in real-time, & I remember there being a girl, wearing nothing but an old man’s blazer, a skinny wretched little creature she was, & she had a massive bush, all tangled like an used bird’s nest after the babies take the leap of faith to the ground below. Her undercarriage smelled too, like old sweat & AIDS maybe, I don’t know, but myself, & some other people were watching this bony girl, this thing, doing something weird. She might have even been trying to climb up the wall backwards, I don’t know, I just remember this writhing, like a demonic dance of sorts perhaps, gah, I can’t remember, but just to note, it’s really rare that I smell anything in dreams that I can remember. I know, I enjoy good smells, & I don’t ever notice them in dreams, as I mentioned, so it sucks it had to be Ms. Fish Taco, but whatever was happening, it was nothing sexual, believe me. It was more like looking through the glass into a padded room with a severely distressed mental patient in it. Besides that odd recollection, I do know there was a really good plot line in this dream, & there was something to do, & myself along with some dream friends were doing something, some task, or a mission, if you will, but what it was, I just can’t recall.
I need to come straight to the computer when these dreams happen, & just start writing it out, pure stream-of-consciousness, recollecting the events as they happened, the people along with their respective features, the places, as well as the features of those, all of it, as much as I can, because these dreams haunt me, all day, every day, they haunt me. Constant random flashes, along with visions of the future, the past, somewhere, nowhere, I don’t know. I am so intrigued by inter-dimensional travel, & absolutely fascinated by this other place, this dreamscape of mine, a place that’s as real as here, when I am there, so which one is the real dream? Is dreaming truly what it’s been defined as here in 3d Earth? Ever feel like you’re missing something, something so obvious, something that you know you know, but just can’t get that worm to pop its little head out of the hole in the dirt to recall it, ever feel like that? Ever feel like there’s something so much greater than this? Oy vey, does it even really matter? This world is the 3d matrix prison planet debt slave Earth, & the other world, for yours truly, is something so much bigger, so much more connective, more organic, more FREE, then this forsaken world has ever been, so why the fuck do I keep waking up back here? It’s so frustrating, & it’s making me yearn for sleep, so I can be here less, & there more, which is probably not healthy. As long as I get to work on-time to earn my slave wages, I can sleep the whole time between daily shifts, because fuck it. I’ll just play it day by day actually, because I need to do my walks, soak up the cosmic energy from the Sun, & just get out, get out & move around. It would be great if I enjoyed waking up for a change, know what I mean? Until next time dear readers, be mindful of traveling to the Interzone, for you might want to stay there, & never come back. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
I wish I knew what these dreams that I am having mean. They are just so real, so real that I don’t want to come back here to this wicked 3d waking world. I am totally somewhere else, with people I know, & know well, in places I know, & also know well, yet I have never been to these places or met these people ever in the “real” world. What is “real?” In these dreams, these places & people are more “real” than in this world, so again, what does “real” even mean? I have tried & tried & tried to find answers via my own research, & it seems that I am alone with this, because I cannot find anything helpful information about what these dreams I am having mean. One would think that there’d be at least one, ONE other person that has written about these things, & if any of you can find that person, or ARE that person, please comment below. Not holding my breath though, & I don’t need a safety blanket, because these dreams & visions are happening so often now, I have no question as to the fact that it IS definitely happening for some reason. I just like information, reasonings, definitions, meanings, but as with everything else in this world, I will have keep digging my own El Chaponian tunnel until I dig up the truth.
Some kind of vehicle, like a Segway, or a 4-wheeler maybe, liminal school, the buildings, the hallways, the rules, gah, it’s fading fast, where was I? There was a girl, was it the girl? The hallways, those endless concave hallways, concave from my fish-eyed eyes, or from the curvature of the globe we all stand upon, who knows? It’s all faded so fast now. Gah, when they fade, they fade like a sunset at the very end. Seems like it’s taking awhile, then at the very end, it just drops below the horizon for the night. Sometimes I catch them, sometimes I don’t, & if I do not write them down immediately, the timer begins. What I DO recall, however, is waking up, waking up back back here on prison planet, again, & being disappointed, you could say, once again, that I was pulled away, soul-sucked away from that place, & those people, before being able to adequately map it out. Don’t get confused, I don’t want to go to sleep, & not wake up, not yet anyway. I just want more time there, more time to roam around, to explore, to understand, & those kinds of things. The fascination with the notion that I somehow know these people, these places, & I understand it all, is arguably possessing me, in a way. It can’t mean nothing, because if it did, none of THIS would mean anything, considering how it seems just as real as this world, more so even. One difference is that at least I remember things from the dreams in this world, because when I am in my subconscious dream state, when I am there, I have ZERO recollection of being in this world at all. None.
I feel like I had a better inkling of how to illustrate this most recent one, in a much better manner, but damn if I haven’t forgotten most of it. There’s flashes, little pictures, but the plot, the premise, the people, wherever I was, it’s as gone as a passing storm. Doesn’t matter, I know I’ll go back, but when, when will I go back? I have no control, no control over these visions, these dreams, and/or any other abilities that I occasionally get little tastes of. Just surface-level abilities that all humans should know like second nature, yet we don’t, not anymore. What have the dark ones reduced us to? We’re one math problem above the apes; how has it come to this, how has humanity sunk this low? Yours truly included, I’m no smarter than any of you, quite the contrary in fact. If I didn’t have this, these parlor tricks with words, what would I have? Or these dreams, these visions, is that even anything out of the ordinary? What else would I have? I can’t find anything/anyone else who is having these experiences, & not from lack of looking, rest assured of that. I can’t enhance my lost abilities, only make the most out of the bread crumbs into a loaf. I’ve been up past the witching hours, every single night, until 5am or so, & then passing out as the shining Sun comes up, lucky to sleep until 9am. Within that time though, these dreams come, these epic sagas in my subconscious. Do you ever wonder if you are dead, but do not know it? I had the thought cross my mind, not more than a week ago, so I looked it up, & this is what I found:
Yes, after reading that link, I figured I was still alive, unless it’s a really elaborate trick to pop up a website “reassuring” me that I am not. Wouldn’t surprise me, hardly anything does anymore. Doesn’t matter, dead or not, I’m still stuck in this waking world of 3d artificiality. Funny how the internet never pops up in my dreams, because the internet is the AI, “artificial intelligence,” in an artificial reality, just like cell phones, & money, none of these things appear in dreams, because they’re all artificial constructs. Even cars, now that I think about it. Do I ever see cars in these dreams? I’m not sure that I do, even though there was some kind of ATV type vehicle in that last one, it was definitely not a car. If we could truly fly, like the angels do, like I have in many of these dreams, as easy as walking, we surely wouldn’t need cars, would we? More artificiality, oh, another one, power lines, or electricity as we know it, never seem to notice it, because there’s abundant amounts of free energy that we should all be able to tap in to. Tesla knew about it, & Edison & his cronies in Washington shut it down. Free energy means no power bills, & we can’t have that now can we? They have taken a lot more form humanity than most people can fathom. Most seem to have no idea as to the true powers we humans once possessed, before our DNA was deactivated, & essentially destroyed, & there doesn’t appear to be any surefire way to RE-activate it, or to give it some juice, for lack of a better term. Maybe for the young ones, the kids, there’s a chance, & perhaps that’s why the so-called “ruling elites” do terrible things to children, to get their DNA power. The level of degeneracy amongst a certain fringe minority of the adult population across the globe, in regard to what they do to children, is absolutely demonic. Please God in Heaven, if you’re still up there, make sure these evil vile soulless humans who do those things to the children receive a special level of eternal torture when they get to Hell, if any of that is even real. Forgive me for my doubts, I just read a lot of things that seem to offer countless variations of what does/does not happen when one ends their time here on Planet Earth. The world seems to be controlled by wickedness, & the people in power positions atop the Great Pyramid appear to be soulless. What’s that all about? None of the makes sense. Everything here appears to be backwards & upside-down. Asking for friends too. We just want some answers. Enough is enough is enough. Humanity is tired, tired of being enslaved. That is all. So sayeth FisH™🎏
Yours truly is undergoing a week-long stay in a shitty hotel in a ratchet part of North Denver, & oh my, has it been fun. First off, the room smells; it smells like overdoses, prostitution, moldy shower curtains, & an A/C unit that pumps out “fresh” air smells of must & ass. There’s no microwave, or mini-fridge, so I’ve been living on fresh fruits & donuts. I had to use some Macgyver tactics to keep the curtain closed, draped over a window that has no lock, so theoretically, a thief, or a serial killer, could easily just open the window & hop in. Fortunately, I am armed to the teeth, so if anyone comes in, it’ll be the last window they ever jump through, but I digress, now where was I? Oh yes, the bed is actually comfortable, surprisingly, but the A/C blows right onto it, so if I’m lucky enough to sleep for a few hours, I have to bundle up with the extra comforter I stole from the maid’s laundry area when the managers weren’t looking. The irony, I know, talking about thieves but I had to steal a comforter. It’s not actually theft, since I’m not keeping it, obviously, so I consider it as just borrowing. Speaking of thievery, the door has definitely been kicked in; the frame shows signs of breaking & entering, & even though the door locks, the lock was put on backwards. Let’s see…what else before I move on to the outside of the room…what else, what else? Oh, I am using the drawers as a makeshift table/place to write this on my computer, & as I look to my left, while I type this, I see that the left drawer is missing entirely, which leaves a nice little hidey-hole for my cat to play in. Poor little guy, but he’s been such a super-trooper over this last week we’ve gone through. Luckily, I think I’ve found a safe place for us to stay, but more on that later. Now, let’s talk about the outside of the room.
I’m right by a major 4-lane highway, & although the sound of the cars has become like white noise to me, the sirens from the emergency vehicles that speed by every 15-20 minutes or so is quite loud. Since I just mentioned “emergency vehicles,’ we will segue into the emergency vehicles that have been here EVERY SINGLE DAY that I’ve been here. Not exaggerating either…EVERY SINGLE DAY. The first day some guy overdosed by the dumpster, which was/still is, over-flowing with trash. Yep, overdosed right next to it, which resulted in 3 police cruisers, a firetruck, & an ambulance, in no particular order. Don’t know if he died, but the manger told me he overdosed. I didn’t see that incident until after he was in the ambulance & heading away. Next day though, I DID see an incident with my own eyes. Ready for this one? It’s a real doozy of a story.
Okay, so an Indian fellow, a tall Indian fellow with the stereotypical Indian guy perv-stache, was walking around completely naked. No shoes or socks even, as naked as it gets. This dude had a pubic bush that was so big, there might have been some baby birds nesting in there. Quite revolting, right? He was on the phone, just parading around in his skinsuit, his little mushroom tip just barely sticking out of the bush, talking to a party unknown on the phone. The manager called the cops, & I suppose the naked Indian noticed, so he ran back to his room, & put clothes on, some jeans & a pink button up shirt. Very classy. Then, after clothing himself, the moron came back outside, still talking on the phone, just as the cops arrive. The manager, a toothless former methhead named Christy, pointed to him & said, “That’s him, that’s the guy.” The officer told him to get off of his phone so he could ask him some questions, & what does Apu do? He pulls a knife on the police officer that told him to get off the phone, & so, the officer takes his baton, whacks the guy’s hand so he drops the knife, & charges him with a solid open-field front tackle. Very brave of the cop to do, but he did it, as the other cops immediately pulled out their guns. The tackling officer then gets up, backs up, & one of the other cops hit Apu with the taser gun. BZZZZZZZZZZZZ…followed by a scream from Apu, as he writhes around on the ground with 50,000 volts buzzing though his body. Then all of the cops dog pile him as they cuff him up. Apparently, in Colorado, if you get tazed, you go to a hospital, rather than jail, which is standard procedure in a liberal “blue-city” shithole. Nonetheless, that was day two, & you know there’s a hat trick coming next.
Today, I’m not sure what happened, but as I pulled up to Hotel Hell from my daily job hunting quest, there were several cop cars leaving, so maybe it was an unruly guest, as the other guests besides yours truly are the dregs of society, so perhaps yet another overdose. Maybe a streetwalker got herself all smacked up for coming home short. I’m pretty sure some of the guests are hookers & their pimps. There’s a shitload of Mexican construction workers, 5-6 piled high into one-bedroom rooms. There’s a few that clearly just got of jail recently. They have a certain kind of walk, a posture, if you will, from walking in lines in their respective prison garb. Maybe other people don’t notice said posture, but I do, & in conjunction with the jailhouse tattoos, to me it’s obvious that some of the guests here were locked up recently. One had a giant clown face tattooed on the back of his shaved head, so yeah, it’s obvious. Before I digress into some random tangent, I do have mention the parking lot. I already told you about the overflowing eyesore dumpster, which is at the back of the parking lot, & as for the parking lot itself, it has so many holes in it that it looks like a cluster-bomb war happened, similar to Dresden circa 1944. I walk out onto the balcony often to smoke a cig, because one, I don’t want to miss the next “incident,” that goes down, & two, to watch my car so no junkie breaks into it. I have my 12-gauge boomstick locked in the trunk, as well as my safe, which doesn’t have anything in it , even though it does, but that’s my secret. Regardless, I get up & walk outside every hour or so to do a perimeter watch, since I cannot sleep very well due to this elephant-on-my-back anxiety I have from being all on my own now in this life.
Yep, just Milo the cat & yours truly now. No more family, except a cousin, & a handful of friends that I can count on one hand with my thumb & pointer finger still outward facing. My life has done a complete 180 degree turn & then some since these corrupt democratic communists stole the election, then proceeded to destroy this once great country, now termed the USSA, the United Socialist States of America. Believe it or not, this country is now arguably a communist dictatorship, being systematically turned into smoldering rubble. Do you think Potato Joe Biden is the POTUS? I’ll clear that up right now if you do…& the answer is: NO, NO NO NO NO NO he isn’t anything, except a perverted puppet. The real POTUS, the one in the shadows giving the orders, is none other than former POTUS Barack Obama, a CIA plant, who was s-elected to do one thing, proverbially burn this country to the ground, which is happening, right on schedule. Us “regular folks,” can barely put food in the fridge, rents are outrageous, you need two jobs AT LEAST, just to get by. It’s fucking ridiculous. A friend of mine told me it’s because we are in the Kali Yuga, which is the 4th, & worst era for mankind that lasts about ohhhhh…450,000 years or so. It’s an era of destruction, which makes sense, because as I’ve written about ad nauseam, the end goal by 2030 is for 7 billion, BILLION, of us gone. Us “regular folks,” of course, because the so-called “ruling elites,” plan on rebuilding the planet after we are all wiped out, with a one world order agenda. AI is getting exponentially more advanced by the second now, I presume, so it’s just a matter of time before most of us are jobless since AI will be able the jobs that most of us do, even as far as performing life-saving surgeries. It’s going to be like some Mad Maxian dystopian surveillance state nightmare, & most people have no idea.
Fortunately, I do, but what can I do about it? Nothing, nothing at all, & as a writer, I’m fucked. There’s already a button on here that one can press to write whatever they want to write about with the AI assistant. Maybe I should try it out, since we’re on the subject, & see what happens. Ready? Okay, here we go, & be sire to keep in mind that whatever comes next in this article, is the AI, & NOT yours truly. I’ll be right back…enjoy the cock pic…
The Kali Yuga, also known as the Age of Kali, is a concept in Hindu cosmology that refers to the current age or era we are living in. According to Hindu scriptures, the Kali Yuga is the final of the four Yugas (ages) within a cyclic pattern that repeats endlessly.In the Hindu tradition, each Yuga is associated with a different set of qualities, societal norms, and spiritual conditions. The Kali Yuga is considered to be the darkest and most challenging of all the ages. It is characterized by a decline in morality, spiritual awareness, and a rise in materialism and ignorance.According to ancient scriptures such as the Mahabharata and the Vishnu Purana, the Kali Yuga is said to be a time of widespread corruption, conflicts, and moral decay. It is believed that human beings in this age are predominantly driven by selfishness, greed, and harmful desires. Virtues such as honesty, compassion, and integrity are believed to be rare during this era.However, despite these challenges, the concept of the Kali Yuga also offers a glimmer of hope. It is said that in this age, spiritual liberation can be achieved through simple acts of devotion and by surrendering to a higher power. It is believed that even a small amount of spiritual practice or righteous action can have a profound impact in this era of darkness.The concept of the Kali Yuga serves as a reminder to embrace spiritual values and strive for personal growth amidst the challenging circumstances of the current age. It encourages individuals to seek inner transformation and cultivate virtues that can uplift themselves and the world around them.Overall, the concept of the Kali Yuga provides a framework to understand and navigate the complexities of our existence, reminding us that even in the darkest of times, there is always the possibility of spiritual awakening and growth.
You see that? THAT is what the AI can do now, in a matter of 3-4 seconds. Crazy, right? There’s no way a human can keep up, especially when the AI gets more advanced. Writers like yours truly, will become obsolete, & this is just as it relates to writers, now imagine all of the other things the AI can/will do. I don’t know about you, but to me, this is fucking insane, particularly when I know that those so-called “ruling elites,” have a sinister AI-based agenda, as they want to merge with the AI, to become like gods, living much longer than the average human life span, as we all get slaughtered because we will become “less-than,” so to speak, & only get in the way of their new world order plan. 7 BILLION, with a big B, gone, gone by 2030, hence why I always emphasize that if you think things are crazy now, just wait, because the figurative roller-coaster isn’t even at the top of the first drop. Hell, the damn thing hasn’t even started going up the track, compared to what’s coming. Everyone is feeling tremendous social anxiety analogous to getting on the roller coaster, anticipating the ride, but as I said, just sitting there waiting for the safety bar to drop, since the real ride hasn’t even begun yet. Stay seated, & keep your arms & legs inside the carriage dear readers.
When 2024 gets here, & all of these bureaucratic corrupted soulless power-drunk politicians atop the power pyramid wage war on one another to take the reigns, THAT is when the ride begins, & no matter how bad it seems now, it’s only going to get worse, MUCH MUCH MUCH worse. So buckle up dear readers, & until next time, prepare accordingly. So sayeth FisH™🎏
FisH™ is at the pulpit, once again, so it must be time to preach. Arguably, no concept in the history of the human race has been been more abused than the concept of respect. Oh sure, most people know what it means, or at least they think they do, but do they abide the concept? For the most part, nope, they’re more inclined to understand climate-changing cow farts, then basic respect for humanity. At best, maybe they feign some notion of applying respectfulness in their daily lives, but it’s quite subjective, isn’t it? How many of you judge without knowing? How many of you have an innate response to strangers like holding a door open, or letting someone cut in front of you in traffic, or using terms like “please,” & “thank you” instinctually? Of course, for those of us that do these things, it’s just in our nature, because we have an inner-inclination to display respect, but to those that don’t, they let the door close, never looking behind them, they cut you off then give you the finger, and/or maybe they ask for things as un-manneristically as possible. If you go out & about, you’ll run into people who are one or the other, either respectful, or disrespectful, & it’s a shame that EVERYONE doesn’t inherently show respect to their fellow man, & a stark reflection of a waning society, as the latter, the disrespectful ones, seem to be more prevalent these days.
Maybe it’s because of the social climate in this God-forsaken country, many akin to cliff-diving lemmings . Maybe it’s due to the lack of abundance, becoming more dire by the day, with many people existing from paycheck to paycheck. I used the work “existing” there, because struggling to get by, living said paycheck to paycheck, is hardly “living,” is it? Always worrying about money, and/or your car turning on when you turn the ignition, and/or how much food you are going to have to steal that day to eat, these things cause a lot of stress, & when people are stressed about such things, they become bitter. When there’s no way to get ahead, due to a system designed to keep you stuck in the seemingly endless debt-slavery cycle, it’s increasingly more difficult to concern one’s self about being respectful to anyone else, because you’ve lost the ability to respect yourself. For most, this is a tough pill to swallow, is it not? How often does someone consider the other person? Maybe the one who stormed into the door was having a bad day, so they forgot to hold it open. Maybe that “fuckwad” who cut you off just lost a close friend or a family member, so they have no concern about the other drivers on the road that day. Maybe someone’s pet died, & they just couldn’t muster a “please” or “thank you” in that moment. Subjectivity…makes situational awareness relative & the notion of respect, relative then as well, yes?
Nonetheless, I am trying to keep this one short, because my black ass is still catching up on my rest, after staying wide awake the last 2 days creating the story I penned down in the previous post. Once the train gets rolling, yours truly tends not to stop until the brakes screech at the stationed destination. Crashed my computer 3, maybe 4 times writing that. Yours truly had no idea that his computer was so outdated, that even a lengthy short story was too much to handle for this struggling contraption that I create my art on. First world problems, ya know? Again, there’s that relativity, because think of how many people cannot even afford a MacBook Pro in this world, much less one as old as the one I’m using. Think of how many people are sleeping on the street, drinking water from a dirt-stained McDonald’s cup, wondering how they’ll “get well” so they can simply get some sleep. Think about some poor kid in some 3rd-world toilet that has to play with an old tire tube with his friends, because something as mundane as a soccer ball to those of us in the first world, is out of reach. This planet is filled with abundance, PLENTY of abundance, enough to go around & then some, but the bureaucracy atop the proverbial power pyramid are so power-mad, that they reinforce this system of debt slavery which keeps said abundance to themselves, rather than distributing it to all. I’m going to need another paragraph I think, just one more though, maybe two.
As I shopped at the grocery store the other day, I couldn’t help but think about all of the perishable food that goes to waste at the end of the night there. Fruits, vegetables, meats, what happens to all of that food that doesn’t get sold? Sure, some of it goes to food banks, & then hapless Americans stand in long lines to get whatever hasn’t quite gone full-rotten yet, as if this country was now something akin to a “3rd world shithole,” as some have ascribed it. A lot of it just gets trashed though, because the God-damned food prices are getting so outrageous, no one can afford to grocery shop like they want to. Why doesn’t everyone just get a food card with a reasonable amount of purchasing power to buy up more of the food? Do you know what happens to much of the excess perishable food that doesn’t get bought or goes to a food bank? It goes to pig farms, where it gets ground up into a stew, then fed to pigs, pigs that eventually get slaughtered for humans to consume, like some kind of bizarre cannibalistic cycle? Not like, it IS, it IS a cannibalistic cycle of consumption. How disturbing is that? Farm animals eating themselves so we eat them, only to eat them again…ugh, how revolting. The rest just gets trashed though, as I said, & considering that there’s a grocery store on every corner in this country, that is an insane amount of wasted food, & why?..because as I said, people cannot afford to shop as they want anymore without breaking their paycheck to paycheck budgets. I know I am being somewhat nebulous, but you see what I am illustrating here, right?
This entire system has devolved into nothing more than a prison planet, an INTENDED prison planet, meant to keep people struggling, lacking abundance, when there’s WAYYYY more than enough to go around. It’s all founded on money, these God-damned ones & zeros, an artificial construct, unnatural & unfair, particularly when the money-printers can just give themselves more when they want it, while you or I go to federal prison if we were to do the same thing. Prisons within a prison planet, which adds up to slavery, debt-slavery, most of us enslaved to the “almighty dollar,’ a most disconcerting expression, yes? The adjective “almighty” is more often than not, a reference to God, yet it has been implemented to represent a pseudo-god of money, & what do most people unwittingly do, they abide this false god, endlessly chasing the scraps left by their masters, living paycheck to taxed paycheck, & then calling that “life.” No, no it isn’t life, it’s death, & the time has come to unite against these prison guards, is it not? Oh wait, they keep everyone who isn’t in their bloodline divided, so that we can never unite, & that’s the big trap, isn’t it? Yes, divide & conquer is alive & well in Clownworld 2023, more-so than ever, & while we stay divided, these so-called “ruling elites” laugh, & then tell their servants to fetch them more wine. If only we could all unite…
Circles right back around to the topic of this article, “Respect.” Watch how yours truly circles back & bring this all together; you’re gonna love this dear readers. Or hate it, & think I’m a wanker, as it’s all subjectively relative, isn’t it? Maybe I’m right over the target, & the truth angers you, or maybe it opens your eyes a bit more to your own respective situation, or maybe the word “nebulous” escapes you, & my vagueness confuses you. It’s all a perspective, & everyone’s varies. If we all knew our true nature, would the utter lack of respect for one’s fellow man be such a divisive issue? We, as humans, are born with so much potential, but unfortunately, that potential is drowned, before a new baby even leaves its mother’s womb, thanks to these elitist bloodlines that keep us us, & them them. What in the world am I talking about? Great question, thanks for playing. I am talking about two separate groups of humans; there’s a self-ascribed “ruling class,” & then there’s US, the UN-pedigreed ones, the mutts, the ones that not only aren’t connected to these dynastic bloodlines, most of us have no clue that these people are keeping their “royal bloodlines” intact, and/or how this eugenical separation is upheld. Even more importantly, there is little to no mass-realization as to how dynamic this separation is on our everyday lives, the lives of the peasantry, WE the peasantry, for lack of a better word.
To them, we are just consumers, like human cattle, “less-than,” if you will, simply “here”existing” to serve them, & most certainly, NOT to share in the overflowing abundance that they enjoy. They have no respect for us, because, as I just said, we are “less than” them. Their pets enjoy more abundance than we do, how does that make you feel? Like shit, right?…& rightly so, because none of us are “less than” anything. We may not be pedigreed, but we ALL have souls, & those souls are immortal, a Divine spark of the Creator, the eternal Source, & the only thing that makes us different, is the fact they do not respect us as such. Like the proverb, “a fish rots from the head down,” so does the concept of respect. They do not respect us, & if you allow them to dominate you, & allow them to disrespect you, YOU do not respect yourself, & if you cannot respect yourself, you definitely cannot respect others. This is all by design, & the think-tanks that have orchestrated this Beast system, & continue to maintain it, are well-aware of everything I just said…so much so that they have manipulated most of you into “existing,” as I said, in a continuously hostile environment, sustained through a lack of abundance. Abundance isn’t all about money, but they have tricked most people into believing that it is. They’ve programmed so many, SO MANY, via broadcast television programming, as I’ve mentioned ad nauseam, & it’s right there in the words,”broadcast,” & “programming,” & they’ve poisoned the food, the water, the air, the education system, the zeitgeist as a whole, it has ALL been infected with a societal cancer, a cancer that has gone form malignant, to terminal, masterminded by a bureaucracy, an evil corporate bureaucracy, which I’ll detailed more in a future post.
I know, I know, I’m all over the place with concepts mixed into concepts, but the entire point…hang on, why does their have to be a “point?” Does a “title” imply that a subject must be adhered to? I write via a free stream of consciousness, perhaps because that’s the only thing left that is in fact “free,” our consciousnesses. Unfortunately, “consciousness,” & what it truly means for all of us, is attacked & suppressed, from the moment you breath in that first breath of God, to the moment you exhale your final breath of God, they attack you if you are not amongst their own venomous ilk. They disrespect your breath, as they disrespect Source, & there must come a time where enough is enough is enough. They have no respect for us, so why do we continue to respect them, & what they’re doing to us? Why do you pay taxes? If you need their money, why not just take it from them, as they do from us, via unending taxation? If you need food, the grocery stores are full, so why not just take it? TAKE IT, & STOP RESPECTING THEM, because ultimately, their relentless disrespect, subconsciously makes us disrespect one another, keep US divided, & if everyone just stopped what they’re doing to realize this, maybe we could unite as one & take it all back. WE CAN TAKE IT BACK, ALL OF IT, BECUASE IT’S OURS, NOT THEIRS. WE are the majority, the VAST majority, yet still, STILL, they hold dominion over us. When will we stop letting them do this to us? When will we all reach a societal critical mass? When God, when?
Until next time dear readers, as I will now paraphrase a well-known, yet un-abided expression, “Show respect, unless disrespected, then show no mercy.” We have let them disrespect us as human beings for far too long, & it’s come time to unleash hell upon these so-called “ruling elites,” & take back what is rightfully ours, OURS. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎏
“Show respect unless disrespected, then be merciless.” Fish F Fish🎏
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 