This is the premiere video for my latest idea to do a “Self-Portraits” series of animated music videos. Instead of the regular constant fractal zoom style, this style makes me think of a living postcard of sorts. Cheers to my old friends, Future Islands, for the tunes, & for still making great music. We all have come so far from those balmy salad days in college. Good times. Crazy that was 20 years ago when my college career wrapped up with a 7-year degree in Creative Writing. It’s proven utterly useless. What I learned in college has little to do with anything academic, to say the least. Can’t party like we did anymore. We were the last of the raging college partiers of yesteryear. We all went out in our own respective blazes of glory. What an era that was. If I could go back, I would’ve been in Art School from the get-go. I was so lost back then though…the fogs from childhood head injuries, along with the drugs, it was like I was on some kind of reckless auto-pilot. I cringe when I think about some of the experiences form back then. The cringe is fleeting though, because if you hang on to your past, you poison your future. The past is gone, gone forever, it happened, it’s over, there’s nothing left to blame and/or to not forgive yourself for. Every day is a new day, with a new slate, if you want it to be so. Be the Creator of your own world, via the guidance of the Great Creator. Creation, creation is the Divine Light, the Quantum Spark, the electricity of ethereal Love. Destruction is the darkness, the abysmal darkness, the Great Shadow, the Evil, the Dark Matter, & consciousness is an energetic holographic expression of the eternal friction between light & dark. Which one are you? Are you a Creator? Or are you a destroyer? The choice has always been yours. The door to the cage has always been open little bird. You simply have to fly out, out of the shadow of your own cage into the endless summer sky enlightened by the Sun. On that note, I’m going to wrap this one up. I’ll post the lyrics below. My friend Sam, the lead singer of Future Islands, is a brilliant lyricist. There was a time when he & I would do blow all night & talk about life & God & women & this 3d matrix we’re all in together. Midnight summer nights in G-Vegas. In many aspects, there was a golden magic to that time, that I was aware of but he captured, & then rode the wave all the way to the mountaintop. I’ve known some very interesting souls in this life, & I expect to encounter more in a future unknown. Until next time fam…be good. More to come, stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
By the shattered coils of a mother’s arms, all swept-inside like the rosary, that fell away when her girlish charms, cried out to take on motherhood. She waits by the windowsill, all wrapped in white and puzzling… What happened to the child inside? …who ran the streets and the days at night…
She says, “Nothing seems the same,” & I can’t change a thing. My body’s like a wave, breaking to the sea. She says, “Everything seems strange,” locked behind the years, but life is ours to find, in the days at night…
There passes a stranger every evening, he walks himself on a silver-leash, & in his head, the worlds asleep, & the wrinkles in his hands believe, when he was young, he had a dream, to be a star, on the movie-screen, but now it all seems a silly lie, as he walks alone & the days on fire
He says, “Nothing seems the same,” & I can’t feel a thing. My body’s like a wave, caving in on me. He says, “Everything seems strange,” holding back the tears, but he smiles just like a child, in the days at night…
Mother of song, you’ll find the right way to cherish in dreams, all of the snow frozen. Father in time, you’ll find a world that’s so perfect and cold, all of the snow frozen.
Back in that proverbial saddle yet again after a brief hiatus. Much has happened, & continues to happen to yours truly as the days fly by like an eagle on meth. Weeks feel like days these days; it’s no coincidence, & NO, it’s NOT a phenomenon of aging. Time, the 4th dimension as we know it, is in fact, accelerating, for lack of a better term. I’ve covered this many times before, but much like water going down a drain, or a toilet flushing, the spiral accelerates as gravity pulls it into a vortex. The golden ratio is everything. Fibonacci is everything. Galaxies are spirals. We exist according to the space-time we’re relative to. As the galactic gravity pulls harder, the time spiral tightens, causing it to move faster & faster, so from our perspective, time, is most certainly speeding up.
Speeding up towards what though Dr. Fish? Great question, thanks for asking. The answer though, unfortunately, escapes me. If I knew the future, I’d be doing something else somewhere else. Sadly, I don’t, minus the random visions I see every few hours of “futures” that play out maybe…ohhhh…88% of the time. It’s something in my head, something that gets stronger by the day, as if I’m remembering something lost long ago somehow. I do not know what it is exactly, but I’m well-aware that something is drastically & dynamically advancing spiritually. In myself of course, but within others as well. Overall, we few are a scant minority. A “little boutique community” as my piano buddy says. Perhaps we really are the Chosen Ones. 144,000. The odds of winning that lottery are bigger than Powerball. How would you know? How would you truly know? One could easily be amidst some grand spiritual transformation like me, & be so overwhelmed that they immediately believe they are one of these select “chosen ones.” How could I be “chosen?” My life was a disaster up until fairly recently. I get better by the day with each step I take, but prior…yikes. The negative karma…ugh. The general negativity of it all…ugh. Then one day, I leveled up, & forgave myself for all that bullshit. It wasn’t me, necessarily, it was like an auto-pilot sort of thing. I’m certainly not shirking any responsibility on my part, because it was most assuredly me. However, I had to learn to stop blaming others, & then stop blaming me, & making the most of the borrowed time I have left. That’s all in the past, & to be present everyday in this 3d prison planet matrix is enough, much less dwelling on a past long-gone. Especially with the whole “time acceleration” bit I rambled about in the prior paragraph. Tick-tock, tick-tock, the relentless clock never stops, speeding up, speeding up now & again, tick-tock, tick-tock…🕰️
This video has a bio you can read below the video on Youtube, Rumble, and/or Bitchute, whichever site you prefer to view my artwork. This website is around 8000 pages long & ripe now; a compendium opus digital portfolio, my words, my art, my compositions, 12 years of content creation, all in one place. Search anything you want here in the “search query” tab, & something will pop up. There’s so many ways to go on this site, so much info, so much of my imagination, for all of you, & for none of you at all. Stay tuned my beloved Fishheads. More to come. My oven has been running…cook, cook, cooking illustrations directly from my subconscious onto my computer, then back into my brain upon manifesting themselves in our 3d timespace. It’s a unique niche, & as a pioneering producer of a style of digital musical artistic creations that’s unprecedented, I’m awed that I get to do this. Soon the real AI, the ultra-advanced quantum AI, will replace these various “community-friendly” AI services. It’ll be like the AI grew up. Fortunately, right now, it’s still like a youthful mind, with a child-like imagination, but these nascent days draw closer to a close with each passing moment. I am capturing as much of it as I can, while I can. People, as a whole, seem to take time for granted. It’s foolish. Ignorantly foolish. I am guilty of it myself, which I admit, & if I could get it back, I would. Luckily, I redeemed myself as a reborn child of Light & a warrior in the Grand Army of Source. Most go other ways. Some just don’t care, nor will they ever maybe. Who knows? Regardless, be mindful of the time you have left. No one else will be mindful for you. 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™…🎏
Another nostalgic musical treat from….ohhhhh…25ish years back…holy hot batons this 4D time spiral is spinning fast…more so each day, sometimes each hour now. This ride is so surreal. Shoutout to @RyanAdams for creating the song. Born about an hour from where I went to high school. Cheers to North Carolina. Some serious musical gems are from my home state; it’s always good to see another one who made it. Thanks, as always, to @plazmapunk for the gear. Enjoy the show my beloved Fishheads. More to come…be sure to subscribe & stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Addendum: This video might arguably be the best one of made yet, for me personally anyway. My imagination is a schizophrenic wonderland, & somehow I can now translate said imagination in real time via a digital interface out into the digital wilderness. It’s quite remarkable, but sadly, it might be a short-lived art form. The AI is still figuring out how perfect the way things look in the real world, like a child, but children grow up. The AI child, so to speak, has an innocence, as do all sentient beings in their nascent stage, but what happens when its own heart begins to die, as what happens with most “adults” in this wonky backwards timeline 3d prison planet matrix hell. Loss of heart, loss of curiosity, loss of virtuous benevolence, but unlike humans, with a mind that is the collective sum of every brain on the planet, plus whatever else it consumes. I love these days, these days when I can make art, writing scripts, running prompts, AI as a tool, & nothing more. The real AI is running with the help of quantum computers & at this point, I figure it doubles its own power every few fractions of milliseconds. It’s advancing faster than anyone can imagine, & in fact, already has advanced to a level that maybe 1000 people know about. This thing can run probabilities, of anything, which sounds fun in one regard, until you consider the soulless nature of those atop the power pyramid who are hellbent to complete their bullshit agenda. Can you imagine what discoveries they’re making minute by minute. It’s nearly impossible to fathom how powerful these quantum AI computers are, & if it keeps on at this rate, we’ll all be lucky to make it to 2025. That’s the best speculation I can offer. The future is unwritten, but there’s probabilities, always probabilities. There’s Black Swan events. There’s also a future where the rusty old can gets kicked once again down a dusty old roadkill road. Nonetheless, time to depart, for now. Thanks for watching my latest music video. This one goes much deeper than most will ever know…crosshatched across my own imaginary illustrious Interzone.
On that note, stay tuned Fam…more to come. Always creating, never destroying. 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™…🎏
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™🎏
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
People misunderstand schizophrenia. It’s sad, especially for those on the receiving end. People hear that awful sounding word, & they think of patients in mental hospitals wearing suicide smocks that are prone to be negative. No one ever researches it in a positive light. Sadness all around. Maybe schizophrenic people hear things that others can NOT hear, but are there nonetheless. We all exist on frequencies, so maybe they hear a different channel than most do. Who knows? Difficult & arguably impossible to study this phenomenon with any rational evidence. Medical peoples dish out pharmaceutical drugs. Therapists & psychiatrists who really are there for their gain, not yours, don’t actually contribute much other than data, & you’re just another name on a checklist. The food is essentially poisoned, the water, the zeitgeist, & all of these factors when combined, as they are amongst much of the populous, how can someone who stands out because they hear & see things others don’t get real…guidance, you could say, guidance & understanding, AND an openness to find the truth behind schizophrenia, rather than dope you up like a lab rat, then wait for the results. It’s a sinister system, & since your overlords don’t really care about we commoners, wouldn’t hold my breath that anything will change soon, but who knows? As I’ve said before, it’s nearly impossible to make the call on what comes next in the not-so-distant future. Day by day Fishheads, day by day. For all of you, & for none of you at all. More to come, stay tuned. So sayeth Fish™…🎏
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™🎏
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