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.
Holy hot batons, 3 uploads today, & I might do a 4th. We’ll see…getting a bit late. I have some cool new projects from my “Self-Portraits” series. It’s just something I thought up & the results come out well. It’s so surreal watching my imagination play out in real time. Quite the unique little niche of digital art I’ve discovered which resonates in a perfect frequency with my subconscious world. It’s metronomic as well, sprinkled with synesthesia, & I am lucky to have found this because my artistic inclinations are universally synchronous to the world of Stable Diffusion AI-generated compositions. I had to wait 45 years for the tech to catch up to my naturally authentic genre of digital art inside me, the form in which I now specialize in. It went from 2d/3d animations, then boarded a rocketship to the well of Divine creativity in my head, as I discovered all the possibilities of utilizing AI as a tool to capture these ideas & thoughts & images in my brain, then manifesting them in real-time for all of you to watch, or for none of you to watch at all. I create for the Great Creator, & I create for myself. If you dig it, thank you & your support is very much welcome with proverbially opened arms. If you don’t, kick rocks, because I don’t care what un-talented non-creative snapperheads think. How bout them apples? Nonetheless, more creative creations being created & are incoming. Stay tuned fam. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Click either of the videos above to watch. The first one is Youtube, which as you can see, is censored. The second one is the Rumble link, which I encourage all of my followers to go to & subscribe. I also have a BitChute channel, which you can access by clicking HERE …so be sure to subscribe to Bitchute as well since Puketube is keen on constantly shadowbanning & censoring me. I think I wrote a stern bio in regards towards Youtube’s outrageous censorship underneath my latest creation above. I’m done…DONE…with being banned & censored & all the rest of it. This is the USA for fuck’s sake. If I was black, would I get a pass? So over the Clownworld bullshit. Fortunately, it seems more & more others are finally waking up to the circus & refusing to continue to abide the insanity. UN-fortunately…however, there’s still legions of NPC normies who have no clue about anything that requires critical-thinking skills. They’ll do what they’re told to do, what they’re programmed to do. It’s a sad fact of the current human condition. All by design of course, & in these next 5 months, these psychopathic soulless devils atop the power pyramid will do anything & everything to keep their stolen power. They should all be publicly hung for treason. Bring back the guillotine. Not holding my breath that any of them will face any consequences ever. Anyway, I’m all over the place, & I’m not trying to write a diatribe underneath my musically visual compositions above. I’ll save it for another post. More coming my friends, stay tuned. The FisH™abides…🎏
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™…🎏
Well that was fun, wasn’t it? Where I am, I could only see a partial eclipse from my hilltop Stonehenge, but it was a sizable partial, to say the least. I tried to film it but my camera that watches & listens to me every day apparently lacks the technology to film eclipses, so I could only see it via the special solar flare glasses, that just made some clever fellow millions of dollars. Just me, totally alone where I was, minus Source of course, who is always with me, especially under the ethereal sunshine. What energy…if one is tuned into the right frequency.
Regardless, it was quite a day. Lots of cosmic timing met at noon…the eclipse, a comet, AND…it was the new moon. Still haven’t seen the comet yet, but I’m going to tomorrow, weather permitting of course. Speaking of weather, I don’t know where you were, but the days leading up to the eclipse were insanely powerful. Had me thinking that maybe the Great North American Eclipse might actually be the start of something globally dynamic, but nope. As always, not only was it not very eventful, it was an exceptionally calm & normal day, for lack of a better term. Quiet, boring, just another jelly bean in the jar day. The proverbial mob is so fickle, so desperate for something…anything…that could be considered Divine. I was in the “nothing burger” category as far as the eclipse goes, due to my historical knowledge that these kinds of rare events always end in a noticeably uneventful day. However…
Yours truly DID have a surreal & mindfully meaningful day chocked full of self-realizations. Visions of a future, or futures, visions from my youth, visions all the time. This recurring dream continues into month 5 or 6…I cannot recall anymore when exactly it started, but it has changed my brain exponentially. I’m not sure if it’s this hemi-sync thing, but something in my mind is changing, evolving, ascending, becoming, remembering, like an exploding lock on Pandora’s box…BOOM…& out poured…well…everything I suppose. The flood gates opened & it all began to make sense. I try to recreate it in my art, hence why I’m so keen to create as much of my digital magic as I can, while I can. Time is fleeting, speeding up by the millisecond. My aforementioned self-realizations revolved around a real hard look at myself from outside of myself, & I need to get myself together. It’s odd, it’s such a dividing line between me, myself, & I. Not to mention all the other voices chiming in at random intervals. I thought about my place in this insane 3d matrix prison planet world. Where would I be in 20 years? 10 years? 5 years? 5 months? More importantly though, WHO will I be in the future?
Me…I’ll be me. I’ll always be me, but me needs to shake off these God-damned crab monkeys, always clinging to any back, weighing me down. I had roads, so many roads, so many ways to go, & of all these opportunistic roads, I took this one, the idiot savant path. The hard way. The perspectively regretful way. The unbelievably spiritual way though. Of all those other roads, would I have still landed as a spiritual billionaire? In the matrix, I’m a broken microchip, I’m broken, at least I often feel like I am, but inside the interzone of my consciousness, I’m my core being, a soul traveler, my true self, my higher self, without boundaries, eternally blissful in some higher dimension of unconditional love. Maybe Heaven. Maybe the 5th dimension. In this prison planet, you only get to speculate. Any real esoteric wisdom is hidden from the public. A whole other history, the real history, hidden from the public. There’s a great truth amongst the so-called elites that, as you guessed it, is hidden from the public. What are we? What are we really capable of? Why am one of me, & not one of them? I want to know it all…I want to know it all.
These dreams, this recurring dream rather, is another life in another dimension. I have no idea what to make of it & the interwebs are proving unhelpful as for finding information I can relate this experience to. There’s NO money there, NO internet there, NO electricity wires there. I can fly there, as if it was 2nd Nature, & there’s people & places I know, that do not exist here in this waking wonky world. I even have a different set of memories, so what the fuck is going on in my head? What is waiting for me, for us, on the other side? Sleep is so surreal. Is death just like sleep, except you don’t come back? What if this is a dream? In my dreams, it’s real, so what’s this? What’s that? GAHHHHH…why are we programmed & poisoned to be so unwillingly ignorant & distant from our true selves? What sort of giant octopus is running this show? Why so much destruction? I have so many questions, but no one ever answers. No whispers in my ear from a wishing well of Divinity, nothing. The synchronicity perhaps, the endlessly compounding synchronicity I experience, on a minute to minute basis, maybe that happens to remind me that there’s something amazing after this, & that maybe I’ll understand once it’s all done. Maybe Source IS whispering in my ears, & I just cannot hear for whatever reason. So many questions, so many questions.
On those notes, I will now conclude this rant. Stay galactic Fishheads. There’s a Universe inside of you, as vast as the one expanding outside of our respective souls. There’s so much we do not know, too much, or better yet, much we don’t remember. Learning is remembering, because souls are eternal, lots of time to level up, with endless random gifts from some dimension beyond this one. To be continued. Stay tuned mis amigos y amigas, there’s more to come. 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™…🎏
Arguably Gordon Lightfoot’s best song. Goes right to the soul, from a time when music was blooming into unprecedented genres. We’re lucky that he stopped by in our time to create some of the best music ever. Gordon had quite a long run for a famous musician, departing this world at the ripe old age of 89, if I’m not mistaken, & despite countless health issues, he kept playing almost to the end. Legendary. They don’t make them like Gordo anymore. Enjoy the vid Fishheads, as a tribute to the great Gordon Lightfoot. Shoutout, as always, to @plazmapunk …& to my friends up in The Great White North. More to come, stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
A deep cut of sorts from the 80s. This is the song that launched INXS into mainstream stardom, circa 1981, if I’m not mistaken. Great times & great songs back in those days. There will never be another Generation X, & I consider myself blessed to have lived it in real time, even though I was still a little fish. The world seemed so big back in those salad days of my youth. What an era. Of course, a haunting & sad RIP for Michael Hutchence, the lead singer. Supposedly, he hung himself in the manner of auto-asphyxiation, which is odd, since he could have had any girl he wanted. Nope, died alone, belt around his neck, in a hotel room. Some inner-demons are more demonic than others. Such a shame. Nonetheless, as a tribute, I made this. Hope you’re in a better place Mike. Your music will live on…for a very long time. Also, as usual, shoutout to PlazmaPunk for the keys to the doors. Stay tuned my beloved viewers/readers, more to come. So sayeth FisH™🎏
My latest creation for a band I’ve known since college, when they were another band named Art Lord & The Self-Portraits. They initially played house parties, & at a club called Peasants. Good times, such good times. What a trip college was, & although it was great in its own right, yours truly fucked off for a lot of it. Wasted years, wasted time, but sprinkled with a golden light, one that went out long ago & will never come back, not in this life anyway. What a shame. They shot off like rockets into stardom after changing their name to Future Islands, while most of the rest of us just ended up in respectively mundane existences, at least as far as my own perspective goes. Moral of the story: Do NOT waste your talents, especially on drugs & party-time. In the end, it adds up to nothing, except an eternal sense of unshakable regret. One could almost say it’s simply heartbreaking.
Nonetheless, those of us who are still here can create, & keep creating, because that’s really what it’s all about. Creating love, creating art, creating creative creations, whatever your bag is filled with, embrace it, because as long as you’re still breathing, you can still create. The root of this spiritual battle we’re all a part of, whether you acknowledge it or not, is to be virtuous, & to CREATE. Many are destroyers; many are ignorant destroyers, destroying without even realizing what they’re doing. The darkness is destruction, & the rising light of the Sun is creation. Creation versus destruction. Which side are you on? Anyway, enough of my rambling. As my readers might know, I can rant for page after page after page after page about anything & everything. Yes, this is a prison planet 3d matrix. Yes, we regular folks live in a different world than those who roost atop the proverbial power pyramid. Yes, we’re stuck here, & it seems there’s no way out other than to end it for one’s self. Unfortunately, & I may be wrong, I think that offing yourself is cheating, in a sense, leaving a lone soul one option, which is to do it all over again, under similar and/or possibly worse circumstances. If you’re in the water, you have to ride the wave, all the way to the shore. Otherwise, you have to paddle back out, again & again & again, until you finally flow with your own wave, all the way back to the Edenic beach we all hope for after this life is done.
Or maybe it’s all for not, & we exaggerate our own immortal existence in vain. I don’t think that’s the case, but it could be. I don’t believe in any sort of definitive “God,” but I DO believe we come from some kind of higher-dimensional entity, which I often refer to as “Source.” Evolution is bullshit, & here’s the singular reason why: If evolution were real, why do the creatures we supposedly evolved from, still exist? Why are crocodiles still around? Cockroaches? Creatures that have been the same for supposedly millions of years, are still around. What happened to their “evolution?” Much of what the human race has been programmed to believe, in my own opinion mind you, is just an abysmal quagmire of lies on top of lies, then sprinkled with more lies. It would be nice to know the real truth about modern human origins, wouldn’t it? Sadly, whatever that is, if known, is kept within circles that 99.9% of us are not granted access to. It’s exceptionally frustrating for someone like yours truly, who seeks truth in everything. The only thing I’ve come up with, is the notion I just mentioned, which is that the real truth, it’s kept from nearly all of us. There’s countless rabbit holes to dive down, many theories within the annals of the interwebs, but ultimately, there’s only ONE truth, ONE real reality, & we aren’t living in it.
We’re enslaved, enslaved to ourselves, enslaved to money, enslaved to self-ascribed “leaders” & so-called “elites,” WE ARE SLAVES. We’re slaves in a 3d matrix prison planet, & one of these days, my delusional optimistic self hopes for some kind of Divine intervention. Hey Source, where are you? Hey Source, why are we enslaved in such a manner? Hey Source, why is there so much chaotic destruction in this world? Hey Source, why are these globalist psychopaths herd us like cattle? Why is our enslavement allowed? Why? Maybe someday Source will answer me, or maybe I just don’t understand. I don’t know. It’s a surreal paradox, to get more confused as you expand your knowledge base. The more you know, the less you know, very paradoxical. Holy hell, I’ve done it again. Started with a few sentences, finished with an essay. That’s how I roll, as my readers/viewers know, & if this is the only light I have, it’s my responsibility to Source to keep going, keep creating, keep leveling up. This might just be a simple test, made to look like an unescapable labyrinth mouse trap, & the only way to free one’s self, is to accept the simplicity, catch your wave, & ride it back home to the 5th dimension. Or…or…it could all be in vain. Who knows? On that note, time to go my beloved Fishheads. I’ll post the lyrics for the video above below. More to come, stay tuned. The FisH™abides…🎏
Future Islands: Before the Bridge
I will walk you home and I will leave you there I’ll take the books you stole And leave the heart that bared this soul
I hope you have what you need (I hope the moon is listening) I hope you have what you need (I gave my soul, my body)
I hope you have what you need (I hope the moon is listening) I hope you have what you need (I gave you soul and body)
And if things hadn’t changed I would have buried you deep in my arms And if things had stayed the same I would have carried you as far as the stars
Whatever has us know I can’t forget somehow For to forget a love is to regret And what is love is regret And what isn’t love is a test
And if things hadn’t changed I would have buried you deep in my arms And if things had stayed the same I would have carried you as far as the stars
Do you believe in love? Do you believe in love? Hold your tongue Hold your tongue
Whatever has us now I can’t forget somehow For to forget a love is to regret
Written by: William Cashion, John Gerrit Welmers, Samuel Thompson Herring
I can’t properly illustrate what it’s like to watch my imagination in real time in such a manner. AI, when used as a tool, can be incredible. Unfortunately, the elitist globalist scum at the top of the proverbial power pyramid have other ideas. They want to destroy, to feed the darkness, not to create, & illuminate the true Divine light. What a world, what a 3d matrix prison planet world. The only thing left to save us all is some sort of outer-dimensional reckoning. The odds of that are astronomical, but like all miracles, occasionally something from another realm comes along to enlighten the souls of those who have true self-awareness. I could go on & on & on, but for now, I’m gonna wrap it up. Stay tuned my beloved Fishheads. Much more to come. The hours come, the hours go. Lyrics below. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Metronomy: She Wants
She sleeps so soft So soft I tread Arranging papers Around the bed
And if she’s dreaming deep tonight I’ll lie with her by reading light A glass of water by her side And gone are hopes of getting tired
I call the shots ‘Til you wake up Count every second On every clock It’s getting late Yeah, that I know The hours come The hours go
Them twitching legs And twitching arms And there you’re lying Your make-up on
And girl, if you’re dreaming deep tonight I’ll lie with you by reading light A glass of water by your side And gone are hopes of getting tired
I call the shots ‘Til you wake up Count every second On every clock It’s getting late Yeah, that I know The hours come The hours come
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 