6 days until the the frog comes again. Perhaps I should’ve scheduled it on the New Moon, but moons, crystals, magic, all that stuff is just superstitious gibberish. At least, it seems to be anyway. Nonetheless, the frog is most definitely a savior on a cross, so to speak. The frog is very real, & the frog abides. The sweet sleep has to end, as yours truly must navigate this 3d prison planet with clear mind & strong body. Things are on the precipice, & each day that goes by, we get closer, & closer, & closer…to what though? What are we getting closer to? Death, that’s one thing, but that’s not what I’m referring to. I’m thinking maybe there was some kind of event we all incarnated to bear witness to. Maybe not. Maybe it is all for not. Just like the rotting swamp gas stench, it’s all just decay, death beginning immediately upon birth, like a once-flooded coastal wasteland, but what happens the other way? So many questions, & the worst part is that we all have the answers, only we’ve lost our memories, we’ve lost our “higher” abilities, & we’ve lost our minds, in many cases. Some don’t seem to have a mind, like real-life, real-time NPCs, so I guess they have nothing to lose, but I digress. Just like shutting off a vacuum cleaner. Nonetheless, the 3-year stint of of the silent assassin ends Monday. No more auto-pilot, no more days in laze, the purgatorial penance dawns on 6 days from now. The end? Or…the end?
The salad days are long dead & gone, & one comes to a time in their respective lives where they realize the party is over, the Great Party of being young is done. There’s nothing but moldy crushed bits of plastic red cups on the floor, something smoldering in the kitchen, & everyone else is gone, been gone, long gone, so what will you do? You weren’t supposed to get this far, but you have, so now what? Live in the party house forever, sleeping on couch cushions on a floor, until the roof caves in? Can’t just wait for the societal collapse now can we? How does one prepare for a “future” in this wicked world of debt slavery? So many questions, so many questions. Until next time dear readers, when the party ends, it’s over, & it’s time to move on. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Well, well, well…this guy…this fucking guy above me…What the hell is going on with these so-called judges in this country? Can they make the dual “justice” system a little more obvious? Sheesh. If it had been anyone who so much as leans to the right, they’d be in federal prison learning jailhouse rules so they can keep their butthole tight, but I digress. Okay, where was I? Oh yes, THIS guy. In case you’re not aware, & if you aren’t, you’re lucky in a way, because your mind is clear from the programming, but most of us keep on the news, even the fake news. I, & I’m definitively speaking for myself & only myself, have an incessant need to watch this artificial snowball-zeitgeist like a hungry hawk, as it gathers mass before it flys off of the mountain. I am arguably addicted, addicted to finding out the real truth about this planet, & all across the internet, there’s diamonds, diamonds of news, REAL news, where the REAL information is, you just have find it. I don’t even really know why I do this though. Maybe because it’s like a quest, a quest to find the meaning of life, & information gathering helps, but it fills your mind with a million little facts that more-often-than not are useless, as you search & search for the real treasure.
Nonetheless, let’s try not to shift gears & get off track; the focus of this article is on Hunter Biden, son of the current POTUS Joe Biden. You might remember him from a series of pornographic photos featuring Hunter, various prostitutes hanging all over him, doing footplay, oh, & several grams at a time being smoked of crack or meth, can’t forget to mention that. Hard to tell from what I’ve seen if it’s coke or meth, but they did find a bag of cocaine in the White House recently, so maybe it was straight-up crack, crack cocaine, concentrated cocaine, just like high fructose corn syrup, the crack of sugar. Ever wonder why fat people are fatter in this country than in any other country? Easy, because we put high fructose corn syrup in a lot of products, & people get addicted to it, just like any other drug. They crave it, go into withdrawals without it, then eat more. It’s banned in most countries, except the once mighty USA, & the reason for this is that the USA is now a testing ground for various eugenic think tanks, who look into the future, & contemplate how they’re going to systematically slaughter 85-90% of us by the year 2030. If you think things are bad now, just wait, the train hasn’t even left the station yet. Watch & see. Or don’t, & turn off your television, do your thing, & when the storm comes, hopefully you’ll be self-savvy enough to ride it out.
Back to the article, Hunter Biden is basically getting a little slappy-slap on the wrists for his numerous crimes, crimes that would land any of us into some shithole prison cell. For Hunter though, nope, he gets a pass, & not just any pass, as his plea deal includes “immunity from future punishment.” How bout them apples? Are you seeing the truth here? I know, I know, I would like more information too, so be sure to click the links in this article to read more. I put those here for all of you to use as a diving board when you jump down your respective rabbit holes, looking for more, always looking for more to deep dive in to. I don’t care about this fucking piece of shit, Hunter Biden, but I DO care about the way these so-called “ruling elites” get exceptionally reduced sentences when they commit crimes, despite what the evidence says. It’s this simple: if they are needed to be found guilty, & there’s no way to buy out the case, they’ll get a pissy little sentence and/or maybe probation, but to protect their demonic friends, they will occasionally take one all the way down, as a sacrificial lam of sorts. Hunter Biden is too significant to receive the latter treatment, so he’s just going to get a bullshit sentence, perhaps some community service, a little probation, no jail time whatsoever, a fine, & then he’s on his way, with future immunity from prosecution for any of his crimes. How fucked up is that? What else can I say though?
Nothing will happen to change it, no Divine reckoning, NOTHING, so what can be done? Is yours truly scribbling down these words going to help at all? Nope, & the AI could’ve write this in a fraction of the time it takes me to do my articles. I’m a ghost, basically obsolete, because human writers mean nothing, truth-seeking thought criminals, we regular folks, we mean nothing, to the supposed “ruling elites,” & because we are “nothing,” nothing to them, but not to us, obviously. They can use the judicial system to make sure that We The People are punished to the fullest extent of the law. If you’re one of the “elites” however, you only deal with what I illustrated earlier. You get the plea deal for a tiny punishment, & that’s it, but had it been one of us, with the same charges, we’d be beyond bankrupt from lawyer fees, & the eventual public defender, because you’re broke, will do nothing to prevent you from getting straight-up prison time for the crimes Hunter Biden committed. You’d be sentenced, publicly scolded, & exiled to 23 in & 1 out conditions. You’d be surrounded by rapists, murderers, institutionalized psychopaths, like hell on earth, but that’s where YOU go. Hunter, he gets to go home, & stay/be home, with no prison time, a silly little probationary period that means nothing, a free luxury rehab setup, & that’s it, that’s the punishment for him, & I’m sure you can see the difference in the 2-tiered justice system, yes? There’s so many examples of this too, throughout history, & the key is to DYOR, Do Your Own Research, to discover for YOU, not for my broke black ass. Until next time dear readers, what do we do? We Do Our Own Research, because it’s easy to read summaries & short editorial diatribes, but to be complete, one MUST do the work, look things up, look everything up if you want, read about anything you don’t know, there’s so much access, so much information, out here in the digital ether, for free, you just have to look for those diamonds. Free your mind. They’ve taken everything from me, everything from us, except our words, our hearts, & our mind, so guess what? We win. So sayeth FisH™ 🎏
I don’t believe in man-made global warming. Sure, there’s a lot of humans, that DO cause a lot of damage, but if you go out a few hundred miles into space, & look down, you can’t even see us, unless you see the city lights at night, which actually strengthens my argument, because then you get a good look as to how small we actually are, & how spaced out we are on top of that. There are YUGE sections of this world still that are entirely uninhabited by modern man, places we haven’t ever even been yet, & if you account for the oceans, which are around 80% unexplored I think, & make up ¾ths of the Earth’s surface, that leaves A LOT of area on the planet that we don’t even nor haven’t even touched. Thus, “man-made global warming,” from a strictly common sense point-of-view, is total rubbish, & yet another lie perpetrated by the so-called “ruling elites” to instill fear among the global populous & retain control over the people that they think they lead & rule. I know, I know, common sense seems to have gone out the door these days, despite a technologically-advanced modern world, where one can simply type a few keywords into a search engine, & look the facts up for themselves. However, many people still, STILL, tend to believe what the television tells them to believe unfortunately, rather than do their own research, & as sad as that notion is, it continues to be the way of the majority of the general planetary population, & so, in addition to the other means of control-through-fear tricks that the aforementioned ruling elites use to hold power over the masses, the “man-made global warming” scam is just one in a line-up of sinister agendas that many waste time & energy foolishly believing in, but serves only to keep them distracted while their masters attain more dominion over the people, & in turn, over the entire planet.
Now, however, let’s not confuse “man-made global warming” with “man-made weather modification“. I happen to think the latter is used by the powers-that-be against us regular folks, in order to not only push their “global warming” hustle, but also to test run, if you will, various methods of decimating rural, as well as strategic populations, only to blame it on the “man-made climate change,” that we the people are changing with our supposed wasteful & destructive behaviors, never incurring any blame themselves, because as I said, the goal is to blame US. It’s all so much sheneniganery, sinister sheneniganery, with think-tanks composed of eugenically brilliant minds that ultimately want to fulfill their end-goal depopulation agenda. “Remove the mouth-breathers, & there’d be more room on the planet for we elites & our bloodlines,” is their esoteric mantra. Oh yes, there’s most certainly two distinct groups in this world, them & us, the herders, & the herded. I’ve often wondered what the world must be like from the point-of-view of the “herders,” the ones that look at most of the population…as well, human cattle, as there’s not there real way to describe us, from their perspective. It’s a totally different view then the view from our side, their view being that we are here to be led by leaders we don’t elect, & when we think they’re voting to “elect” them, they’re really just s-electing them, as if there was ever any choice on our end. Nope, voting is as big a sham as the lottery, & you never win either one. There is only an illusion of choice, as is the case, more-often-than-not. Lots of illusions, lots of echoes, lots of shadows, all assumed by the masses to be real, like some planet-wide Platonian Cave. Doesn’t matter when a scant few us leave said Cave, venture to the real reality outside, & proclaim back down to the rest of the prisoners, “Come out here into the real world, where the truth shines like the Sun overhead, where things are real, & sounds are real, & not the shadows & echoes your masters have tricked you into believing are real. The truth will set you free. Please, fellow prisoners, chained to your digital devices, COME OUTSIDE!” Do they listen though?…nope, usually they do not, & what’s worse, they call you names, they deem you a deceiver, & even threaten you with a figurative death, should you not shut your mouth & continue to allow them exist, chained to their own false beliefs, never realizing that “existing,” is not living, not living at all.
As it pertains to the weather, however, since that is the title of this article, the powers-that-be have utilized the fake news propaganda machine to hijack words & phrases, in this case “climate change,” to mean the same thing as their “man-made global warming” pseudo-expression, as if the climate doesn’t change all the time via nothing to do with mankind or our “wastefully destructive behaviors.” In fact, the climate changes 4 times a year in most inhabited places, & we call that “seasons,”…duh, but like I referred to earlier, in Clownworld 2023, numerous words & phrases have been essentially hijacked, taken over to mean what these societal think tanks think they should mean, as opposed to universal & respectively literal definitions. Yes, it’s about as Orwellian as it gets, & because these idiocratic bureaucrats never face any consequences, they just keep crossing the line & moving the goalpost at will, in order to keep winning a game that they only win through systematic manipulation, which adds up to basically cheating. Of course, we all know, life is not fair, far from it, but this “man-made global warming” nonsense, along with all of the other bullshit agendas being utilized against the public at large, takes unfairness to a whole new level, especially when you consider all of the combined facets that the “herders” undertake to keep the ‘herded” suppressed & controlled, for if the “herded” were to all awaken at once & realize what has/is/will continue to be done to them, we could end the mass control mechanism at once, & take this planet back for ourselves. Sadly, the so-called “ruling elites” study the ancient art of “divide & conquer,” many from birth, as well as the ideology that they are the “herders,’ so it’s virtually in their blood, & therefore, they abide it accordingly from their various power positions in the hierarchy of the Great Power Pyramid. Yes, while most of the population, the “herded,” are indoctrinated thanks to the public school system, the other side is busy learning how to control the indoctrinated ones, & so it goes, has gone now, & will continue to go, for generation after generation, as far back as the Roman Times, & well beyond that too.
Like I mentioned, there’s a split in the planetary population, the herded & the herders, & the herded, US, outnumber the herders by a great majority, a massive majority in fact. The herders, however, split the herded, keep us constantly divided, the Hegelian dialectic working to perfection in real-time, & because they keep us herded ones divided, we will never be free from The Great Mouse Trap that they keep us all running through from the day we inhale our first breath, until the day we exhale our last. Run left, run right, left, right, left, right, back around & do it all over again little mice, because the more we stay split between left turns & right turns, the more the trappers run straight over the top of us, laughing all the while as we run run run, so caught up in our own debt-enslavement that we can never find the exit out. Make no mistake, yours truly is caught in this Great Mouse Trap, the same as most of you, more so even, as I am totally broke, & lost all of my resources in the controlled-demolition market crashes in 2022. Yep, everything I worked so hard for, all gone & then some, just as easy as grabbing a little mouse by the tail, pulling it from the Great Mouse Trap, & shaking it by its writhing tail, little legs kicking, until everything falls out, then throwing it back into the maze, with nothing left except those little legs to keep it running left, right, left, right, until its dead. We mean nothing, nothing to them, as is the way with most of us mice, we herded little mice, stuck in this labyrinthian cave, with no way out, no hope, nowhere to left to run, except left, then right, left, right, endlessly chasing the table scraps of printed Monopoly left but the herder maze-masters. Simultaneously, they print the same said money, for themselves of course, not for any of the little mice, who spend their lives killing themselves for it.
It’s a very dark, very malevolent game, & in fact, it’s only a “game” from the herder perspective, & certainly not for any of us herded ones. Does this feel like a “game” to you? I have trouble thinking of ti as such, but maybe I should. The great Alan Watts devoted a lot of his orations to the notion of “playing the game,” as if life were that simple for all of us. Unfortunately, & although I enjoy listening to him, he spoke those words from a bubble, a celebrity bubble he placed his pulpit into, once he became famous all over the world for his books & lectures & such. Fame gets you out of The Great Mouse Trap, you see. Fame, & even infamy sometimes, can get you that Golden Ticket to set you free. We could ALL be free, & there’s way more than enough abundance to achieve this in this world, more than enough to go around & then some, but the false illusion of scarcity, is yet another trick used by the people-herders to keep them high atop their guarded gates, & the rest of us down at the bottom of the Wishing Well, hoping to win that un-winnable lottery someday, because most of the herded have been made to believe there isn’t enough for everyone. Along with the inclination that humanity is responsible for said scarcity, as well as these bizarre climate anomalies lately, the illusions just stack & stack upon us all, like a high-rise building, stacking higher & higher, reaching into the sky, all built on a foundation of lies. It would only take one day, ONE DAY, of a united humanity, to take these elitist globalist one-world-order people herding soulless scum down, demolishing the illusions down to the ground. Will we ever stop maintaining our own self-division to realize this as a unified whole for a change, though? Don’t hold your breath, for if the so-called “ruling elites” ever sense that we might come together, united as us versus them, they will orchestrate something from their big book of contingency plans to ensure that we never do join hands & shout from the mountaintops all at once, “ENOUGH IS ENOUGH IS ENOUGH…NO MORE!!!” Like I said though, don’t hold your breath waiting for that day to come. On that note, this article is done. Believe me, I don’t “enjoy,” for lack of a better word, knowing what I know, & this mind of mine, proves quite burdensome most times, but it’s the “hand I’ve been dealt,” as the saying goes, & I suppose I am stuck with it, until I get lightning-struck into a lobotomy, if that event ever comes to pass. Since the odds of winning a fake lottery are statistically greater than getting stuck by a bolt of lightning, there’s simply no way to win this game, but as I mentioned earlier, the great Alan Watts said in so many words, “Just play the game,” & thus, what choice do I have? So sayeth FisH™🎏
Oh man, I just had either an epiphanous revelation, or a completely nonsensically delusion, I’ll let one of my 6 readers and/or my resumé-viewing future employers be the judge. This idea just kinda POOF, popped in there, as these things are said to reportedly do. I was having a cig on my porch, thinking about how much it sucks for me personally not to smoke for 24 hours. 24 God-damned hours, The days fly by like a fart, & for some reason, I cannot go an entire day without one of these cancer sticks. Ugh, I fucking hate them, & I’m addicted, been addicted, & it’s time for this shit to stop. Seriously, enough with these dirty little dicks. That’s how a friend of mine suggested I quit smoking cigs; pretend they’re globalist dicks, smelly little globalists dicks, & every time you light one, & suck on that toxic smoke, you’re just sucking globalist dick. They’re here because of said globalists, right?…so it makes sense, but I just don’t think about that horrifying imagery & keep lighting them up anyway, like a dope fiend. This is not my epiphany though, & I’ll probably get back to the actual above-titled Epiphany after I randomly ramble on in some sort of other rambling for a few rambles.
Anyway, tonight at midnight, it begins. 24 hours, no cigs, no weed, & I don’t really do anything else these days, which makes it even harder because I”m running out of my crutches. I don’t need crutches though, that’s the damn point. Ugh, I tell myself this shit, but it’s like I’m retarded & don’t follow through. IT’S ONLY 24 HOURS FOR FUCK’S SAKE, & I CAN SLEEP FOR PART OF IT, WHY YOU PUTZ IN THE MIRROR? Sheesh, it’s embarrassingly pathetic. One silly day of NO smoking, ONE day, ONE DAY, I have to go one day, that’s it. Enough excuses already. Can’t keep using the “life sucks” excuse, because it’s going to suck regardless, & cigs have no point to them until you’re addicted. Hence, my buddy’s dick-sucking analogy, because these evil motherfuckers at the top of the power pyramid are the ones responsible for creating this terrible industry. Funny, I don’t remember cigs running out anywhere during the staged supply shortages, did you? Nope, there were plenty of cigs, cigs & booze, & also weed in some states. Not a single place that I’m aware of ran out of those things, isn’t that odd? Nope, not weird as fuck at all ya looky-loo peasants, now face forward, eyes down, & keep walking.
Sound harsh? Par for the course in the dystopian world of post 2030, when 7 billion or so people are gone, & the remaining ½ billionish, are the ones who got their respective golden tickets, as well as the ones chosen to serve them. They need to keep a few of us plebs around after the next holocaust to serve them of course. AI will handle all of the manufacturing for the most part, medical procedures, legal procedures, driving, flying, banking, don’t forget, “you’ll own nothing & be happy,” in their words. They forgot to mention at the end of that commercial that the notion only applies to the leftover slave class survivors. How would that break down I wonder? If there’s 500 million people left, & there’s exists a distinct division between the elites & the non-elites, how would that get split up? Maybe 1 million hands-down elites, as well as their immediate families. This extends across the planet, which is all theirs now post 2030 ya know, to enjoy without us pee-ons stinking it up, so 1 million isn’t that many relatively, leaving essentially just under 500 million to split up. I’d say you’d have 100 million to 200 million that are elite-ish, but not top-level like the aforementioned 1 million. These would consist of power players who bought their way in more-or-less, as well as their immediate families too of course. That leaves 200 to 300 million of the neo-slave class, & they’re there strictly to serve their new overlords, & nothing else. I’d have to speculate that they’re all chipped, & every move tracked & monitored. They are forced to live in government-subsidized housing developments, all exactly alike as to not promote any individualism. Everything they do is controlled in one way or another, down to the food they are allowed. They should be thankful, since their overlords decided to spare them from the same fate as everyone else who foolishly resisted their new world order, at least that’s what they’ll tell them to think.
Of course, this is only a possible future, & it’s only possible if they “succeed with their agenda, & they will,” as George Bush Sr. said they would, verbatim. This is a DECADES-LONG PLAN, & now that they are so close to crossing the finish line, they’re doing everything they can to keep the masses distracted. Here’s where my real epiphany occurred. What’s the biggest distraction? Rather I should say, WHO is the biggest distraction? Who has been the biggest distraction since 2016? Who always blows up all over the mass media, being reported on by every news outlet all day, every day, 24/7, every chance they get, who is that guy? Who has decades of television appearances, & knows how to play the game that the scripted narrative-driven television broadcasters play very well? Who is this person, I just cannot think of it, who is the guy? It’s right on the tip of my tongue, something to do with an orange maybe…
That’s right, former President Donald J. Trump. When the media needs everyone to look to the left, they report on Trump on the left, & when the media needs everyone to look to the right, they report about Trump on the right. Left, right, left, right. Time after time after time after time again, & he loves being the absolute center of attention, everyone knows that, yet millions flock to his fat feet like he’s the Second Coming of Christ. What a great distraction he is though, & that is my epiphany, which connects directly to the dystopia future I illustrated for all of you a few scribbles back. This Trump thing is handy when they want to move behind the scenes, in the shadows, because one relatively dynamic story about Trump, & BOOM, everyone directs their attention, like this supposed upcoming “Trump arrest.” Now it might be bullshit they’re reporting, who knows, but EVERY mainstream outlet took the story & ran a marathon already with it. Protests & counter-protests being organized, mostly by Feds though so don’t be a dumbass & actually go to one. Just a trap if you do, but that’s on you. Regardless, would it be so difficult to speculate that Trump has been a high-level globalist asset all along? Not to mention, by doing so, his entire extended family would be guaranteed golden tickets for all in the new world order utopia they want to create. Imagine the choice, fight them & lose, or abide them & save your family? Either way, they’re going to kill 7 billion people regardless, because if you try to fight them, you’ll lose, & lose your family, along with everyone else, or, do what they say, accepting the inevitable, & saving your whole family in the process. Oh, & they all get golden tickets too, remember? Top-level elite class for Don & his entire family, think about it, what do you think he’d do?
Obviously, like I mentioned wayyyyyyy back a the start of this article, my “epiphany,” as it were, might just be delusionally fanciful, just wild speculation, a “vivid imagination,” you might say, but…what if I’m right? Wouldn’t be the first time, now would it? Go back through my 5000 pages of archives & you tell me, how often am I’m right on target when I call these things out? I watch the zeitgeist, day & night, this hijacked zeitgeist. It’s almost as if it’s “alive,” & maybe it is, who knows? Maybe that’s where my psychic self senses some immense sadness coming form somewhere in the Universe. Maybe that’s what is sad, the zeitgeist. Its energy is being stolen for nefariously selfish purposes, rather than to advance humanity as intended. I’d be a sad zeitgeist too if a handful of evil scumfucks were raping me daily for my power, wouldn’t you? Again, this is all just fiction I’m sure, these plausibilities I’m throwing out here, particularly my epiphany, fictional maybe..I can’t say for sure what ‘side” Trump is on, what his intentions are, whether or not he hangs out together with all the other Capstone Club guys in their communal hot tub, while little adolescent boys swim up to nibble their nuts under the water. Emperor Tiberius was known for that disgustingly perverse act. Ironic, since this whole game of elites versus the peasants began in Roman times, & still continues on, to this very moment, & & of course, the pedo stuff not only continues amongst these so-called elites, it has gotten worse, because it’s organized now, which makes me wanna puke(dry heave, gag, dry heave, yakkity-yak-yak, puking noise, puking noise, deep breath, puking noise, nose blowing, puke noise, dry heave, dry heave, a little more puke, spit, blow nose, hug porcelain throne, don’t come back).
Jumping Jesus, is this ANOTHER essay for the day? Is that THREE? Dang, the literary hat trick, three on the tree in a row for the day for my Fishheads. The unofficially official rules state that three, 1000+ word articles in one day, calls for a hat trick celebration, like an un-birthday party kind of. Except all I’m doing to celebrate is smoking a few dabs before I pass out for the night. Just gotta add my tags, add my categories, add my backgrounds, add my animations, gotta proofread this beyotch too, of course, because you never publish without proofreading, for all you rookie rookster-roos out there, as if I’m talking to an actual audience, rather than 4 to 6 random people who accidentally click on this link only to realize they aren’t interested and/or clicked the wrong link. Can’t lie to myself, if I get more than 25 views a day, that’s a good day for me these days, & I guess that grim fact calls for that so-very-common quip that makes my fucking skin crawl with rage, the proverbial “that’s just the way it is” euphemism, gah, it’s so cringe, I can’t stand that dumbass phrase. Go fuck yourself if you not only say it, but you believe it, you feckless fucking fuck you.
It’s crazy how I keep doing this, referring to my writing, but of course, I’m going to keep doing it. I start with an idea of throwing out an interesting paragraph or two, then a few thousand words later, hip-hop hooray it’s another essay I’ve written. Is there a standard paragraph length for articles such as these? What kind articles are these considered? There’s a bit of SEO writing here, mixed in with creative content writing, but all written in my own uniquely authentic literary language, & I’m just going to say who cares what kind of articles they are and/or their respective lengths, because it’s my CONTENT that is important. If my content interests you with a paragraph, or 10 paragraphs, it’s not the length, it’s my content, it’s my language you understand & resonate with, so for all 5 of my regular readers, I keep cranking out content, & am always happy when a 6th shows up to my daily pool party. Anyway, time to wrap up this Monday Foozer, as this anticipated week of fresh chaos now dawns. Until next time dear readers, if anyone ever offers you a cigarette, just say “no,” unless you’re a smoker & you’re out of cigs. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“If you’re ever offered a smoke, say “no,” unless you’re a smoker, & you need a smoke.” Fish F Fish🎏
Whoops, did I say “derp” in the title up there? I meant “dead,” the walking dead, not derp, how clumsy of me.Although, I suppose either can apply, as I’ll get to below I’m sure, assuming I don’t tangent off into something else, as is par for my little mini-golf course here. If I were rich, I’d have the dopest mini-golf course; there would be some kind of animated obstacle at each hole. What would my theme be, my motif, if you will? I’m thinking Roman-esque, pillars & statues, with a touch of Fellini, minus the gay shit. What’s with all the gayness, sheesh? Seriously, & I’m not just talking about this Foucaultian “queer theory,” being shoved down everyone’s throats via the narrative-pumping mass media. No, I’m going back, back in time a bit. One of my favorite writers, with arguably the best writing/reading voice ever, a sheer literary genius artist magician, but gay as fuck. I’m talking about the pioneer of Interzone, the whimsical William S. Burroughs.
Gah, but WHY??? I just don’t get the faggotry I suppose. I read Burrough’s little book titled “Junkie” many years ago. As a former junkie, & I suspect I was at the time I first read the aforementioned book, so I was into it, page after page, until the gay parts. Every book I’ve read of his…great…great…great…fucking gay…puke in my mouth…great…great. It’s a double-edged sword for one to read Burroughs essentially, is what I’m saying. Bummer. Fellini too, although he himself was not gay allegedly, he would include homosexuality in his films. Try the movie “Satyricon,” if you wanna debate me. Revolting, but the Fellini-esqueness is so captivating, ugh, he’s such a solid filmmaker. I don’t know, I just don’t understand the nature of it I guess. Maybe because it’s UN-natural. Call me a “bigot”, or the now-infamous term “homophobe,” sure, call me whatever, I don’t care. One, only ignorance creates bigotry, & I’m not ignorant, I’m quite well-informed thank you, so kick rocks on that one. Two, the suffix “phobe,” implies a fear of something, that something being the prefix of the word, in this case, “homo,” so “homophobe” means “fear of homos.” I’m certainly not scared of you silly sad clowns, or your degenerate behavior ya beady-eyed bun burners. Preferring sweaty hairy man ass over sweet female yumyum, ummmm huh?…yeah, no thanks, I don’t even like chick ass.
Nope, no ass, no “eating ass,” which is popular apparently these days, but not for me. Nope, no ass, & no fear here, just bewilderment as to how this bizarre phenomenon goes on, this perversion of free will. There’s quite a bit of “free-will perversions” happening, not just the LGBT-IDC nonsense, but the indoctrination, the programming, it’s all part of THEIR sick game, not yours, unless you venerate “Satan,” like they do. My oh my oh my, what a tough red pill to swallow; the red pill of Satan, ironically, & it’s so red, maybe the reddest red pill there is. This pill illustrates the notion that these s-elected “leaders” in power positions running things, also worship the devil, whether that be as Satan, or as Lucifer, varying as the variables vary, doesn’t really matter the specific avatar, it just represents evil, & these sinister snakes abide said evil, giving their energy to the chaos of crumbling dark destruction, rather than creating benevolent beauty, & lifting up the night with real light of creation, not the pseudo-light of self-adoration. Don’t be deceived by false light. Creation is the way, not termination, & you baby killing minions of the netherworld, the upside-down, you terminators, are trying to make this world backwards, like a blackened mirror reflection.
You destroyers are the true walking dead, there’s no life in you. Breeding isn’t creating, it’s propagation for you, just more mouths to over-consume, fattening you up for the next great harvest via The Great Recycler. No, breeding yourselves creates nothing but more destructionists, destructive dark parent/s means rage-filled killer kids. Add the programming on top of that hotcake, & you get these automatonic zombies, just like some surreal NPCs, but in real-life. It’s spooky as fuck, isn’t it? Oh, & I got this, I almost forgot, the predictive programming. Look at all the zombie shows out there, shows, movies, kid’s toys, it’s staggering, but why, why are there so many themes about “the walking dead” shuffling around in the zeitgeist? Do your masters know something you don’t? Is there something big on the hazy horizon approaching all of us, something only the capstone club knows about, while they keep you all guessing whether or not to go left or right in The Great Mouse Trap?
Simle answer: YES. Yes, of course they know something, they know EVERYTHING at this point really, with the unlimited data plan they have with the AI. It’s ALL the information gathered via the Internet over the last few decades, ALL in their sweaty little stink-palms. I was thinking something earlier, & I’m going to be as humble as ever here, but I was thinking, “Man, you are dumb as fuck, you know that?(referring to myself) Fuckin hell you’re embarrassingly stupid, but so are so many people, so it’s hard for the other dumdums to know how dumdum I am I assume,”…that’s what I was thinking earlier, & it’s true, sadly. Why am I so dumb? It’s this socially engineered public-schooling systematic dumbing down of society, to keep us low, so they can go higher. Humans have an unbelievable capacity to learn as youths. There’s SO much to fill young minds with, but they don’t here, unless you’re a special kid in the special club for the special people. Otherwise, you’re fucked, just another dumbass programmed zombie, shuffling from one bi-weekly paycheck to another. Left, right, no go straight, no that’s a dead end, go backwards, now right, no left, round & round you go in a labyrinth you cannot escape.
Thus, the dead keep walking. I am dead too, they ruined my mind in the indoctrination camps of my younger years, but I don’t walk, I drive. I’m the driving dead, one step above the walking dead. I help drive the zeitgeist, which is all one can really do from way down here. The game down here is the game of consumption, consuming like pac-man as you endlessly run around the maze of life…left, no right, no make a left, ok ok, I made a left, now where?…go right, now make another right, gahhhhhhhhhh it’s SUCH A DUMB GAME WE PLAY in this Great Mouse Trap. Damnit, why can’t anyone else see the exit sign? It’s a bright neon flashing marquee, “EXIT, EXIT, EXIT,” & you just have to be brave enough to walk out & see what’s on the other side, but you don’t. Maybe it’s because you’re just dumb, dumb like me. Hell, this writing thing is all I got, so what do I know that makes any of this drivel worth listening to?
Simple answer: NOTHING. I am NOTHING, nunca, nada, no one. I know NOTHING, I don’t know ANYTHING, I just like to illustrate this experience with my own hand-crafted wordsmithery. There’s a magic to this, & I love it, & I feel like maybe it’s analogous to playing music, ya know? I don’t know, but I keep creating anyway. Until next time, create something, or be nothing. So sayeth FisH™🎣
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 