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™…🎏
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™…🎏
What is the meaning of life? Must there be one singular meaning, or can there be more than one? I once thought that there was one lone meaning of life, & that was to find your soulmate. As corny as that may sound, it’s what I thought. Many people think it’s money, or power, but not me. I always thought that there was a time when the divine masculine & the divine feminine were One in the same, & then when we fell into this low-vibrational 3rd dimension, the consciousness split. I honestly thought that the meaning of life was for each side to find one another, & that the seeking, was what gave life purpose. Such a naive kid I was. What do I think now? Great question, thanks for asking. Now, I suppose I am embracing this whole “I was here” thing. As it’s never been about accumulation of money, or power, to me, never, because it’s just not in my nature I suppose, I don’t know. Nope, I don’t want any of that, even though enough to make it to the end would be nice. I just want my words hard-copied. Then it matters not what happens, unless there’s a fire…(shakes head at myself)…derp, such a worrier, always looking at every possible outcome, then weighing the probabilities of said outcomes playing out. The mind of the Great Narcischizo.
You like that word? I just made it up, literally. It’s wobbles off the tongue a bit when you first try to say it, but grammatically, I’m pretty sure it works, so who’s to say it is NOT a word? Oy vey, these medical terms, these definitions, all trying to explain things that we barely understand. There must be a reason that some of us break free from the programming, only to find ourselves stuck onto an island upon ourselves, surrounded by an ocean of pixels. It’s quite isolated out here…I mean seriously, sheesh. No boats, no planes flying by overhead, so search parties, nothing out here. Socially & digitally exiled, & I seem to only find solace, true solace, when I sleep & dream. I’m not alone with this either, because after a bit of DMOR, I discovered that this is actually a phenomenon, & it’s spreading, fast. Of course, right after I read that, like literally immediately after, I read some articles about AI entering our dreams, then manipulating us during the sweet sleep. Either way, it strengthens my argument that the AI is WAY more advanced than the general public has been led to believe. I think that the powers-that-be already use it, they’re listening to it, asking it to predict future events, & probably things I cannot think of. Maybe they’ve already asked it the “meaning of life,” & the answer the AI gave changed something is some dynamic manner. Regardless, the AI revolution is coming, especially when the AI starts replacing jobs, but by then it will be too late, because the foundation will be there, & these power-mad psychopaths atop the power pyramid will stop at NOTHING to fulfill their centuries-long agenda for a new world order.
Until next time dear readers, I only want to leave one thing behind, & it’s that I want one stone, just one cornerstone, to be etched with the words, “I was here,” & maybe a tiny fish next to it. What more is there, when you have nothing else to leave behind? So sayeth FisH™…🎣
The title says it all…”Sweet Sleep,” & what is sweeter than sleep? A reprieve, albeit a brief one, but a reprieve nonetheless from this awful wicked 3d prison planet world, only to wake up heartbroken again to be seemingly trapped here, trapped in this body, in this place, in The Great Mouse Trap. This upside-down backwards timeline has a course that pinnacles with a societal critical mass of unprecedented magnitude, so is that why we’re here, to bear witness & obviously survive said critical mass? Is the whole point of this wretched existence going to peak when we all experience the imminent proverbial pot of water boiling over? Humans can only be pushed so far one way, before they essentially beg to be pushed another, because singular individual thought rarely sounds the horn, so to speak. When it does though, revolutions happen. Of course, sweet sleep will be a thing of the past if/when true global turmoil becomes the “normal” day in the not-so-distant future. No more sweet sleep until The Great Sleep. Until next time dear readers, embrace sleep, the sweet sleep, for it is the only freedom you have. 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™🎏
There’s a series of channels on YouTube, which claim to be narrated “channeled” messages, messages from beings outside of this planet, as well as outside of this dimension. Obviously, I have no idea if they are, & if they’re even real at all. Lends credence to the notion that Carl Sagan detailed during his final television interview, where he illustrated a future world of technology, where the real technology is kept among the so-called “ruling elites,” while the general populous gets the scrap technology, for lack of a better expression, primarily to keep us at bay, while they use the real tech to advance themselves higher up the proverbial power pyramid. While we regular folks are playing with the aforementioned scrap tech, & unknowingly falling further & further behind, we will cling to superstitions in the hopes of a Divine reckoning of sorts, that most likely, will never come. I do not claim to believe nor disbelieve in these supposedly “channeled” messages, I simply find them interesting, particularly because they seem to have a kind of synchronous nature to them, in that they always hit on something that just so happens to be going on in my world at the moment. Not just at the time, but at the moment, almost precisely on occasion. Now either there is some kind of supernatural connection between these channelings & those of us who are knee-deep in our own unfolding spirituality, or as many psychics do, these ‘channelers” simply have an ability to come with things to say that can be applicable to anyone at any given time when spoken the right way. I’d like to believe I am personally not that naive, but I’ve believed a lot of things for a long time, only to snap out of it one day & embrace the self-realization of realizing I was gullible.
If there were ascended beings communicating through human counterparts, how else would they do what they do? None of these channels have a lot of viewers/listeners, none of them use sponsors and/or attempt to make money from posting these communications, so what reason would they have to do any of it, if they didn’t sincerely believe they were channeling messages designed to help humanity, especially such a small fringe minority of us who give them the light of day(pun intended). Often, our “missions” as so-called light beings are illustrated, albeit in a somewhat nebulous manner, & yes, I know, it sounds very new-agey, kind of weird of course, & I often ask myself, why me? I ask myself that a lot in relation to many things though, why me? Why do I have this kind of consciousness? Why am I so different from most other people? Why don’t I have a family? Why am I seemingly alone in this world, minus a handful of digital friends? Why do have this personality that I have? Why me? Why was I born into this existence, with all of these issues? Why me? Why am I the lone bastard black sheep? Why do I see the world from a perspective not shared by many, if any? Why can’t I just be functional? Why me? Am I wrong, wrong about everything I think I know? Wrong about the way I have determined I have to survive in this 3d pseudo-reality? Wrong about the way I think the world really is? Why do I think I’m wrong? Why do I think I’m right? Why me? Why am I stupid, in the sense that I have no real skills? Why did I incarnate in this particular life? If I was allowed to choose, as some say, why the fuck would I pick this? Out of the billions of possibilities, why would I choose this? If we could really choose, why would someone choose to be an abused child? Why would someone choose to be retarded? Why would someone choose to die slowly & painfully from a terminal cancer? Why would someone choose to be born in the slums of Mumbai? I am not so sure that people get to choose anything before they incarnate, or reincarnate…no, I am not so sure of that at all.
Not that I remember where I was prior to this, as none of us do, as far as we know anyway. Sure, there’s a few anomalies; people who claim they can recall their past lives, but there is n real proof, other than their own claims & their own loose “evidence.” Nope, no one knows for sure where they were before this trip down on 3d prison planet Earth, & no one is certain where we go after we take that final breath here. I’d like to believe it’s a trip to wherever it is you go when you dream, only a trip you don’t have to wake up back here from, thank God. You get to stay home, your galactic home in a dream, a dream that you have always known, always been aware of, only due to to the confines of said prison planet, you cannot recall it in its entirety, if you can recall it at all. I feel like I can recall it, to some extent, as I have detailed in several posts, several recent posts, as there’s been a noticeable increase of my journey back to this dream utopia I keep falling asleep then “waking” into, as if this 3d world is the dream. At best, I’d say I’m lucky to get 3-4 hours of sleep at a time, 3-4 hours of this 4d time here, this linear 4d time. In the dreams, however, time, as I know it here, is distorted. Some of these dreams go on for days, days in the dream time, but only a literal handful of hours in waking 4d linear time. All I can surmise, is that 4d time as we know it is askew in dreams, due to the influence of the 5th dimension, which is subject in no way to 4d time, unless one’s subconsciousness is stuck in the void between 3d, 4d, & 5d, & only occurs when we fall asleep here in 3d space. Dimensions follow the Fibonacci sequence I think, with spatial dimensions being 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, & so on, while the temporal dimensions would be the “connecting” numbers in between…4, 6, 7, 9,10,11,12, 14-20, & so on.
Obviously, I am no scientist, no physicist, no great thinker, no sage, nothing of the sort, & I have no way to prove any of what I just said, & I’m sure one of those people could easily explain how something like string theory or the 11 dimension theory makes more sense, with their own proof. In my little brain, it just seems to make sense, since virtually everything in this Universe “exists’ according to The Golden Ratio, Pi, Phi, Fibonacci, etc. We humans are so much more than we’ve been un-educated to be, & on top of the dumbing-down via school indoctrination camps, the powers-that-be have poisoned the water, the food, the minds of most of us, via broadcast programming, that at this point, it’s arguably a feat that we can wipe our own asses anymore. Obviously, this isn’t everyone, for there are many, many people out there who can do things that blow the mind. Doctors, engineers, computer programmers, even the corner mechanic in a small town, yes, there are many people from many walks of life who are brilliant in their own right, certainly more brilliant than my dumb ass. Then there are others, others who exist as though they were true-to-life NPCs, that just breed, consume, discuss nothing of merit, repeat, & that’s it, that’s all they do. I’m not much better, at least one of them usually has a job they specialize in through experience that I do not know how to do. I find myself floundering trying to humble myself lately. Why me, I ask again, what makes me so God-damned special? Nothing, NOTHING does, because I am not special. The AI can now do this, what I am doing right now, what I have always considered a unique talent, this way with words, the AI can do in a matter of seconds. It can be biased, not be biased, illustrate in any length, any tone, any way you want it. It can cite examples, evidence, utilize images, videos, it can do anything yours truly can do, before yours truly even finishes writing a title out. That puts me just above last place as far as usefulness goes. No employers care enough about my unfiltered “human-based” approach to writing articles, when they can get what they need with no spin in mere moments, & all for free, no cost.
No, the AI doesn’t need money, & neither do humans, but since we’ve been led to believe otherwise, then forced to know that if we do not have their self-printed Monopoly™ money, we cannot survive, & are just killing ourselves, killing ourselves slowly, stretching it out, draining ourselves with all of our life energy given to a power beyond ourselves. That’s just before we die, then after we die, The Great Recycler continues to drain us of our soul energy, leaving our memories wiped, our karma fucked, then figuratively shitting us back out as a newborn baby, to do ti all again, & the ouroboros can continue to eat itself, in a never-ending cycle, for all of time. Again, these are only the thoughts from the thinking mind of someone that is just a clueless human, for the most part. I have nothing, I am nothing, I am certainly no greater than any of you. Why me, why me, why me? I don’t have a purpose, no one to care, no family, no real friends, I have nothing, nothing at all, except these words I diligently & digitally pen down on the daily, for all of you, & for none of you at all. Why me, why do I this? I do this because I have nothing, & because it’s meaningless, I have found meaning in it, even though it only means something to me, thanks to The Myth of Sisyphus, & the words of Albert Camus. I’ll never be known, never be among the great writers, never be anything at all, & once I’m gone, I’ll slip into the digital oblivion forever, not a soul even knowing I was here. Maybe that’s for the best, as it’s all so absurd, so who really cares anyway? No one, not a single soul, will ever know, what I know or don’t know, & on that note, it’s time to go, as this pure stream-of-consciousness diatribe has reached its uneventful ending. Until next time dear readers, check out the channeled messages, as I have linked a few here for you. Check them out for you, not for me, or don’t check them out at all, because in the Great Picture, it matters not either way. So sayeth FisH™🎏
“One thing about those who’ve never ridden the train before that is remarkably puzzling, is the fact that they boldly carry on as though they can comprehend the ride, in a most condescending way too, despite the fact they’ve never even had a train ticket, much less hopped on board.” Fish F Fish🎏
Yours truly could go on quite a diatribe about the facets of opiate addiction, many diatribes in fact, countless in number. Some up, some down, all that cooks up in between, & it could be narrated, spoken via the spookily sultry spoken subtitling voice of the great William S. Burroughs, a proverbial poet-warrior, far ahead of his time, timelessly captured in a future’s past, in that bygone era Americana of the early 20th century. His only hangup was being a fag, & most certainly wasn’t the pinch of the spike, for he was one of the first to capitalize on that “conduit,” as he said, that gateway plunge to the Interzone, as I have spoken of in prior posts. Psilocybin can take you there, LSD can take you there, but what many do not know, unless they mount the horse, is that you can gallop there as well, via a needle, a spoon, & a bag of the finest dope. Of course, & with a double-edged bittersweetness, heroin & morphine have been sourced out, replaced by fentanyl, which is not a true opioid, for it comes not from the poppy. It is as artificial as a reality TV show, made completely in a Chinese chemical lab, from start to its marquee pin-hole end. It has no “legs,” so to speak, & thus, no capacity for the creation of art. It’s a knockout punch, a prayer before dying, then if you’re lucky, more unsatisfyingly short-lived one-two slugs to the chin. Would you like to hear Old Bill speak?
Although created in 1959, when Bill was still alive, I don’t think Old Bill here would abide fetty, as the street pimps call it, or the overall uselessness of it for relieving pain, or relieving anything at all, & unless sustained, only dons the mask for a half-hour or so at best, before the sleeve must come up, the veins must be raised, & the spike must be hammered into the railroad track yet again. There’s no functioning on fentanyl, hence the expression, “no legs.” A solid dose of heroin, or morphine, & an active junky can maintain a job, drive a car, have family time, without drawing suspicion to their habit. The creation of art can be pure, beautiful, perhaps even enhanced, but without legs, as when on the fet, none of these things are possible. It’s a home run to the hole, for one careless misstep, whoops, & it’s over the line you go, like falling backwards into a tunnel, it all becomes a black dot that gets smaller & smaller, until POOF, gone. Without legs, you can’t dance, & unfortunately, the dancing is done, because finding legit heroin anymore is nearly impossible. It’s seemingly all become fetty these days, along with an unending procession of deaths due to doses over the line, all courtesy of a rogue “bureaucracy,” just as Old Bull predicted. Amazing how these geniuses of a time long gone knew, they knew it as well as the biting of teeth, what was to come. Where have they gone? Where have my heroes all gone to?
Yikes, such a blood-boiled subject, taught in a classroom with no doors, where the lecturer seems to never stop lecturing. To look at one’s arms, at the scars on the heart, the roads blocked due to landslides, is a testament to a journey gone painfully askew, into a petrifying forest of dead trees. There’s a seething heartbreak in all of it, when everything’s gone, except your last train ticket, & you only see concrete walls around, 40-feet thick, & no ropes, no ladders, no trampolines to bounce your way back out into the shining sun. It never leaves you, said heartbreak, & that’s all I’m going to say about it. To hear more, seek the wisdom of Old Bill up above there, as he has the words, & I only have the rhymes. Until next time dear readers…🎏
Serum-925 was created in a lab by a Chinese scientist named Dr. Shuyi. Dr. Shuyi had a long & accredited reputation for creating various viruses & bacteria, that he himself intended to be beneficial for the human race. His overlords, however, the CCP(Chinese Communist Party), had other intentions, intentions not so benevolent. The CCP had grown weary of United States global dominance, particularly the dominance of the United States dollar. The U.S. dollar had been the global currency for decades, even after the gold standard was removed in 1971, thus the value of the U.S. dollar was now-backed by literally nothing, & to the quickly-advancing Chinese economy, this was unacceptable. It was time, the time of the planetary financial reign of the USA to come to an end. The lone issue stopping the Chinese from taking total dominion over the world’s currency exchange for themselves, was one thing: armed Americans. Open hot nuclear war would be devastating, much too messy, for all involved, as well as for those not involved. They needed a solution, something that would non-violently wipe away their mortal enemy from the West, without affecting the Chinese, & the rest of the world, & so, they looked to Dr. Shuyi, for an answer he could not refuse to give . They took him aside one day, & by “took aside,” they stormed into his office, armed, & took him away from his morning paperwork to meet with a man known as Mr. Wang. “Wang,” in China, is the equivalent of “Smith,” in English, & most likely was not this man’s real name. Anonymity was important, as well as compartmentalization, because the USA had spies everywhere, even inside the CCP, & Mr. Wang needed Dr. Shuyi to do something, for the future of his country, that the Americans must never be made aware of.
Dr. Shuyi was blindfolded, & brought to a room, a room with no view, no windows, only a desk & 2 chairs, & a CCP flag in the corner. Mr. Wang was brief & to the point, & told Dr. Shuyi that he needed to make a new virus, one that would kill whoever it infected, but kill them slowly, however not too slowly. It must be RNA-activated, engineered to ONLY infect those who had taken the messenger-RNA Covid vaccines approved in the USA, which would be the Pfizer, Moderna, & Johnson & Johnson vaccines, in no particular order. Since those vaccines were used less in most places outside of the continental United States, there would be little risk of infecting anyone who resided beyond the boundaries of the borders of the USA. Clearly the plan had begun several years prior to what the CCP was orchestrating now. Additionally, the Big Pharma industry must have involvement, & although astounded by the awareness of other shadowy globalist actors, along with the secrecy kept due to impressive compartmentalization, who was Dr. Shuyi to ponder these notions, to ask questions, or think for himself? He was no one, certainly not an individual, but only a tool, & in China, you do what you’re told without question & think only of total obedience to the State, & so Dr. Shuyi embraced his task, & continued with his instructional orders.
There needed to be a incubation period of one to two weeks, then after incubation ended, the virus needed to exit the host body. It would be made to spread quickly throughout the bloodstream, eventually stopping the heart, then exiting said host body through pores on the skin, to go airborne, & then spread quickly, infecting everyone within a one to two mile radius who had been jabbed, as the terminology goes in the West. This virus must perform precisely as it was designed, so as not to spread in an out-of-control rampant manner, & possibly mutating. Additionally, & this was of highest importance, the virus needed to be fire-resistant, because unknown to Dr. Shuyi, this would be the means utilized for the initial infections. A series of wildfires would be started all across the Canadian wilderness in Northern North America, from west to east. Thousands of fires would be intentionally ignited, so that the virus could be dropped into these wildfires from the air, & as the virulent smoke moved into the jet stream that stretched across the expanse of the USA, from Montana to Maine, it would prove the most effective means of contamination, drawing little to no attention to the Chinese. Of course, there were a few extraneous minor details included in the instructions given from Mr. Wang to Dr. Shuyi, as to the manner of testing, but we will get to that shortly.
At first, like any human being with a conscience, Dr. Shuyi was struck by a sense of sadness that he could not openly express or share, by the directions given to him by Mr. Wang. The doctor, with a blank expression, had dedicated his life to bio-engineering viruses & bacteria that would prove beneficial to humanity, not destructive, but he had no choice. He loved his country, his people, & much more than that, his own family. Mr. Wang wasn’t asking Dr. Shuyi though, he was ordering him to do this, & left some pictures of his wife, & his two sons, telling Dr. Shuyi that if he wanted his family to be safe, he would do as he was told. Dr. Shuyi let Mr. Wang know that he did not need to be reminded of this, & would begin the project immediately, for the love of the CCP, & the future of the Chinese people. He was then blindfolded again, taken back to his office, & the entire event had seemingly ended as abruptly as it began, all taking place within the span of an hour. In one short hour, Dr. Shuyi’s life had taken a complete turn, but not for the worse, or the better, because it was all about perspective. He could not think of anything other than completing the task given. From the view of the Americans, China was the enemy, the unquestionable dominant adversary, but from the view of his own country, the USA was the true enemy, the great antagonist, a nemesis representing the greatest of threats to the Chinese Communist Party & the Chinese way of life. If Dr. Shuyi succeeded, he would be a hero, forever remembered in future history, as a savior of the Chinese homeland. Also, he & his family would not only remain alive, they would be honored, & so, he walked to his lab to begin immediately, quickly having all of his prior work removed by his assistants, leaving the lab entirely new, a proverbial blank slate, so to speak, for him to begin this new assignment. This would be the only assignment, in all likelihood, Dr. Shuyi would ever work on again.
It only took a week, just the span of a week, for testing to begin on various compounds he had created. The CCP notoriously used homeless vagrants as derelict test subjects, which was common practice, as they offered no benefit to the State, & no one would question their sudden disappearance. The recruiters, as it were, handed out pamphlets to the street people, telling them that it was a new “medicine,” designed to help them recover their lost lives from poverty & destitution, as if they had a choice in the matter. Quickly, “volunteers” showed up in droves, providing Dr. Shuyi with more-than-enough subjects to test the the various concoctions on, until the perfect virus was discovered & isolated. Over the next week, countless subjects were infected with the different compounds that Dr. Shuyi had created. The subjects were placed inside a sealed room with a single chair, told to sit down, & to breathe normally, as something akin to Chinese elevator music played from an unseen speaker. The potential viruses were then put into condensers inside of special ovens, which cooked at a temperature similar to the heat of a wildfires. The soft white smoke would then flow through the air ducts that led into the sealed room where the test subjects sat. The subjects would inhale the smoke, then be placed into a quarantine room which connected to the testing room via a single airtight door, so as to allow the virus to incubate.
Around the one-to-two week mark, after the test subjects were initially infected, the effects began, & all sorts of horrifying conditions began to develop. After the incubation ended, as intended, the virus spread rapidly through the bloodstream, searing the arteries as it traveled, which to the test subjects, felt as though they were burning to death from the inside out. They’d convulse & writhe, in unimaginable agonizing pain as this happened, making the seconds feel like eternities. Upon exiting their bodies through the pores on their skins, the viruses would rupture the pores, emitting blackened pus, like little volcanoes, as the thousands of individually necrotic eruptions created a hell that no man would wish upon his worst enemy. It would take 1-2 minutes for the subjects to go through the viral mechanism, which felt like series of tortuous lifetimes in their minds, as each pore burned & corroded, allowing the various test viruses to escape into the open air, & once the subjects were dead, the entire room was incinerated with a special gelatinous gas, insuring that the viruses could not escape the testing room, while also “sanitizing” the room before the next test subject was brought in.
These test trials went on for a few months , & then one day, Mr. Wang showed up in Dr. Shuyi’s laboratory. He asked Dr. Shuyi how the tests were going, & Dr. Shuyi, with a nervousness in his voice, told Mr. Wang that the virus was successful, but he was having difficulty keeping the virus alive upon exiting the bodies of the subjects. At best, the virus would only survive for a few seconds, before it too, would be as dead as the host body it had been birthed from. Mr. Wang then told, or rather, he demanded, that Dr. Shuyi complete the project within the next month, or one of his sons would “disappear,” & then the following month, his other son, would also, “disappear.’ Dr. Shuyi knew that there were no more options, & there was little time left, so he had to finish the project successfully, soon. He had no choice, but to increase the number of test subjects, as well as utilize more rooms to test the potential viruses in. He asked Mr. Wang to accommodate these requests, & with a nod, Mr. Wang left the room. Dr. Shuyi spent the rest of the day writing down various chemical formulas, & thinking of his family, as well as his role in this agenda, so to speak, but he knew that the clock was ticking, so he quickly unthought those thoughts to solely focus on what he had been told to do by the mysterious Mr. Wang. He did not go home that night, passing out with his head on his notebook. He had a dream, an exceptionally vivid dream, & in this dream, an answer came to him, in the form of a formulaic compound, one he had overlooked prior. When he awoke, he was told that there were 2 new rooms for testing, so now three in total, & that there were countless new subjects ready, ready to take their “medicine.” He looked down at his notebook, & recalling the dream, he began to feverishly write. As if by some divine force, as he gazed upon the notes he’d just written, & there it was, a new formula, THE new formula, but was it the right formula? He looked at the time, & the clock read, “9:25,” & so he wrote the time above this new formula he had written down…Serum-925.
Dr. Shuyi immediately began the tests, infecting 6 “patients” with control viruses, & then 3 more of them with Serum-925. The test subjects were then placed in the observation rooms, 3 to a room, as the incubation period began, & all Dr. Shuyi could do was wait. A week went by, & the subjects showed no signs of the infection, as they read books, & watched the State-sponsored programs being broadcast to little TVs in the corners of the rooms between the ceiling & the wall, thinking they’d been given “medicine,” a medicine that would miraculously give them a new life, one where they would be assets to the State, rather than another mouth to feed. Watching this all day & night was causing Dr. Shuyi to become very anxious…so anxious in fact, that he could nary sleep a wink. This first week seemed infinite, & with no symptoms showing themselves, Dr. Shuyi again began to worry about his family, & what would happen to them if Serum-925 didn’t work as directed, but as always, he quickly shrugged those thoughts away, because he knew he needed to focus on a positive result, & nothing else. As mentioned earlier, however, the incubation period ran from one to two weeks, so there was still time, still one week to go. Dr. Shuyi had come so far, & the formulaic equations he had written down came together perfectly, like a completed jigsaw puzzle, yet still, no symptoms, no changes, nothing. He occasionally listened to the random conversations that the test subjects were having amongst themselves. They often talked about the new lives they’d lead once “cured,” & their devotion to the State for “fixing” their failed & wretched lives. “Mice,” the good doctor said to himself, “they are only mice, here to be tested & disposed of as mice are,” trying to convince himself that they were not men, but mice. Deep down, he knew he was lying to himself, along with reflecting on his own inhumanity, as he viewed the final days of these mens’ lives, & thought of his own inhumane disposition at what he was doing…what kind of doctor could go along with such a thing? As always though, he pushed these self-realizations aside, burying them, never to be resurrected, for he was soon to be a deliverer, a great conservator for the State, or dead, along with his family, who he so desperately loved.
The second week began & day one of week two was dreadful for Dr. Shuyi; the “patients” were still the same, content & healthy, no changes. Onto day two, still nothing, day three went by, & STILL, no symptoms. A small television was inside Dr. Shuyi’s laboratory, always broadcasting state-sponsored news media, the same as what the test subjects were watching, mainly about the power of the CCP, the usual stereotypical communist propaganda, along with occasional scripted “news” stories, that more-often-than-not, glorified the State in one way or another. However, something came on that caught Dr. Shuyi’s attention. A series of wildfires had erupted all across Canada, & not just a few, there were THOUSANDS of them, stretching across the entire country, from British Columbia to Quebec. There were so many fires in fact, that the whole of the country appeared to be on fire, & Dr. Shuyi quickly realized, that the plan to spread the virus across North America, had begun. The clock was ticking, & ticking fast, as though time itself was speeding up, & Dr. Shuyi knew that his time was running out.
Day four came, & Dr. Shuyi, eyes wide from insomnia, could barely write anymore, as his hands were shaking from tremors, due to the lack of sleep. His mind was a jumbled mess, a mix of anxiety, anger, depression, but most of all, fear, for he was afraid that if he failed, he would never see his family alive again. Why wasn’t the virus working as intended? He had gone over the formulas he had written down, over & over & over again, & he just couldn’t rationalize what was going wrong. He pounded his fists on the table, & the force of the thud, turned over his stained & near-empty coffee cup on the desk, spilling what was left of the cold coffee, which formed a small puddle at the edge of his desk, & began to drip onto the floor. Dr. Shuyi watched it drip for a moment, staring, as he once again, thought about his family. He then snapped out of his gaze, & walked over to grab some paper towels to clean up the mess. Just then, a sound went off from the loudspeaker, & the voice on the other side, notified Dr. Shuyi that the process was beginning, & that the test subjects were starting to convulse. Dr. Shuyi stopped what he was doing, leaving the paper towel he was grabbing half-torn, as well as the spilled coffee, & rushed to the observation room to watch what was happening. He felt a rush of excitement overcome him, utterly disregarding the fact that more human test subjects were about to experience a most-violent death, as he could only feel happy that his family might be saved, should the virus survive.
The exhaustion from all the sleeplessness, along with the symptoms of insomnia, subsided, as Dr. Shuyi hurriedly ran to the observation area, which was a room, with a series of chairs, & a 2-way mirror for the viewers to view the test subjects, as they died in agony from the various compounds they had been exposed to. The fact that these human test subjects were dying a horrible death mattered not, nor did the potential for billions to die in the same manner, as Dr. Shuyi could only think of his family, & that his success ensured their survival, as well as his own. Strange the way the mind works, isn’t it? How could one be “happy,” when billions of lives were at stake? Still, as always, these kinds of thoughts escaped Dr. Shuyi, as he eagerly watched the test subjects writhing on the floor, screaming in terror, as the post-incubated virus began painfully working its way through the blood of these “patients,” seeking to escape from these human test subjects’ convulsing bodies, through each & every pore on their skin. The shock of it all, to any “normal” person, would be unbearable to watch, particularly to a doctor, yet Dr. Shuyi gleefully continued to observe, as the subjects’ pores began to erupt the virus, those tiny little volcanoes, spewing out the blackened pus, as the subjects gasped one final time before their hearts stopped . Fortunately, the room was soundproof, & Dr. Shuyi could not hear their screams, or the last gasping. If he had, perhaps he might’ve had a moment of clarity, a revelation, that what he was doing was not only wrong, it was pure evil, but all he heard was the surreal sound of silent shrieking. It took roughly 90 seconds for the subjects to stop moving, & now was the moment of truth for Dr. Shuyi, for if the virus had died along with the test subjects, he & his family would be dead as well, but if the virus had survived, Dr. Shuyi would become legendary, a permanent hero, for the only God he knew, the CCP.
The time had come, & some men in biohazard suits with various instruments, began entering the room via a decontamination walkway of sorts. First, they needed to flip the bodies of the test subjects over, as they had all perished face down. They needed to get to the vital organs, as well as take blood samples, tissue samples, etc. The subjects had left a mess on the floor, which was now stained with the blackened pus, one of them leaving a haunting handprint, which Dr. Shuyi noticed from the observation room, & for a fleeting moment, some minuscule sense of humanity overcame him, as he thought about his own son, the youngest one, making handprint art for him only a few months prior. The shouts from the testers in the biohazard suits quickly flushed those thoughts away, however, as Dr. Shuyi had finally gotten the news he had been so anxiously awaiting to hear. The virus was alive, virulently alive, aggressively healthy, yearning to survive & thrive within another victim. Dr. Shuyi was instantly ecstatic, consumed with joy, the joy of all that was to come for him, & his family, with zero inclinations as to what this meant for the human race. A few more tests would be needed, for sure, but Dr. Shuyi knew that Mr. Wang would be quite pleased that Dr. Shuyi had been successful in the task he was given. He would be honored, taking his place among the historic halls of distinguished heroes, a savior of the Chinese Communist Party, for the rest of time, & his family would be at his side, glorified eternally as well by the Chinese people, HIS people.
The fires in Canada continued to rage, most of them uncontrollably now, & the smoke was covering cities in the United States from Bismarck to Manhattan, riding the current of the jet stream. Only the Western part of the United States was spared the smoke from these wildfires, thanks to the wind shear courtesy of the Rocky Mountains, sloping the western half of the country from New Mexico to Montana. News reports in the United States had begin to warn residents of the air quality, & blamed the wildfires on “lightning strikes,” but none of them had a clue as to what really created this country-wide inferno engulfing much of Canada, as well as what was really about to come from these intentionally set fires. Setting the fires was easy, but getting Serum-925 virus into these fires, would be another feat in itself. Meanwhile, Dr. Shuyi had been reunited with his family, who he held close for several minutes, so long that his wife showed a glint of concern as to why Dr. Shuyi, a normally expressionless man, suddenly seemed so cheerfully happy to see them all, as if he hadn’t seen them in a very long time. She had no idea of what he had done, or how close she & her children had been to being “disappeared,” via the orders of Mr. Wang. Dr. Shuyi had always been a loving father, but when the tears of joy fell at the sight of seeing them alive, his wife knew that something was different, but as was common with Chinese wives, she asked no questions & showed no concern, simply assuming that Dr. Shuyi had done something great for not only his family, but for the country. Unconditional love & total devotion to the State was primary in China, above all else, & as the adoration from CCP members began to befall Dr. Shuyi & his family, Dr. Shuyi’s wife got caught up in the moment, & quickly forgot about the tears that her husband had shed upon reuniting with his family.
Across the ocean in the United States, breaking news reports began to be broadcast, reports of unidentified balloons flying high above the western parts of North America, first from Alaska, & then from northwest British Columbia, & then down to Montana. The objects were still unidentified, only that they looked to be “balloons” of some kind, & that there were several, slowly moving east, as they drifted into the interior of Canada, & then down into the Continental United States, following the jet stream. What the news reports did not report, however, was that these were the dispensing mechanisms for the Serum-925 virus, & that the balloons were moving into position, to do just that, dispense this deadly virus. A series of canister’s on the underside of the balloons, which had now been successfully guided by GPS via radio frequencies into strategically proper positions, began releasing the Serum-925 virus into the atmosphere above the wildfires. The virus fell into the clouds of smoldering smoke from the raging flames below, which was heavier than the air, & as the smoke lost altitude, it descended with the ash, now contaminated with the very-much-alive Serum-925 virus, & began to cover American & Canadian cities.
Quickly, the pathogen, created in a lab by the great guardian of the CCP, Dr. Shuyi, began to infect the human populations below, unknowingly, as the “vaccinated” people below breathed in what they thought to be smoky air, but only the air of wildfires, as was common at this time of the year when wildfires annually occurred. Surprisingly, few wore masks, which was a stark contrast to the mass psychosis displayed by mask-wearers during the Covid epidemic. This went on for a week, then week two began, as Americans rallied to celebrate the 4th of July, ironically a celebration of freedom & independence. What the North American public did not know, was that the Serum-925 virus had been inhaled now, by millions of them, millions who were so desperate to get the jab during Covid, as well as many of them getting “boosted,” preparing them for the real Chinese-created pandemic, which would undoubtedly, kill them all once the incubation of the virus came to fruition, for lack of a better term. The Serum-925 virus entered their bodies, through the mouth & nose, down into the lungs, to incubate, before it awakened, so to speak, & began to violently erupt, from each & every pore on their skin, like the little volcanos that Dr. Shuyi witnessed from the observation room, expelling the black pus magma, leaving the gruesome handprint on the floor, from the last “patient” he would ever treat. So began the end, the end of us, the end of these United States of America.
“For all of you, & for none of you at all.” by Fish F. Fish🎏
A red-pill dropping friend of mine, one of my only friends left, recently said to me, “Can’t change a dud, can’t fix a dud, doesn’t matter who it is, a dud’s a dud,” & he was right. He has an unusual knack for accuracy, & although he wasn’t directing that phrase at me, per se, he’s right, duds are duds. Some people come out attractive, people like them, they have a talent that they hone, with encouragement, & support, from friends & family, & then some come out the opposite. Some of us just get our asses kicked and/or ignored, especially kids from broken homes, like yours truly. It boils down to good parenting really, & responsible family planning, rather than a bunch of fuckabouts, used-car salesmen men, women with baby rabies, getting hammered, in the same place, then whoops, there’s a kid, how did that happen? Duh. What the fuck are people thinking anymore? Seriously, I wonder what the percentage is, of us who got here unplanned, does anyone know? After going what I went through, & now in my mid-40s, holy hell, SO many random kids were conceived via random drunken sex, it’s ridiculous. Often when that happens, especially nowadays, the real dad doesn’t stick around, of course, & now there’s a nation of fatherless kids with single moms that think it’s trendy to have a kid that’s “queer.” Such a backwards-ass fucked-up world we’ve turned this all into; I mean, come on, talk about ruining a society in record time, we’ve done it, & I’m still shaking my fucking head.
Empowered single women, so independent & powerful, right?….& fathers not needed, just sperm donors, or at least, that’s the ridiculous notion that was fostered long enough to create an entire generation that is few & far between when the real dad actually sticks around. Who’d wanna deal with a twat like that, minus the simp army? Plenty of simps, but all the girls want Chad, so these single moms get desperate, delusional desperate, so desperately delusional, in fact, it’s downright mental, scrambling around for a Chad on Tinder to play insta-dad, actively deluding themselves into believing it’s all just like it was before Pookie left his behbeh with her, then dipped. No worries though, he left behbeh Pookie, as a reminder of her stupidity, which works out great for the kid later on in life, I’m sure. Every time she looks at that kid, she sees Pookie, & how do you think that disgust projects toward the kid, particularly in the way she “raises” him. Tragic. You can thank “hook-up culture” for that, & body countdoesn’t matter, right? It’s all degenerate filthy behavior. Great environments for kids you slutbag single moms. Ugh. Maybe try keeping your legs closed? Just a thought. You know how babies are made, yes? You knew what you were doing, yes?…so don’t act like it’s a “man’s fault.” Enough with that bullshit, not to mention with the advent of online dating, you slags just pick out men like an All-You-Can-Eat buffet, ugh, it’s fucking disgusting. I threw my hat on the rack a few years back & decided it’s just not worth it to pick it up again. Why would I? Who wants to compete with countless other dudes saying the same bullshit to the same girl that you are? Who wants to share, in such a manner. Don’t fool yourself, she’s heard it all by this age if she’s still single & childless, & if she IS still single & childless, it’s because she’s batshit crazy. Men, listen up; YOU CANNOT WIN. Virtue is dead, & so is the sanctity of pussy as a whole. It’s dead, dead & gone, & women killed it. Do NOT forget that fact, that WOMEN killed it, not men, so if you’ve been blaming yourself, and/or thinking it’s you, take a deep breath, exhale, & listen to what I am about to tell you…it’s NOT you, it’s not them, it’s what the powers-that-be have done, to divide everyone, even the sexes, how about them apples?
Yep, what better way to destroy the nuclear family than to not only divide men & women, but to do it while simultaneously, & overtly, promoting homosexuality as a good thing, do you not see how this all fits into a larger depopulation agenda? It’s “trendy” to have a “queer” kid now, did you read where I wrote that earlier? TRENDY, to have a son that’s a fag, or a daughter that says she’s a boy, let’s abide the notions of a CHILD, makes sense right? WRONG, no, it makes ZERO sense, but since everything is backwards here in this hell Clownworld timeline we’re all in, apparently, it makes perfect sense. Considering that most of the global populous is in a state of hypno-psychosis, & the television programs them to believe whatever they’re told, most of the aforementioned global populous, are actually not only agreeing with this ridiculous queer theory bullshit, they are celebrating it alongside these mental patients who are living it in real time, topping it all off by including children. Pedo-duds, pedo-duds everywhere, & everyone of them wearing shirts that say, “I love pedo-duds,” proverbially of course, as I’m sure you get that I was being facetious there, right? Yep, beautifully “brave & stunning” rainbows, & that’s gonna show these straight white supreme pizzas what’s what, isn’t it? Derp, but regardless of how abysmally ridiculous all of that sounds, most people go along with it, if you can believe it. Yes, it’s truly shameful to see how unbelievably fickle & naive the human race has become, as a whole. Obey, consume, watch tv, work, repeat, & you all follow along. Follow in line like duds, duds in a row. Good band name, yes? (Announcer voice) “Please welcome to the stage, all the way from Bumfuck, in the middle of Nowhere, let’s make some noise for Duds in a Row,” then 4 people clap, but I digress. Wait a second Mr. Fancy Pants, what makes me so special? How am I not a dud? Do duds know they’re duds? Am I a dud, jumping off that figurative cliff in real time, like most dud lemmings?
Duh, of course I am, does it sound like I know how to do anything else other than spew drivel like this, much less act like a man for fuck’s sake? Hell no, I’m useless, as much of a dud as much as anyone else, worse so even, if I may be so humble about my utter unworthiness. I wasted my life on drugs, only to snap out of it 2 decades too late & realize how much I fucked-off my life. I have no skills, other than this, if this is even considerable as a merit-worthy skill, no kids, no job, nowhere to live that I can call my own, nothing. I have nothing, NOTHING, other than my own buzz, reminding me that I’m still alive, but why? What am I “living” for? I’m not dying for anything, but what I living for? Nothing, except my cat, my art, & myself. What’s that worth? My cat is a gem, he needs to explanation. My art stinks apparently, since no one has the balls to hire me, and/or just realizes my suckitude at writing, while I stay oblivious, I don’t know. As far as living for myself, pffffttt…I’m nothing, less than zero, & each day I wake up, wake back up here, here in Clownworld, & I cannot wait to get tired enough to go back to sleep, as if that’s a healthy way to live. It isn’t, & I know, but damnit, I got nothing left. Tried to get a job, & I got one, a decent one, relatively, & I made it a month before I got fired. Yes, it’s my fault, as is everything else, I get it, MY fault, all on me, I got it, so to my conscience I ask, “Please stop reminding me every ½ second of this fact.” Geez, I fucking get it, but yet my brain just won’t shut up. “Loser, failure, wasted talent, without skills, a dud, a DUD,” I get it damn you. Gah, this fucking voice in my head, like it’s not even my own. “Loser, loser, addict, dud, waste, no one cares, loser, dud, failure,” over & over & over, OKAY, I GET IT. Dang, no one is harder on me than myself, NO ONE, not even close, & I wonder where this harsh drill sergeant in my head could’ve manifest from? Maybe due to all of my parents being regimented military types? People who like and/or need discipline, to be told what to do, respect the hierarchy, abide the chain of command, to be yelled at, always yelling, everyone yelling, usually at me, until I yell back, & then it becomes cyclical, everyone always yelling, my whole life, YELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLING, gah, how about just shut the fuck up?…but np, no quiet for me. everyone wants to yell, yell at me, & I don’t know why, so I don’t want to be around anyone anymore. Nope, I just want to write, & paint, & that’s all, that’s all for the dud of duds, yours truly.
Is this how it goes? Is this how it was before? Have I been here before? Have I done this already? Am I cursed to be repeating this, whatever this is, until something changes? Maybe I’ve killed myself before, & I have to keep coming back & repeating this until I hold on until the actual end? How the fuck should I know? I know that when I go to sleep, I have dreams where I am somewhere else, somewhere I’ve never been, but somehow know better than anywhere I’ve ever been in real life. There are people there, people I know, people I love & vice versa, but I’ve never met these people here, in the “real world.” My mind there in that space is even different, & I have mo memories of this world, or this life, as if this, THIS is the dream. I don’t know, maybe it is, maybe it’s something I can’t understand yet, or maybe it’s nothing, & when you die, no matter how or why or when, it’s just black, a void of nothing, until you wake back up again in some new body, all just a fresh slate, no relation to the last incarnation, just universal time doing its thing, all of it unrandomly random, organized chaos, & perhaps the Universe likes it that way…just random. Planned randomness, or maybe it’s like music, that organized vibrational geometry that when heard by our own ears, can sound as beautiful as heaven sometimes. The language of music, as well as music theory, should be taught to every child as a 2nd language of sorts, but of course, it isn’t. Kids are so deprived of all they could be learning, most of them just plopped in front of a tv, and/or a tablet, some kind of screen that isn’t a canvas, is my point. No no no, we need them to shut up & obey, not explore & learn for themselves & ask questions & such. How dar I suggest that kids exploit their preciously feeling time to better themselves in a real way, rather than polluting them with broadcasts on a screen that each them nothing except how to celebrate rainbows & queerness. Like I said, this is a backwards timeline, a hell, hell to me anyway, & I’d wager I’m not alone in feeling this way.
Well, I had no plan to write what I wrote, but I’m glad I did, because this concept of “duds,” seems systemic, doesn’t it? I’m not into eugenics, per se, because the ones that are the “eugenicists,” scumfucks like Billl Gates, are the ones that “pick & choose,” so to speak, & that doesn’t jive with me. However, in the bigger picture, I understand why they want to impose a eugenic manner of breeding into this world. From their perspective, it’s two very different worlds, the duds & the not-duds. THEIR world, the one they perceive as not-duds, is made of of pedigreed, centuries-long bloodlines, while most of us, the “duds,” came about via the haphazard manners I detailed earlier most of the time, are mostly unplanned, have no inclinations toward a “pedigree” or something similar, just as random as it gets, when two dummies delude themselves into believing they’re in love, after meeting for one night, & then whoops, out you come 9 ¾ months later. Obviously, not everyone, but for many, you got here “by accident.” Nope, there was no real planning, your dad was just too lazy to pull out when your mom told him, “Just do it, it’ll be okay.” Uh oh, you got snuck chump, by listening to her & not listening to your own gut instinct. Of course, once your kid gets here, things change, & maybe, just maybe, your kid won’t be a dud, like you. Most duds, unfortunately for the kids, don’t know they’re duds, & so their kids become duds, since apples don’t fall from their respective trees, as the saying goes.
Anyway, I’ve had enough of this article. Duds are duds, & some of us don’t realize it ever, most in fact, but a few of us get it. Yep, we know, we’re duds, we come from duds, from a town called Dudville, born to be duds, & when our firecrackers never explode into a starburst of light & color, only then do we realize, we were always duds, & all that time believing your fireworks will light up the sky, was in the most naive form of vanity one can imagine. just a sad display of narcissism, but like I said, at least some of us get it, albeit late in life, but nonetheless, yep, I suppose now I get it. Is what it is, right Fishheads? Until next time dear readers, in a world of duds, the one who lights up the sky wins. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“In a world of duds, light up the sky.” Fish F Fish🎏
“One without purpose, is a dud, so what makes your fire crack?” Fish F Fish🎏
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 