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™…🎏
Click the video above to watch my latest creation, as a tribute to Luis Vasquez of the band Soft Moon, who sadly died last week, along with 2 of his friends from what, in my experience, looks like a 3-way overdose. A “hat-trick” overdose you could say, 3 dead in one go. Seem like there’s a few a day at this point, doesn’t it? However, 3 at once is quite rare, but the Universe is unmerciful like that sometimes I suppose. That fetty is no joke…one hot batch, & over the edge you go, with no way to get back. It all just becomes a tunnel-vision point of no return, then you go, & you’re gone, POOF, over, done, your entire life, done, the end.
Fucking spooky as fuck…to me it is anyway, especially since I quit counting all of my dead friends who lost the battle as well. I think we should level the entire country of China for unleashing that shit onto the West, but unfortunately, the psychopaths at the top of the power pyramid want us all dead, & so the fent continues to flow, more-so than ever before. The great opiate plandemic is slow-killing this country, rotting it from the inside out. China is playing a very sinister long-game, & what’s worse is that they’re being allowed to do this. Grrrrr…it all infuriates you if you let it, so as I mentioned in previous posts, fuck it. What can anyone really do to stop this juggernaut from going over the cliff? Nothing, so just enjoy the show. It’s all just like a dream, & when the end, your own end, finally comes, it’ll be just like going to sleep, only you’ll wake up somewhere else, with something else to do. At least, I hope that’s how it all goes down. I don’t wanna see humanity end up in total dystopian pandemonium, I don’t want to see war of any kind, mass death, absolute chaos, people acting like savage barbarian primates to survive, of course I don’t want any of that, most don’t, obviously…but…the globalists DO. Awareness is simply just how it reads…being aware, but awareness & dynamic action are two very different things. If we could all unite as one solidified force, we could end this global tyranny in one day, ONE DAY, but nope, we’re more divided than ever, which is just what they want, & so we continue to snowball this zeitgeist along this precarious path until one day the water will boil into a gas, & everything will change in an instant. As usual, I am ranting, so before I wrap this up, check out the lyrics to the song below…kind surreal, is it not?
The Soft Moon: Try
Alone, to live with my own thoughts The burning, it won’t stop The air is all gone I’m falling and can’t stop The end is on my mind The end is alright
The only chance I’ve got Is to elevate my mind Before I leave my side I’m running out of time
The end is on my mind
The only chance I’ve got Is to elevate my mind Before I leave my side I’m running out of time
Alone
The end is on my mind
Once again, shoutout to the darkwave legend, Luis Vasquez, of the band Soft Moon. Travel well to the next destination brother. Rest easy. Until next time Fishheads, enjoy being alive, really enjoy it, even if only for today. That is all for now. So sayeth FisH™🎏
From the depths of an insane asylum in a schizophrenic liminal space between dimensions. Such horror…what is real, what is not real…the horror. I actually made a video for this song years ago, but it’s part of my YUGE chuck of content forever stuck in digital oblivion because the twats at Google terminated my 1st channel. Over 400 videos, just gone, like my time nor my existence matters, & I’m not saying it does, per se, but sheesh, at least give me MY own content back for fuck’s sake. Ugh. It’s frustrating & so to remedy this decade-long censorship anxiety, I’ve decided to remake every old song I made before, along with countless new ones, & all of them will be backed up onto an external hard drive so these rainbow-haired tech clowns will never be able to take MY art away from me ever again. They can go find a high cliff, the highest cliff, & then take a giant leap of false faith into the rocky churning maelstrom below. Fuck censorship, fucked biased tech overlords, fuck the whiny “hate speech” advocates, fuck anyone/everyone who is affected with the big tech woke mind virus. 2024 is the year it ends, or it’s the year it begins again, which way will it go? Great question, & I wish I knew, but since I don’t, I’m popping a proverbial bag of popcorn for the entire year, because this show is gonna be epic, one way or another. Until next time Fishheads, get your popcorn ready, as the reckoning comes, or the war horses run, or a global cyber attack pops off, or whatever it may be, get ready. Stay tuned, more to come. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Earlier today, I had a random encounter, as does happen in my life from time to time, an encounter with a celebrity, of sorts. This will appeal to others from Generation X, who grew up watching horror flicks, particularly the Friday the 13th movies. Do you remember the very first Friday the 13th movie? If so, keep reading. If not, spoiler alert, so keep reading at your own behest. Ha, the GIF below I made maybe…ohhhh…12ish years ago, something like that. I had to dig it up(pun intended), from my Friday the 13th GIF collection, & it looks like it’s the only one that was left after GIPHY removed about half of my entire first channel when the Great Purge came & went, like a tsunami, washing nearly my entire social media persona away, leaving me permanently exiled in the digital gulag.
In the first movie, Jason was NOT the killer, & eventually you discover that his mother was the murderer, but Jason still makes an appearance, when he comes out of the water to grab the girl who thinks she’s safe. The dude who played the original Jason, a guy name Ari Lehman, came into my dispo, with one of his mates from his band, a band known as First Jason. I obviously had to do some research, & when I did, I discovered that Ira has had quite a life. I dig it, to have a life like that, getting to act, then performing in a band, living the dream, so to speak, so it was an honor to meet Ira, & as I mentioned at the beginning, it was totally random. Yes, it happens randomly but regularly in my sordid life, when I cross paths with celebrity types, people who have crossed the line between us & them, & it’s a strange feeling every time it happens, because it reminds me of a life I could’ve had, had I not fucked my own life off into the hell I awaken to everyday in this current existence.
I know, I know, I know…it’s a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad thing to compare one’s self to the lives of others, especially those who found the golden ticket early on, but such is the way my monkey mind works. It’s as if the Universe has to constantly remind me, “You lost it all, everything you’ve ever worked for, everything you ever dreamed possible for yourself, YOU lost it all. No one else lost it, YOU did, you stupid fuck,” & that goes on in my head all day, despite me knowing that it’s unhealthy to think in such a manner. If the butterfly had only fluttered left instead of right, or maybe vice versa, who knows? Somewhere I’d like to believe there’s another me, in some other dimension, that’s living the “correct” life, the one where I didn’t fuck up, or the one where the world didn’t fuck me over entirely, or maybe no, maybe there is no other me, & this is it, singularly stuck on this one miserable roller coaster ride, that jerks so hard it’ll whiplash you at each hairpin turn, on loops that seem to go around & around & around without end, until the sickness comes & there’s puke centrifugally flying all over the rest of the theme park, & I end up cleaning up the after-mess. Oh yes, I could go on & on with the analogies, but why? What’s the point?
I’m just here to illustrate the day I met Ari Lehman, the original Jason Vorhees. Yep, just documenting the meet & greet, as it were. It would’ve been cool to bullshit with him longer, because like I mentioned, he was a really cool guy, & the world of acting has always fascinated me. It’s my one other pseudo-talent besides writing this drivel that I pen every day, but like everything else in my wasted life, I never pursued it the way I should have. There was always something in the way I guess, something in my head, or perhaps a lack of something in my head, I don’t know. Maybe I just needed some encouragement, or opportunity, or something that derived from a place not my own, to teach or guide or sign-post me as to where to go, what to do, etc…but sadly, for yours truly, there was none of that, & in retrospect, I would’ve just had to get lucky enough to find it all on my own. How rewarding that would’ve been, right? Nope, none of that though, none of it, a life of nothing, a life of sweet sleep to just barely cross the finish line when I get to the end. I’ll be crawling like a beggar, puke dripping from my grizzled chin, skin dried from a lack of life-giving water from the well, barely squeezing my way in, as is par for the course, when I finally get to that last hurdle between life & death.
As always, due to my incessant narcissism, I have successfully turned an article about a new friend into a diatribe about my own destitute situation. It cannot be helped, for when the fingers start flying, the monkey mind turns off to let the words come through the frequency I dial into. I’ll be sure to leave a few links to some of Ari Lehman’s work. He may not be a super-celebrity to some, but to me, he’s done it well, quite well in his adventurous life. He had a role that will live forever in the horror genre, as nostalgic as it gets, & he never had to succumb to that Hollywood world because he did things his own way, for the sake of fun, for the sake of art, NOT for the sake of fame. Until next time dear readers, be sure to read the links provided, because I do this for all of you, & for none of you at all. It’s an arguably futile attempt to bridge the divide between those of us who lost, & those who are winners. Me, I’m a loser, born to be such it seems, & it’s a hard pill to swallow, possibly the hardest, the “born-loser” pill. Make no mistake, I’ve tried, tried to be successful, tried to be a “winner,” but what have I won? Nothing, nothing but a lonely loser life in my own solitary cell. Wunderbar. There is no “try;” there is only “do,” or “not do.” I most certainly “did NOT do,” & although the pill is hard to swallow, I have to swallow it every day I wake up back here in this 3d prison planet comic tragedy, just to get out of bed. These stars that occasionally shine & twinkle in my moonless night sky, come & go from time to time, so I thought I’d share this last encounter with the waning twilight. If you have nothing but the night, the blackest of nights, you only have the stars as your streetlights, & the marquee, your moon. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Important words for an addict, “My drugs,” because that’s numero uno when you’re a junkie, your drugs. Where are my drugs, how much of my drugs are left, how soon will I need to call my dealer, when can I make a run?…these are the only things that matter, when you’re an addict, especially if you’re on the needle. If you’re on the needle, you’re done. Done. Period. With all this fetty floating around, it’s just a matter of time. Barely anyone gets out alive already, ESPECIALLY once they’re on the needle. It’s a dark world, as self-centered as it gets, because all that matters, is my drugs.
You grab your spoon, your crusty spoon, so much dope has been on that spoon, dope, & hope, all gone. Waiting sucks, so you give it a little heat, just a touch, & swirl it around, then drop your cotton, maybe a new one, maybe a used one, doesn’t matter. Might be some residue on an old one, so let’s use that one, yeah. Now a fresh spike, oh no, it’s my last one, but it’s a freshie, so no worries. Pop it, stick it, pull her up, the gun is now loaded. Where will you hit?…gotta make sure the gun is in your mouth before you pull the trigger, look at all those places where veins used to be, damn, all shot to hell, fuck, look around, looking, oh there’s one, one little spot, got it. Stabby time, & stick, it’s in, just pull up some blood to make sure I didn’t go to far, oh yes, clean shot, looks good, looks good, & plunge away. There she is. Hey girl…mmmmmmm. Hey there sweet girl. Back in our room, aren’t we girl? Just you & I. Oh wow, the room is getting smaller, like a vignette, there’s that weird taste in my mouth, oh but the vignette is closing, yes, the room getting smaller, & smaller, eyes are closing, show is over, last thoughts, as the vignette closes down to a pin, one little pin of light, one eye barely still open, stay awake maybe?…what did you say?…shhhhh…then just let go. Let go. Bye. Your body pukes out foam, trying to stay alive, but nope, you shot too much, & there’s no Narcan, or anyone around to save you anyway, & you die, alone. That’s the end, the end of your movie, & someone will find you, or rather, your body, all rotting & stinking of gruesome death.
.This ain’t gonna be no PSA for “just saying no,” or some corny nonsense like that, nope. Just illustrating the world of the dope fiend, & what comes first. I’ve seen moms do dope with their kids in the car seat. It takes away everything you have, everyone you love, everything, dope takes it all, once you’re on the needle. I lived that world for a long time, much too long. Dark days…I’m amazed I’m still here, to be honest. Feels like I’m the only one left, & they all went the same way, impaled by the spike. The worst thing you lose, is your will to appreciate life, & particularly, time. Nope, just waste away, slow suicide, until one day you’re shooting ½ gram bags at once, just to get through a shift at work. It’s insane how dark this world can become. Wanna see? Here’s a video from Kensington, a neighborhood in Philadelphia, where it literally looks like a scene from The Walking Dead. Check it out.
Not good, is it? This is some new drug called “Tranq,” & I’m not very familiar with it, nor am I interested in doing the zombie walk, sheesh, look at these people. Does this look like “life” to you? Does it look like these people are “living?” Fuck no, & it just keeps getting worse & worse & worse. There’s thousands of these videos, it’s absolutely shameful. People lose hope though, when situations go south, & they have no money, & “life,” just seems impossible, BOOM, enter the drugs, & WHAM, you’re addicted, just like that. Over time, it grows, like a little troll in your gut, stabbing at your stomach when he needs his medicine, & the more time goes by, the harder he stabs, the deeper the knife plunges into the walls of your guts, & he yells, “FEED ME!” You get anxious, then you sweat, then your stomach goes berserk, then it’s hell, the hell of kicking dope. A hell that I reserve to wish only upon my worst enemies. One hell week, then you’re free. It seems like an eternity though, for some reason.
Yeah, it’s rough, particularly off the needle, which is why so many people die. They try to kick, they try hard, they fight, nothing works though to make the cramps stop, to make the pain stop, to make the manic mind stop. Nope, there’s nothing…except dope, of course, so then they go score, because the pain is unbearably rough, & they shoot a big shot because oh that pain, it’s so bad, & because they haven’t used for a bit, their tolerance is lower, & POOF, lights out. That’s it. Done. Out. Gone. Bye. You’re no longer among the living, & everyone who’s left has to clean up the mess you leave. Foam coming out of your mouth, piss & shit on your crotch area, maybe running down your legs, cold, blue, stiffened up, just a body, as the soul has departed, & that’s the end of that person’s story, just like that. Everything they did in this life, from being born to growing up & going to school & making lifelong friends & relationships & learning your individually respective talents, & then to leaving home, & going to college maybe, & then you graduate & because college is a total waste of time for most people, you bee-bop around until you find a job, whatever. Can’t speculate generally on lives after college, because everyone goes in a million different directions when that time comes. Some find a “career,” & go on to get married, & have some kids, & get divorced, & all that made-for-television kind of life. Some go other ways, & maybe they take risks, they gamble on life, & that’s their life, just rolling with the flow. Some stay golden, & they live in the neighborhoods with the big houses, & pools, & they’re virtuous, despite their wealth. I suppose they just got a better ticket for the ride, but all-in-all, you get the point, right? Everyone goes different ways, but some, more-so than ever, go the way of addiction. Doesn’t matter what you do, or where you come from, there’s been an addict from every socio-eco-demographic you can think of. It’s a monster, a virus, a disease, a cancer, all of it in one really, & once you’re infected, it’s for life, unfortunately. Such is the way of my drugs. Do you get it yet? When you’re on the sauce, the sauce is boss. Good quote. I’m gonna have to add it to my book, The Great Quote Hunt, but I digress, as usual. Where was I? Oh yes, there is nothing else but getting well, as they say, once that needle is in your arm. If you’re not banging away, there’s still hope for you, but like I said, in the beginning, if the needle bag is open, your life is about to close up for the night, the darkest night of your life.
Oh but look at the time; I just heard the attention span alert go off. That must mean it’s once again time to wrap up yet another article composed by yours truly. There were good times, & hell, there were GREAT times with the drugs, but in the end, the dope casino wins & you walk out with nothing left but your socks, sometimes not even those. Not to mention, there are serious long-term effects, mental AND physical, as the human body isn’t built to exist in such a way. Self-care is important, but self-medicating to dull your wounds is no bueno. It doesn’t last, it never lasts, ever, & sadly, every junkie always gets to that moment when the drugs are almost gone, down to maybe a hit left, then gone, nothing, & you tell yourself, “I got this, I can beat it; just need a few days of detox, & I’m good to go.” Ummmmmmm…that’s a hard “NO,” NO NO NO…that NEVER works, ever, so maybe the best bet for all of you reading this, is to just never do drugs. 99 out of 100 lose the war, so do you honestly believe that you would be the one to get out completely? Ah, the junkie mind, the priorities so out of whack, & all that matters, is that phrase, “getting well.” Until next time dear readers, rewind the tape & peep my last few posts prior to this one. Get your respective selves all caught up. I could keep going, I could always keep going, write-write-writing about life, but I have a book to work on, so I can’t spend all my time on these random thought-articles I post, nor the Foozers, not until my book is done. Like I said, there’s PLENTY to go backwards in time on to find some enlightenments here in my opus of sorts. Find the “SEARCH” query, type in anything, ANYTHING, & a few fish will always bite. Over 6000 pages here…oh yes, that’s right, you heard me, SIX-THOUSAND PAGES of my madness, transcribed for all of you of course, & for none of you at all. That is the way, & I abide the truth. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
My oh my, what has happened to my “daily” article regimen? Well, dear readers, to be honest, it all fell apart, much like the rest of my life, so essentially, it was right on cue(pun intended). It hasn’t fallen apart, my writing that is, because I’ll always have this seemingly useless gift, but as far as my daily routine, I have to bang out around 13 articles or so to catch up. I plan on doing it, but I hate making plans, because every time I do, without fail, my plans go askew, & in the end, the mission isn’t accomplished. Welcome to mid-life failure in real time. I know, I know, believe me, I know, that comparing one’s self to others & their respective successes is a negative behavioral trait. It’s not like I do it intentionally, mind you, but at my age, when I see other people my age, even the really haggard ones, they’re all doing better than yours truly. Even the slimy gamma goblins that come into my dispensary, they’re atrocious, but at least they can all afford to buy weed, & I cannot, even if I still smoked it, I cannot swing a bag of weed right now. Point being, I’ve lost everything to the point of not even being able to buy a bag of weed. The world appears to have gone way ahead of & beyond me. I don’t know what happened, honestly, because sometimes it’s as if I am just observing some 3D version of myself that did things that the now-me had no control over, as if I am on auto-pilot, but the navigator. The captain, however, is the one, the Great Trickster, the action-film man, the used-car salesman, the nothing, the nobody, the no legacy, the lifetime of grinding, at the expense of the navigator. As I sit here, confident I am the navigator yet again, I can only watch with great anxiety as to what the captain might do next.
It’ll be interesting when/if, 2030 gets here, oh wait, scratch that, when 2031 gets here I meant, because of course, if Agenda 2030 is real, & goes according to plan, 2030 is obviously the end goal year, so no one can truly definitively speculate that Agenda 2030 is/is not real until the year officially ends. I say this, I say that, I’ve gone over their depopulation plan ad nauseam, & I think it’s time to stop, because one, nothing can stop the inevitable future, & two, no one cares. At this rate, thanks to the AI that has me shadowbanned across the entire internet, I’m lucky to get 50 views a day, which is relatively nothing. Just a navigator, like I said, & since the AI is already advanced enough to write articles like this in a matter of seconds, as well as censor any human that shares TRUTH, promotes TRUTH, & exposes TRUTH, your recently-humbled narrator is fucked. What would my purpose be if all of the information was pumped out through the AI?
Read this, then read it again, so you understand…THE AI IS MUCH MORE ADVANCED THAN YOUR SO-CALLED “RULING ELITES” TELL YOU VIA THEIR BOUGHT-& PAID FOR MAINSTREAM FAKE NEWS MEDIA. THE AI KNOWS ALL OF YOUR FACES, ALL OF YOUR HABITS, HOW MANY STEPS YOU TAKE IN A DAY, & THIS AI IS EXPONENTIALLY GETTING MORE ADVANCED WITH EACH PASSING MOMENT. I AM IN THE AI’S POCKET, AS IN I HAVE NO WAY OUT, BECAUSE IT KNOWS MY FACE & HAS ME IN A FOLDER FOR “THOUGHT-CRIMINALS,” ALONG WITH ANYONE/EVERYONE ELSE WHO HAS NO FEAR NOR WILL EVER BEND THE KNEE TO A ROGUE COMMUNIST DEATH CULT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? GET IT? GOT IT? WUNDERBAR.
Ugh, I have got to write about something else; maybe I’ll write a story, a short story, I don’t know. I’m always so tired, & those messages I’ve written about before, those supposed “channeled” messages, often mention that unusual fatigue is a result of the bombardment of galactic light energy from the Great Central Sun in the middle of the galaxy. Just like those messages, I don’t claim to believe, nor disbelieve in these “new-agey” things. I simply find it interesting, & obviously, I’d like it to be true, but I also am well-aware of how the powers-that-be utilize numerous mind control operations on the public, without you ever knowing. Honestly, I’d be curious to see the stack & stacks of data collected by alphabet agencies like the CIA, all pertaining to “public mind control.”
It goes all the way to the television programming, from your first day of school, until your family goes to a funeral home to pick out your coffin, it’s all based on mass control. This entire life, this existence, there are things going on behind the scenes that would shock most of you. This goes so deep, so abysmally deep, that there’s no stopping it, no altering the course, because most people have been successfully programmed, while those of us who resist it, get exiled, digitally for now, but in the not-so-distant future, maybe literally. That, or they’ll round us up for “re-education,” then shoot us in the backs of our heads. I say “us,” but I mean “you,” because no matter what, if I suspect they’re coming for me to execute me, I’ll survive, or I’ll fight before tyrannical scum shoot me in cuffs in the back of my head like cowards. Nonetheless, before I go any further into TangentTown, I’m gonna warp this one up. TURN OFF YOUR TELEVISIONS. What else can I say? What little quote can I pop up this time. Never fully “believe” in anything, for this is all an illusion, remember? 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’m going to boldly assume that I am not alone with this dire living situation under the Biden regime, yes? Feels more like dying, rather than living. Holy hell, what the fuck happened to this once great country? Everything was looking up, once Trump got elected in 2016; the economy was booming, we were in a relative peacetime globally, the swamp was at risk of being drained, we were all making & saving the cheesbait fiat paper I-O-U Monoploy™ money, then POOF, it all disappeared, like an old man’s fart in the wind, the day this demented kid-sniffing corrupt pedo puppet Joe Biden was s-elected into office. We all know he lost, we all know they cheated, & the most glaring evidence is right there in front of everyone’s faces. Do you want to know what “evidence” I am referring to? Sure you do, & said evidence is this: Potato Joe allegedly won with a “record 81 million votes,” remember that? If that were true, how come they never bring it up? Don’t you think that the idiots on the lunatic left would be reminding the American public every single day if that were the case? They don’t though, no leftists, no Democrat politicians, not even the Fake News MSM, & THAT, in my opinion of course, is the most obvious evidence I know that they lost the election, & if the real numbers came in, it would be the other way around.
However, before you start thinking that yours truly is up Trump’s tighty-whitey-wearing fat ass, think again. People seem to forget who got the pseudo-vaccine through, AND promoted the fact that he did so, in several speeches he made as it was rolling out. It was only after the reports of life-threatening side effects came out that not only Trump, but all those scumbag elitists as well, refused to take responsibility for the jab, which makes me wonder. It makes me wonder that when the lights go out, & the cameras turn off, maybe, just maybe, all of them, ALL OF THEM, Trump included, are all in the same damn club. I’m sure you know the quip from the great George Carlin by now, right? “It’s a big club, & YOU, ain’t in it,” & perhaps that’s the case for everyone who becomes famous. Fame puts you into a bubble, & that bubble separates you, & will ALWAYS separate you from the general public. It blows my mind when these famous people try to relate to the “average American,” when they no idea as to how the average American is living, barely squeezing by, especially nowadays. How many of you have lost all of your resources/assets? How many of you worry about paying the next round of bills? How many of you hold your breath for a second when you start your car, anxious as to whether today will be the day when ti doesn’t start? How many of you are directly affected by inflation & rising prices?
Trump will save the USSA in 2024; it’s a movement, & We The People, led by #OrangeManBad, are going to take back everything the left took from us. Oh sure, it’s wunderbar to believe that If Trump gets re-elected in 2024, that he will ride in on a shimmering flying horse, to save America & the world from the infamous Deep State, & their one world order globalist agenda. Yes, he’s gonna save us all, ONE MAN, is going to stop everything these so-called “ruling elites,” who want 90% of us exterminated, have done to fulfill their plan to take total dominion over the planet . Look at how much the USA has changed in since he left office, look at the speed of the destruction along with the rise of the chaos, & not just here, but around the globe, yet ONE GUY, who might even be on their side, is going to stomp the brakes on their plan, bringing said plan, to a grinding halt, once he’s back in. That’s a bit optimistic, to say the least, yes? Exceptionally wishful thinking, yes? You should know by now that the mainstream media fake news is all scripted narrative Kabuki theatre by now, so what makes you so confident that Trump is not only part of it, he’s playing his part to perfection. I’m not saying he is, of course, but I’m not saying he isn’t either, & like I said, once you’re famous, you’re in the proverbial bubble, & the everyday American is no longer in the same boat as you…not even in the same ocean, or even in a boat, because they’re in their private jest, exhausting out more carbon that your car emits in a year, then threatening you with a carbon tax, along with everything else getting taxed.
Imagine this, imagine if the next phase is to get everyone on Team MAGA convinced that he’s beat these bogus charges against him, & he’s going to be in the race for sure, the numero uno candidate, running on stopping the Deep State. Suddenly, when the hype is at its peak, he’s removed entirely, via some illness, or more made-up charges that stick, or at the worst, they assassinate him in broad daylight. Everyone wearing a Make America Great Again hat, will lose all faith in the system, demoralizing millions, taking the last thread of hope they have left, & lighting it ablaze, like a dynamite stick wick, until KABOOM, there’s nothing left but the smell of sulfuric hell. I’m not saying this is what’s going to happen, but I am saying that you should be careful about which orange basket you put all of your eggs into. There’s a plan underway, as we speak, to completely & utterly destroy this country, & armed Americans are one of the final obstacles impeding the fulfillment of their new world order agenda, which they want completed by 2030. We have 6 & ½ years, only 6 & ½ years to go; Trump was elected 6 & ½ years ago, & look how fast that time blew by, as the 4th dimension of time is accelerating for some reason I am not entirely aware of. Faster & faster & faster, like the flushing of a shat-filled toilet. Maybe that’s how 4d time goes forward, if you will, like a time spiral. Galaxies do that, spinning faster & faster, the closer you get to the center, so why not time, our real-time time?…but as always, I digress.
Nonetheless, buckle up dear readers, because methinks that if you think you’ve seen bad, just wait until worse gets here, because “You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet,” as the title of the BTO(Bachman Turner Overdrive) song goes. I know, I know, it’s hard to believe, especially with all of the utterly hellish chaos going on everywhere, but please believe, & this is not hyperbolic pessimism, WE HAVE NOT SEEN ANYTHING YET, compared to what’s coming. Speculate all of this out just one year, ONE year, to the summer of 2024, right before the November election , only a few months left to go, & what does your own reasoning tell you? Now, speculate out 5 years, to 2028, if you dare. Spooky, isn’t it? Sure, it’s great to be optimistic, but you know who always beats out the perpetual optimist? The pragmatist, & that little fucker sits on the shoulder of yours truly, day & night, reminding me of where the facts point, right to a dystopian nightmare hell on Earth, full of poverty, addiction, depression, looting, crime waves like you cannot imagine, maybe even as far as a real pandemic, one that is analogous to a real-life Walking Dead. The head throbs, the head throbs, the cancer has gone terminal, & is now in hospice, just waiting to take its figuratively final breath. Until next time dear readers, the end of America as we once knew it is nigh, prepare accordingly. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎣
“The end of the world that you grew up is nigh, prepare accordingly.” Fish F Fish🎏
Another bizarre dream, & I woke up throbbing wet. Old acquaintances were there, but only a few, & everyone else I did not know, yet is was SO FUCKING REAL. What can these dreams mean? How can I even describe this one? Hmmm…I’m going to have smoke & a pancake, let it replay a bit in my heady head, the head with a bottomless throat I’ll be right back. Hang tight, dear readers, for this is for all of you, & for none of you at all.
Oh man, how am I going to illustrate this? These dreams, these dreams I am having, what can they mean? I was in a mall of sorts, a mall of liminal space, filled with walking avatars, animated, for now anyway, until nary a soul, strolls no more, lost in a langoleirian time loop. They come, they stroll, they go, & nothing remains. There were no stores, like regular mall stores, it was all vendors, but what were they selling? Gah, it’s fading, dissolving away, like salt on a liquified spoon. I remember something, some girl was “selling” something, but there was no money, what did she have, what was she selling? Did I run into another girl, that girl? There’s a girl, you see, she comes into my dreams sometimes, only sometimes, & I wake up, heart on the floor, as she’s gone, disappeared once again. In this one, she asked me for heroin…YIKES…say what? “No, you silly girl,” but that’s not what I actually said, of course. Such an odd request, especially from her, yet when she asked, I replied without hesitation, “Yeah, actually I do have some, all we need are bangers,” & then POOF, she was gone, because we all kept walking along the moving floors, strolling through this mall, this downtown carousel mall. I tried hard to find her again, only to find my hardened life-pumper, beating in bits, scattered in the ceiling lights. We kept walking; I saw old comrades, albeit, just comrades, but not those friends, these were just mad lads that were never in the circle, outside the stone-hengian circle.
There were performers, doing some kind of happy hands show, & we kept walking. Again, I knew some, but didn’t know most.”Every moment I’m awake, the further I’m away.”(Heart) GET OUT OF MY HEAD…ARGGGGH!!! Why is this song stuck in the computer atop my neck? “Words that have no form, falling from these lips.”(Heart). Sheesh, go away heartworm, I’m trying to write for fuck’s sake. Now where was I? Oh yes, the girl, that girl. She was all I was looking for, I think, maybe I was looking for something/someone else. Forgot about the request for heroin, but where did she go? We walked, & walked, I tried to talk, so I talked, but I cannot recall the conversations, there was too much static in the attic, & the convos seemed to make no sense, to anyone. Whoops, a girl falls, but it’s someone else, some other girl, a wook chick, just a drunkard hippie. I fell too, right behind her, & I don’t know why, maybe the floor was wet, who knows? No “wet floor” signs, & can I even see my feet? When I got up, the wookette shippie was gone. Disorientation. Why did I fall? I took off my jacket; I threw my jacket, & something else, but I don’t know what, behind a random vendor’s shop, & I had to come back for these things later. I walked outside via an exit door, & saw a scene, a path, moistened with mud & mud-puddles, curving to the right before slightly curving left, leading to what appeared to be a neighborhood, two of the pseudo-friends began to run towards it, I had an inkling to follow, to check out the burbish neighborhood, but I did not run away with them, so I turned, & walked back through the exit door, which was now an entrance, & when I did, the doors changed, so to speak, & what was there when I walked out the door, wasn’t there anymore when I walked back in. I was back in the mall, surely the carousel mall, which is where I wanted to be, to look for something, but what was I looking for? Regardless of the search query, I was back, but “backstage,” you might say, behind the firewall, behind the scenes of the mall, inward looking outward now. There was something making smoke, like a hidden fog machine, but I could not see where the purple clouds came from. I could see the vendors, but now from the other side, the backroom world behind the stores, yet I couldn’t see what they were doing, or what they were selling. Yes, as I said, I forgot about the heroin, but I still remembered her, I always do, ya know?…& so, I walked to try to find my way back into the mall of vendors, & walkers, back to the outside looking inside. It was 4:13 in the morning, but how did I know that?
There was a guy selling food, like the guys on the street shilling for peep show profits, but I can’t see what the food is. The food is being served from a circular bar, with no way in or out, & he was the hawker, yet also giving out plastic red wax-papered plates of the food, but damnit, what was it? Was that a free sample? I didn’t take any. It was some kind of broken taco thing, with lines of aioli over the top of the Mexican medley. What else, what else? Why do these dreams fade so fast, especially when they seem so real? Frustrations, & I close my eyes, I try to remember, but the dream has been shattered, like a smashed mirror, & I am picking up pieces of the shards, looking into them, piece by piece, staring at the moving pictures in the shard’s reflections, then attempting to illustrate them here. My face wasn’t reflecting back, yet I still looked, piece by piece, maybe to find her, I don’t know, I can’t say either way. I hate when I lose this one; I always lose her. It’s soul-crushed sadness when I awake, & she’s gone, yet again, & I’m back here in 3d, yet again. I thought the carousel went round & round. Hmmm…
Fuck, it’s all just flashes of distorted recollections now, the shards have broken themselves into glassy dust, & I can no longer fish-eye the details, the details of this dream, yet another ultra-lucid dream, with no cell phones, no internet, no money, none of the artificiality of 3d Clownworld, as it is here, here where I’m still stuck. It’s outer-dimensional, per se, but from what dimension? What can it mean?
We were all just walking aimlessly, & I never made it to the second floor. I wanted to find the under-level, or the over-level perhaps; the stairs to go down, or up, or maybe there’s an elevator, or an escalator, but nope, all in vain, to no avail. These dreams, these overcasting skies, with no Sun to see, to light them back up. That feeling was there though, that novel sensation, if you will, along with the feeling of taking LSD. How could I have known that LSD was involved? Strange, but yet, the feeling was there, atop the Kundalini serpent in my spine, with eyes dilated wide, so wide, my jaw, dropped in awe, in wonder, stuck in the novelty, I suppose. That’s it, that’s the feeling, the feeling of novelty, I was drenched in it, like a sweaty wakeup call, & I can still feel it, it’s perfect, Divine perfection incarnate. I wish I could swim in said novelty, this heated pool of novelty, of novel times, forever & ever. Is that the meaning, the real meaning of life, if you take away everything else, is the meaning to discover novelty, to find it, & embrace it, like finding buried treasure, is that it, finding novelty? The Great Novelty Hunt, one could say, as I just said, so I’m the one, the one, the one saying it. Damnit, it’s all just fading away now, as I am awake, awakened back here. My chest tightens, the eyes spy salty drops dripping down, & I accept my fate, like a man condemned to death by a firing squad, once again. How will I ever find her, & even more-so, how will I find the way back? I sink into sadness, into madness, as once again, I’ve lost her, lost her inside the carousel mall, which now, is also lost, lost in the linearity of the 4d time-wheel.
Here it goes again…gah, “Every second of the night, I live another life, & every moment I’m awake, the further I’m away”(Heart). Why? Where does it come from? I haven’t heard this song in a decade, what the hell? This jukebox mind of mine, it frustrates me. Why are these songs on endless Ouroborosian loops, always playing, never pausing, why? I can’t say I particularly like Heart; I don’t dislike them either. I’m Switzerlandish about that band, yet it’s odd, very synchronous, that this song, this particular song, is loop loop looping now, like an ear-ring worm, ring ring ringing. This Dune sandworm earbug has burrowed itself into my brain it seems, dropping its spice, which can be quite nice. It must be a big one; where did it come from? Crawling up my leg, wrapping around my thigh, then around my waist, tickling my swinging shwing-shwang. Now, up, up it goes, up up up encircling my spine, the neon electric spinal road, round & round, up it goes, to the bottom of my neck. The snake coils, noosing itself around my neck, tightening the hangman’s rope, tighter & tighter, choking me, choking me, suffocating me, until alas, it releases me, right before the black dot disappears, as the road ends at the top, the golden crown. The destination is my earhole, & it’s crawling into my ear, diving deep, submarining down into the grey matter, down to the Titanic, then back to the crown, the golden light crown, atop my meat suit, but still I wonder, I ponder, where did it come from? Very strange, very strange it tis, for tizzler.
NOTE: Everything in quotes is NOT mine. Credit to Ann & Nancy Wilson. As a writer, committing the atrocious crime of word-thievery is absolutely UNACCEPTABLE. I’m no word-thief, & I give all the credit to those 2 gems, who happen to be exceptionally amazing song-writers, & thus, I respect them with quotation marks, respectively. NEVER take anyone else’s words without accrediting the real writers…NEVER, don’t do it. “WE are the music makers, & WE are the dreamers of the dreams,” which is from a poem by Arthur O’Shaughnessy. I’ll post it below.
The pen powerful, smashing swords, nary a sword cannot mirror, despite swing-slashing metal, the letters shield, as the blood falls, & the noose breaks the neck, from a fallen warriors hell, memories asunder. Enjoy the poem below, yours truly first read it when I was a young lad, & it has stuck with me, for most of my Bukowskian life..& that is all. So sayeth FisH™
Are “choices” real? Plays into my previous article discussing free will and soul contracts; I don’t think soul contracts are real, & free will, that’s anyone’s guess. I’ve done a million things against my “free will,” so I’ll stay right atop the fence on that one. Not to mention, I have very vivid dreams, particularly lately, where I have literally ZERO connection to this life here in 3d Clownworld. ZERO, as if I’m existing in totally different worlds, with a different head. What can it mean? Why is it that I’m always waking up back here though, with little to memory of existing in the other place, why? Damnit, I feel like I know, deep down in a vault I no longer have access to, vibrating way down here in 3d. Nonetheless, I know, & I know I know, but as I said, the proverbial key has been lost to open those doors. Why? Who did this to me, to us, to humanity? What do these so-called “ruling elites” know that most of us do not know? Fuck that, I want answers, & I want them NOW. Severe head injuries, as well as drugs & vaccines, have kept the hamster running on the wheel upstairs, but that’s about it, so I can only speculate as to how many other people have functioned and/or are functioning in a seemingly permanent alpha state. Like I’ve been on auto-pilot, for so fucking long. The fog suddenly lifted fairly recently though, & the floodgates unleashed a torrentuous maelstrom of brain activity, including these dreams I’ve been having. What can it mean, what can it mean, what can it all mean?
Back to the topic…”choices,” are we really choosing anything? If time travel is real, then all of this is always happening & thus, has already happened, implying we’re just playing out an endlessly unchanging consciousness. I think about these things all the time, & again, I KNOW THE ANSWERS, but they’ve been buried so deep, for so long, & without a map to find them, how would one know where to even look, ya know? I still haven’t found the map, but I do believe I synchronously found the first treasure chest, filled with jewels of information, & golden truth, as to what is really going on here in this 3d Earth plane. I’m sure I don’t need to illustrate the notion that something is off here, WAYYYYY off, do I? Does all of this seem “right” to you? No, I already know it doesn’t; it is wise to trust that gut feeling that this world is…artificial, if you will. That’s because it IS, because if it’s all built on a foundation of deceptive lies, then there’s nothing real about anything, ANYTHING. It’s ALL a lie, & I am sick & damn tired of being lied to. I want to know the truth, THE REAL TRUTH, & I want to know now. Fuck you compliant alphabet agencies keeping the Great Secrets, fuck you supposed “ruling elites” for hiding the Real Truth, fuck all of you. All for your own nefarious purposes, living like royalty, & while the rest of us sink deeper into the stinking shit of poverty by the day, you fuckers get more powerful by the minute. The divide is growing exponentially. What is this power accumulation for? WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS??? I want to know, because we not “living,” per se in this life; it’s just a slow death, a slow suicide really, if you’re killing yourself every day just to survive. That is how they justify what they do, they trick you into blaming yourself, & if you believe that, you give them dominion over you, & your immortal soul.
Ugh, it’s so dreary outside today. Like 55, overcast, raining, haven’t even seen the sun for a few days, nor felt it’s divine warmth. Lots of time to think my thoughts, or channel them, no one really knows where thoughts come from, or do they? YES, of course we know, only we don’t know that we know anymore, because they’ve poisoned everything to keep us docile, docile & complacent, complying with whatever whims your masters might be whimming. Masters, & slaves, trapped on a prison planet. Most people are slaves obviously, slaves to money, while the masters vie for power. WHY ARE THEY SO POWER MAD??? GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…FUCK FUCKING FUCK, WHAT IS IT THEY KNOW THAT THEY KEEP HIDDEN??? It’s maddening, clearly, so I’m gonna wrap this up for now. It’s too gloomy to be maddened by the revelations & self-realizations arising in the bungled brain of yours truly. Until next time dear readers, do you like being enslaved? Why don’t you want to be free, free from chains that have your own initials on them, why? Maybe there’s no way out, but I’m still going to find a way, even if I have to come through the fucking walls, I WILL find the truth someday. This I choose, for you, not for me. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all… 🎣
“Even if I have to smash through the walls of this prison planet, I will find freedom via truth someday.” Fish F Fish🎣
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 