Trump 2016

Be a Creator…

 

Vote Trump 2016,

and let’s make America great again.

More to come.

Love to all.

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2016 Begins…

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Methinks 2016 is going to be a very exciting year. Lots going on around this insane asylum planet, lots of chaos and madness coming to a head. Crazytown everywhere…yikes. Political correctness is a fucking joke and I hope that pseudo novelty dies with deathly silence in 2016. Nazis came up with PC by the way, think about that next time you have a mind-quandry about if what you are saying or thinking is PC. Fuck PC, and fuck the far left liberal faggots that keep trying to make everyone “progressive” with this special interest PC agenda. YOU AREN’T PROGRESSIVE MORONS, get over yourselves….smh. And then there’s the new agers that think they can save the madhouse by loving everyone in some heavenly unconditional manner. Not gonna happen. Realize that the battle is futile, and move on. 85 to 90%, still clueless, the numbers aren’t really changing, because for every ONE person who snaps out of the fluoride coma, 1000 more drink the Kool-Aid. Like I said, a fucking madhouse, an asylum of ignorant stupidity at its finest. No negativity here, just raw pragmatism. It’s not that I’m not into the love, oh I love, and I love to love, but have YOU seen it out there? My God, there are bloody savage mutants everywhere, and they’re exponentially breeding more of themselves, just like Idiocracy. Yes, it is real, IDIOCRACY, even though it’s not recognized as a word on spellcheck apparently. So where will this dumbed-down hoard of mental morons pull this flailing humanity with the great weight off their mass retardation?  When will these masses of asses finally sink the boat? Maybe something is on the way to alter that course, to stop them from drowning themselves, and everyone else in the wake of their proverbial obesity…Black Swan Event perhaps…because if this boat keeps plowing on this way, there is only doom on the horizon. That’s truth, that is just a fact, probably mathematically and statistically very accurate even. Nope, NOT fear porn here, you know we don’t roll that way round here…and besides, it’s way beyond that. This is just a cold wake-up call, and by now you either get it, or you don’t…if you are still scared to get out of your Cave, stay there, and wait for your masters to come sort you out. However, if you have freed yourself, be ready, because I don’t think anyone really knows what one can expect is going to happen in the New Year, but tis looking like rough seas ahead…

Oy vey, what’s to come, what’s to come?

Whatever happens, just remember what I always say…

“Do NOT give in to fear.”

Learn to transform fear into power, then use that power to free yourself from the shackles of the Cave,

 or don’t…

up to you, not me.

And that’s where I stop for the year before I digress into a few 1000 words and blaze out of 2015 with a bing-banging wahoo…

…thus the rootin, tootin GIF above…

So be brave hermanos y hermanas,

and Happy New Year. 

Cheers.

Love to all.

Haunted By You

Pensive and quiet
Like forever was
In a chrysalis, she waits for us
And she takes from us
Oh sweet life, why give and take from us?
It’s all for you
It’s all for truth

Feels like I’m holding you down
But you won’t leave me alone
And you’re holding me now
But I’m so far away from you

There’s no home
No home like the one I found in you
Now you’re running away
Oh to feel like a child again…

And the song he sings, he brings to life for you
It’s all for you
It’s all for you…

And the words he places on the page just can’t admit
This song’s for you
This song’s for you…

Feels like you’re holding me down
But I can’t leave you alone
And I’m holding you now
But you’re so far and lost to me

There’s no home
No home like the one I found in you
Now I’m running away
And I feel like a child again
Oh to feel like a child again…

And I’m haunted by you
I’m haunted by you

Every song I sing, it brings me back to you
I’m haunted by you
I’m haunted by you
I’m haunted by you…

Yet another gem from my old friends.

Listen, love, share.

I know it’s been a while dear friends…

…more to come.

Love to all.

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Mesh

Another epic song from the ashes of Joy Division,

which rose again as New Order…

…enjoy…

Mesh

Below the surface this day I need it light
Inside dimension lies another sacrifice
Once out of reach, we never speak, we never compromise
As they turned to gold the edges froze,
and seemed to turn to ice
All flight departures assembled not returned
Left in these passions I looked but never learned
There’s hope, you’ve heard there’s life in another world
Sometimes you’ll find that truth is never kind
In the ghost lies a portrait of space that time is never here
In the mind of a fallen man, an easy day in another land
Ship sails out to sea, away from me, I just stand and stare
Assassin clears his hands, I know that and,
I wasn’t even there
One day it came to mind we even leave the rest behind
Some day, I know, you get where you should go
There’s hope, you’ve heard,
there’s life in another world
Sometimes we’ll find that truth is never kind
One day it came to mind we even leave the rest behind
Some day, I know, we even get where we used to go
There’s hope, you’ve heard there’s life in another world…
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…love to all…

Super Ball Sunday

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The fascination the masses have over obsessing about the way men,

and sometimes women,

play with their proverbial balls,

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culminates tomorrow for that classic America pastime,

dubbed “Super Bowl Sunday.”

However,

as the title suggests,

perhaps since it IS in fact,

the aforementioned culmination of ball-playing,

why not just call it…

… the SUPER BALL?…

Yes, Super Ball Sunday…

…a day of celebration for celebrating balls…

…yes, your very own festive holiday of balls,

the best balls day of all,

Super Ball day,

tomorrow,

on Super Ball Sunday.

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Being broad-cast,

via televised programming,

straight into the brains of millions,

and millions,

of automatonic sheeple,

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who will be drooling over said balls,

and how those balls get played with,

highlighted by some bizarrely symbolic half-time ritual show,

while they drink their beer,

and get fatter on hot wings,

screaming and yelling and feeding into a drama,

cast all in the name of balls.

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Quite the accomplishment humanity…

…Super Ball Sunday…

…cheers…

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…love to all…