This is just an update, a lil’ update, in regards to my daily Foozers. Of course, I will be continuing these on the day-to-day, no worries there, but I am ALSO going to be writing a new book. That’s the plan anyway, & luckily for me, almost none, NONE, of my plans ever reach fruition. Never fails, yet still I push that boulder back up the hill, only for it roll back down over me in true Sisyphusian fashion. I cannot reveal the title, or the contents, as I am saving all of that for the day it’s successfully published. I’ll offer one hint for you though dear readers, & that hint is this: All the fish you can eat shall be served.
No, don’t even try, because you’ll never guess what my book is going to be about, as it should be. Gotta hang on to the novelty, right? Also, what if the book is never written, but I offered a nebulous hint, as well as proclaiming, “I’m going to write a new book,” would that be kosher? No, it clearly wouldn’t, & thus, you’ll all just have to wait. I got the starting paragraph rolling, but there’s still a lonnnnnnng way to go. Ironically, it feels analogous to a cross-country drive. Once you get going, you’re going, & going, & going…go, go, GO, you’re trucking’ right along. Eventually, after some stops for gas, & beef jerky, & sleepy sleepies, you complete your journey. You’re home; your book is complete. Get that one? Got that one? Grrrrrrrrrreat Lumbergh.
Clever analogies are fun, yes? They are for me; it almost feels like finding a relic with a metal detector, when one of these literary devices discovers yours truly, as I discover it. It’s a mutual discovery, & then once you all read it, we’ve all discovered, isn’t that Wunderbar? I digress though, as always, even on a short little pop-tart article like this one. Not even an article, per se, it’s more like an announcement, like a graduation announcement, or perhaps a wedding announcement. Holy hell, analogies, similes, so much metaphorical literary language. Whatever will we do? I don’t know about you, dear readers, but I know what I am going to do, & that is to GET STARTED ON WRITING A BOOK. I capped that because it’s not just for me, it’s for you, for all of you, & for none of you at all. If you say you’re a writer, a REAL writer, a true warrior of the quill, then where’s your writing? If you can’t show it, your girlfriend can blow it. How bout them matzah balls? Until next time Fishheads, remember this: It all begins with a pen. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
“It all begins with a paintbrush & a pen.” Fish F Fish🎏
Jesus Christ, what is up with all the incessant whining lately? Sheesh. Everyone blaming everyone for everything. ZERO regard for their own actions, just bitch, bitch, bitch. Now my black ass is complaining about the complaining, but in a justifiable way. One can only sit back & listen to it for so long before GAHHHHHHHHHHH…how about you whiny fuckers SHUT THE FUCK UP? Look inward. What is it YOU do? I’ve never seen such mass self-centeredness in my 40-plus years on this rock that’s flying through space. It’s NEVER your fault, is it? It’s as if projection is a second language these days, isn’t it? The mass mental illness has so many facets, & blaming people for your own actions is a primary feature of this global psychosis. Never YOUR fault, is it?
No, apparently it isn’t, but it’s so far-gone that I don’t know that there’s any coming back. When you let people whine & whine & bitch & moan & blame everyone but their own narcissistic selves without any rebuttal and/or consequences, they just go further & further of the deep end of the pool. Well, as a society, we’ve allowed that, & now look where we are…stuck in Clownworld. Honk honk honk. Who else is OVER the honk honk honking? I know I am, & from this point on, when someone bitches to me about something, they’re going to get the treatment they deserve, which entails me telling them to SHUT THE FUCK UP & TAKE SOME GOD-DAMNED PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR OWN ACTIONS. Yes, YOUR shit stinks too, so maybe wipe YOUR own ass for fuck’s sake.
Anyway, let’s see what’s happening in the news. Geez Louise, I just had to get that out in the previous paragraphs. Sick of it. So moving on, we have these trains derailing apparently, STILL, one big one today in North Dakota & one smaller one in the Mojave Desert now I see. TWO in one day, & if any of you believe the fake news that these are “random,” & not deliberate, you probably wear a mask when you’re alone in your own car. No, these “random” events are not random, they’re attacks, DELIBERATE attacks, by parties unknown. I’d wager some little gang was organized by deep state operatives to commit these crimes. I’m sure they’re getting paid well too, because it seems like every day there’s another train derailing, & today there was TWO, two in one day. Yes, we are being attacked, but will anything be done about it? Nope, & I can assure you this will continue, along with all the other shadowplay going on in the darkness, because no one ever does a fucking thing about it. Just another news article, nothing to see here, now get back to work you filthy peasants.
I’m just gonna leave this article where it is. The whining & complaining & trains derailing is hardly entertaining, it’s just draining. Clownworld drains & sucks the zeitgeist, the zeitgeist that they have hijacked, & the Katamarian snowball is so full of proverbial garbage now. LARPers larping in real-life, crying about every fucking thing they can, as if they seek out things to bitch about. Scripted fake news narratives being broadcast via televised programmed echo chambers that people assume are true & thus, act accordingly. Identity politics, catering to fringe minorities, pushing socialist agendas, just STOP you fuckers. Maybe knock it off already with the fiction becoming non-fiction. It just keeps growing though, getting exponentially worse, & that’s not hyperbole, it’s a fact. When do we hit critical mass? How many of you even know what sociodynamics are? I’d wager maybe 1 out of 100…maybe. The FisH™ abides though, & provided YOU links so YOU can help yourself by learning something new. That’s a perfect real-time example of positive complaining. I complain about YOU not knowing things, but instead of whining about it & blaming you, I offer links, I HELP YOU, I take responsibility, & try to correct YOUR incorrectness, rather than projecting my own rage at your ignorance outward toward you.
It’s as if I’m speaking Mandarin Chinese apparently, because my inclinations fall on wax-filled deafened ears. Anyway, these “random accidents,” these train derailments, these food processing plant fires, expect them to continue & get more prevalent. I bet anyone $100 that one of those two events will be reported in tomorrow’s news. Any takers? Let me know in the comments & when I win the bet, you can just stick that Hundo into my PayPal account link over there on the right side of the page if you’re viewing this in full-site mode, or just click the link I provided above. My site is MUCH more dynamic in full-site mode, & if you’re only reading this on the phone view, you’re missing out on all the widgets that I meticulously added onto this opus of mine. Closing in on 5000 pages; 5000 pages full of information for all of you, & for none of you at all. It’s what I do, for free, because writing is my passion, & if you have a passion that you passionately pursue, despite a taxed paycheck, you understand why I do what I do. There’s so much more to this life than bullshit paper fiat I-O-U money. It’s artificial, a pseudo-currency, & the real currency is what YOU create out of love, not what you get paid to do. Okay, I’m done with this one. Until next time dear readers, look inward before you project outward. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“Look inward, before you project outward.” Fish F Fish🎏
Sunday again…man these weeks fly by, it’s so insane, isn’t it? Certainly, I am NOT alone noticing this, am I? I don’t think I am, because I have a fancy-fingered friend that agrees with me. “Friday to Friday,” he says, & damn if he isn’t right over the target. He doesn’t seem to miss much these days; I drop red pills his way like Pez, & he returns the favor with his own 3-headed cow shots, so I’ll give him real proper credit for the agreement that the 4th temporal dimension of time is NOT just seeming to go faster as we age, it actually IS going faster. I’ve mentioned the analogy of the flushing toilet several times in prior posts, but it’s not just for imagery’s sake, since the 4d time spiral operates, for lack of a better word, like a flushing toilet. Faster & faster, as the spiral tightens, faster & faster, until the logs you dropped off at the porcelain pool SWOOSH away, into the hole at the end of the spiraling. What if it’s a black hole, causing the time spiral to speed up until IT flushes itself too? Wouldn’t that be crazy? Time moves faster & faster until all of us, the planet, the Sun, the entire solar system, until we get SWOOSHED too, as the black hole gobbles us all up. “Where would we go?” I say to myself. Where do YOU think we go? What could be on the other side?
Does the inside become the outside again? Is it Ouroboroscious, time eating its own tail as the end becomes the beginning, only to become the end again someday? Remember, time itself is only relative as we know it from our 3d perception, & we barely even “know” anything about anything at all, do we? Nope, humans, myself definitely included, are dumb as fuck, but hang on…don’t get mad at me just yet. I say we’re dumbasses, MYSELF INCLUDED, because the powers-that-be have hijacked the zeitgeist, filling human minds with endlessly senseless broadcast programming to keep us from knowing our true power. If we had our true power, we wouldn’t need them, now would we? Trust me, they know this though, which is why they do all they can to suppress us, to keep us docile, to only let us learn what they say we can learn, to make us fat, so we’re too lazy & slow to do anything productive other than work at some ridiculous job we hate for slave wages. They’re poisoned the food, the water, the air, the public education system, the workforce, the government, the military, essentially the entire world, you could say, has been envenomated with this cancer they’ve created. Yes, your so-called leaders are a malevolently malignant cancerous mass, & at this point, I fear the cancer is too widespread & out of control to be stopped, much less eradicated.
Anyway, back to the flushing time toilet, because as I write this in my present, then you read it in my past, the spiral loops & loops, faster & faster, coiling up, toward what though? Great question, thanks for playing. To be honest, & obviously, I don’t have a fucking clue. If I did, I’d clue you all in, but like I said, I have no idea really, & everything I think about it is speculation. Can’t find the truth without speculating on the truth first. I’m gonna have to quote that one. Yep, dat rando fish-ism be a keepa fo sho(in some made-up tropical-islandian accent). I have a fun little book of quotes I’m putting together, & have quite a few now, but I digress, as usual. Let’s see here, where was I? I wrote half of this then got distracted, & now several hours later, I’ve lost the frequency I had previously dialed into. Maybe adjust the dial a bit…static, static, some savagely extremest Christian preacher screaming about God, no that won’t do, static, static, Mexican radio, nope, keep turning, static, static, hang on, BOOM, the flushing toilet of time station, got it, a bit to the right, & there it is, clean frequency. Oh yeah, the hole, so what’s in this hole? You know the hole, the hole that drains the toilet, but as it relates to the 4th dimension of time, if time, particularly spacetime as we know it, is in fact an ever-acceleratingly tightening spiral, sucking into its own hole, per se, what is THAT hole?
A toilet hole is just the pipe that sucks the poopoos & peepees & soiled toilet paper into the sewer, then to a water processing plant, then after the water has been purified, it comes right back to fill up that toilet you just flushed, analogous to the Ouroboros, is it not? Now clearly, we have to draw a line in the similarities, right, or do we? Maybe WE are the poopoos & peepees & soiled toilet paper getting flushed, right now in real time, circling round & round, down down down, sucking down into the great hole of mystery. I mentioned earlier that perhaps it’s a black hole, the one in the center of our galaxy, & since scientists can STILL only theorize what is actually there, we have no way to truly know unfortunately, now do we? Some say it’s a black hole, some say it’s The Galactic Central Sun. If it’s a “central sun,” it’s fucking huge, YUGE, like insanely massive, almost unfathomable how big it is, but since most people seem to constantly underestimate just how big space itself actually is, they just see the images of galaxies from our space telescopes & think little of it. I’d wager most of the populous never thinks of space beyond looking up at the night sky occasionally. Nonetheless, we are tiny, teeny weeny tiny teeny, arguably at an sub-atomic level compared to the size of not only the Universe, not just our own Milky Way galaxy, but even in our own little solar system, we are so fucking small, just quarks in meat suits. Isn’t it surreal how we can use microscopes to see things that to us, are incredibly small, but if you zoom out the other way, WE become the aforementioned “incredibly small” particles. Wanna see just how small & big we are at the same time? Check out this video below I linked for you, dear readers. The FisH™ abides, & you know this.
Cool video, right? My favorite part is that when the zoom is fully out, & we can see the Universe as one big mass, it looks EXACTLY like the synapses in our own brains. Maybe our brains are their own Universes, & we live in the brain of some entity that exists in a higher spatial dimension, could that be true? If it were true, it would be an entity from the 8th dimension, or perhaps the 13th, but sadly, we can never know from this 3rd dimension we are all currently stuck in. It’s impossible actually, which only amplifies how incredibly small we are in all aspects. That’s right, we are just tiny little meat puppets, with an equally tiny fractional consciousness. I could keep going with this topic, as any of regular readers know.
Oh yes, I could write 10000 pages about the smallness of humanity, & another 10000 pages about humanity’s ignorance & disturbing lack of humbleness of their respectively tiny sizes. Oh the complaints, the incessant whining, the loud-mouthed programming, the exaggerated -isms, you’re all so important, right? The Universe so vast, revolves around something so pathetically insignificant as yourself, & so many of you not only believe that, you exist accordingly. Me me me me me, mine mine mine mine mine, whine whine whine whine whine, the redundant complaints & bitching about your egocentrically obnoxious lives, especially in Clownworld. Modern 4th wave women, beta twerp simp males, & self-absorbed homosexuals, just bitch machines. Leave your complaints with the manager & shut the fuck up already. Sick of fucking hearing it from every God-damned direction it seems like. Obviously, not directing this at anyone specifically, because I’m speaking proverbially, & if you have a solid grasp on your own critical-thinking skills, you understand the YOU that I’m referring to. I admit, we’ve all been self-centered at times, but this modern-day LARPing, ugh, it’s an entire pseudo-lifestyle that revolves around “self.” What the fuck makes YOU so special, any & all & none of you? What do you do that implies everyone else bend the knee to you, & kiss your smelly ass? See Tik-Tok for examples, or just click the cringy link I left.
Okay, before I go off the rails with more ramblous rambling, I’m gonna end this Sunday Foozeronay. Yikes, what a terrible display of garbage alliteration, sheesh. Regardless, until next time dear readers, remember you small you really are, & how vast your consciousness can be, but you can’t let your smaller self get caught up in your higher self. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
Don’t let your smaller self, get caught up in your higher self.” Fish F Fish🎏
I wish I could make this up, but this is not satire, & although I know Trump actually DID win, is this really necessary? Seriously, come on now, as if the idiocracy wasn’t bad enough from the other side, the side that’s supposed to be relatively sane does this, & everyone revels in it, as if it’s a new national anthem? It’s corny as fuck, & if she wasn’t a pretty country girl, would anyone take this seriously? Nope, but because she IS a hot country girl, she’s oh so stunning & brave, the MAGA army eats it up…nomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom…honk honk honk. Are we gonna have to hear this song every day from now until 2024?…then beyond that too?
To the left here, if you’re in “full-site” mode, you can even read an article about this song, but if you want to read something better, go to the comment section in the video I linked above. Funny how the right calls the left a cult, & they certainly are, not arguing that fact, but then when you read those aforementioned comments under the video linked above, does it not reek of cult-like reactions? Donald Trump, the infamous #OrangeManBad, let them beat him; a guy that never loses, let openly corrupt politicians beat him. Why do you think that is?
Ever consider that maybe even Trump is in the Capstone Club? He certainly plays THEIR game, not ours, & their game is power, so why does everyone assume he’s going to charge in on a gilded chariot to save this country? At this rate, will we even make it to 2024? Getting worse by the day, one day closer to World War 3, one day closer to global bank runs, one day closer to not being able to pay your rent or mortgage, one more day of higher inflation with lower wages, one more day they print fiat money for themselves, & you think with all that on the table, oh I can’t forget, one more day with a braindead pseudo-president that has no idea where he is, can’t forget that one, & there’s NUMEROUS things I left out, now where was I? Regardless, with ALL of that going on, we’re also supposedly one day closer to Trump coming back, one day closer to him publicly “taking on the Deep State,” another day closer to turning this train-wreck economy around, oh one day closer to closing the border, almost let that one slip by, ONE DAY CLOSER TO ENDING A DECADES-LONG GLOBALIST AGENDA TO DESTROY THE UNITES STATES OF AMERICA, one day closer essentially to saving the entire world, ONE guy, is that the basket everyone’s breaking their respectively proverbial eggs into? Sounds like an astronomical longshot to me, a exceptionally risky gamble, based on what? Faith? Yikes, good luck with that if that’s what’s in your Easter egg basket. Mine has chocolates in it, but I digress.
Okay then, so be it I guess. I just came across this, & let the hamster run on the wheel for a bit, & thought I’d share my morning jog with you. Queue my radio voice, which I’d record & play live here if I could, but WordPress makes you pay for that feature I think, so sorry not sorry on behalf of WordPress, for being greedy scum, especially to writers who have been here for over a decade for fuck’s sake. Anything WordPress? Anything? Nope? Nope it is, par for the course, nonetheless, still in radio voice mode, The song is “Trump Won,” by the sexiest country pop star since the last one they shit out of the clone machine, the carbon-copied Natasha Owens, who totally never uses auto-tune I’m sure…(fart noise). Still in radio voice mode, but with quotes to amplify the effect, “Until next time dear readers, remember this, cults do not become sides, sides become cults, & one dirty bird still has two wings.” So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“Cults do not become sides, sides become cults.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
“One dirty bird still has two wings.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
“Stoicism thrives in a natural world, too bad this world is UN-natural.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
“”Nothing happens to any man that he is not formed by nature to bear.” ~Marcus Aurelius⚔️
If you’re looking at my full site on a desktop or laptop, you’ll notice the new “DONATE” option on the top-right side of my site, with either a QR code you can scan, or you can just click the link below the QR code to send some money to my PayPal. Unfortunately for this poor bloated floating fish, the powers-that-be took everything I had, like literally everything, leaving me stone broke, as broke as handless clock. Sam Bankman Fried & his nerdy minions, & several other nefarious players in the shadows, these Capstone Clubber elitist dorks, proverbially killed me, & killed many other investors, & despite his “arrest,” 99% of the criminals involved in the big crypto Ponzi scheme are going to get away clean, as usual. Seemingly, it was in my control…my investments were there one day, I had it, I DID it, I fucking EARNED it, I was WAYYYYYYYY up in the green, so I held onto said investments, with those “diamond hands” that everyone was so jazzed about when crypto was up, got them”‘diamond hands,” to hold on through anything, & POOF, my smooth diamond hands turned to decrepit hands of wet clay, when they crashed all the markets, some to OVER 100% retracement, & my “diamond hands” just fell apart into nothing, NOTHING. It all just melted away into NOTHING, & they fucking left me with NOTHING, not even gas money, food money, Dollar Tree money, NOTHING. I have NOTHING now, & it has broken me not only financially, but mentally & spiritually as well. Broken, broke, nothing. Sandy castles washed away with the waning tide of time.
Yep, 2022 can eat a big bag of herpified shlongs, & so can these market-manipulating elitist scumfucks that take & take & take for themselves, printing all the fiat money they want, using algorithms to alter market movements, for themselves of course, & we peasants get nothing but wrecked. THEY PRINT MONEY FOR THEMSELVES FOR FUCK’S SAKE, WHILE THE PEASANTS SLAVE AWAY ON THE 9 TO 5, 40-HOUR WORK WEEK LIVING-FOR-THE-WEEKEND GRIND, THEY JUST PRINT THE MONEY THEY NEED FOR THEMSELVES, & YOU DON’T GET A FUCKING PENNY. How does that make you feel? How does it feel to know that this money the you bust your ass for, for a shitty bi-weekly over-taxed paycheck, how does it feel to know that these elites just print the same money for themselves as needed? They don’t work for it, they just print it, so why should I, or you, or anyone for that matter, “work” for the same currency that they just endlessly print for themselves? Why? Fuck that notion, it’s absurd, but since most of you have ZERO clue who Sam Bankman Fried is, or what these elites do for their wealth, while you burn away your life for table scraps, they just keep doing what they do, & so do most of you. Such blind compliance, it’s staggeringly mind-blowing to me, & that being the case, why would they stop? Would you? Tough question, isn’t it? If you could just print all the money you needed, and/or steal it from the poor like they do, what would you do? I don’t know what I’d do, to be honest, but I can assure you that I would certainly NOT be doing what these so-called “elites” are doing. How could I be? I have a soul, & since these psychopaths at the top of the food chain are soulless, I guess I’m doomed to stay down here, in the gutter, like the sewer rat I am, running left, right, left, right through the maze in The Great Mouse Trap, now begging for the same cheese-bait fiat money via online-crowdfunding means, just so I can keep running. There’s no way out of this trap, even when we invest wisely, & when we do, what do these evil fuckers do? They crash all the markets in a controlled demolition, & if you weren’t one of those sinister few on the inside, you got hosed, just like me. WRECKED…BILLIONS of dollars, gone, & like I just said, it wasn’t just me. I feel for the others who got squashed, I really do, because this feeling of having NOTHING fucking sucks. NO options, NO ability to make moves, I’m stealing to eat for Christ’s sake, it’s no bueno, & this is so insane what has happened to the crypto community, just madness, they took us all to the moon, then shit us all out back down to bread crumbs in the Sahara desert, without a drop of water left to drink. Not to mention, there will be ZERO reckoning coming for us either, NOTHING, nothing will fix what happened, NOTHING, NOTHING will ever change what they did to us. They wrecked us, period, massacred us all financially, & definitely ruined yours truly dear readers, dropped me right into one notch above homelessness.
Nope, this broke-ass FisH™ has nothing left…NOTHING. No more precious metals, all GONE, no more crypto money, all GONE, barely enough in the bank account to buy a loaf of bread. All I have left is THIS, this composition composed of essentially what amounts to digital begging, flying my sign for money, like a bum at an intersection. I hate it, fuck I fucking hate this, I hate being broke, but mostly being brok-EN. Money is just money, but my spirit, torn in two, & I don’t know how to glue it back together. I hate what they did to everyone, all of us crypto traders, a year ago so hopeful for the future, SO hopeful, such a good feeling it was, all of us winning for a change, man it felt great, riding that warm wave. Sadly though, we’re all now just floating in the frigid ocean of fiscal ruin, after the “unsinkable” crypto market hit that man-made iceberg, & these evil fuckers steered the ship right into it, BOOM, head-on collision, & down, down, down she went, taking all of us delusional “diamonds hands” idiots with her. Yes, I said “idiots,” because the “diamond hands” concept is as idiotic as it gets, now in retrospect…duh, & I wholeheartedly admit that I was an idiot for believing in it. The “madness of crowds,” so delusional, WE GOT STRAIGHT WRECKED YOU NAIVE MUPPETS, myself included, for I’m as muppetous as any of you, since they got me too, & got me good, so I have no excuse, THEY GOT ME, because I let them get me, & there’s not a fucking thing I can do about it. Ultimately, I guess it’s on me, right? Everything , all MY fault, mine alone, & no one else is to blame except my own gullible self. The crypto crash ruined my entire life, & threw me into my own living hell, a spiraling severe depression, my soul crucified then crushed. Although I’m trying my best to crawl back up, these slimy sordid walls won’t let me move, & I just slide back down to the bottom of the well. It’s truly self-spirit-slaughtering, & apparently, I have no way out this time. They really fucked me, God-damnit they really fucking fucked me those fucking fucks. Ugh. “It is what it is,”…isn’t that the appropriate phrase here? Or maybe “that’s just how it is,” since that’s one of my favorites because it really makes me want to dropkick any/every given “elitist” piece of shit who was in on these orchestrated market crashes, & got rich by making everyone else go broke. Oh man, I would love to cross paths with one of you motherfuckers. Someday God, PLEASE let me be in the same room with one, just ONE of them, I just need to get my hands on one of them, so I can squeeze the truth out of their rat-fink faces while they beg me to let go. Are you listening God? Anyone up there? Anyone? Hello? (crickets)
Not a chance, God never listens to a fucking word I say. You have to rely on YOU, because God only seems to help THEM, not US. Look at all this degeneracy, people making millions from being whores, whoring themselves out in one way or another to get paid. Psychopathic mental patients, usually uber-woke too, are making MILLIONS, living like royalty, while most of us slave away another day & call that “life.” No, that is NOT “life,” not to me anyway, & this is not a fucking joke, because these assholes are ruining society, destroying people, decimating their lives, hurting people in ways that no doctor can ever fix. Yes, this corrupted market manipulation kills us, kills families, taking their life savings like they’re taking a penny from the need-a-penny jar. It’ll just be gone, GONE, just like that, & there will be no retribution, no reparations, NOTHING, it’s all just taken, gone, & you can’t do a thing about it. Fuck me, I’m lucky it’s ONLY me & my cat in my case, because if I had a family to support, I’d be 10x more fucked than I am now, contemplating criminal activities to feed my family, if I had one. THERE ARE MANY family-life-types, who are/were investors, who are truly fucked right now, absolutely fucked, because of corrupt elitist scum manipulating markets. Not just markets either, they manipulate everything, EVERYTHING, at the expense of “the little guy,” who they ultimately slaughter like a spring lamb with zero remorse for the lives they’ve destroyed, all to get themselves ahead in the power game they play at the top of the pyramid. I had a plan, a real plan, this vision I had, my dream, & I was going to do really good things with the money I had made, really great things. I was counting on myself to help a lot of people out, & these malevolent twats just took it, like I was nothing, leaving me feeling like an absolute failure, like I am nothing, just another big-time loser peasant, who lost a once-in-a-lifetime chance to finally change my life into a life of total creation, creating amazing things for those handful of people I actually care about. Now it’s just, gone, while this fat fuck below pets a black behbeh.
Yes sir, that’s how she goes, it’s gone, it’s just gone, I can’t get it back, & I can’t do a fucking thing to change it. So, if you are NOT in the same situation I am in, & you have some extra loot, & of course, you’re inclined to help, feel free to hit up those links to on the right side of my site over there, & drop some shekels into my PayPal to help feed the FisH™. A year ago, I would’ve thought you were insane if you had told me I’d be where I am right now, but now that NOW is here, & I am where I am, I guess the only “insane” one the whole time was me, totally insane to think they’d ever let me keep the money I made. Nope, they said, “Fuck you Fish you plebeian bitch, you will never have money, we will NEVER let you win, or help your family, or change your life for the better, nope, you’re a fucking loser, you’ll always be a loser, WE pick the winners, & you’re no winner you loser. You’ll NEVER win, so fuck off you little rodent.” Okay then, so it is, & I’m the rodent, not a fish, yep, that’s what yours truly has been reduced to, a rodent, a greasy rat begging for money just to keep going. Wunderbar. I can’t tell you how good that self-realization makes me feel. Ouch. “Just the way it is,” though, right?
Until next time, dear readers, remember this, THEIR game is NOT our game, & like all of you, I’m stuck in The Great Mouse Trap too, only now I can barely move, because you need current to move, you need energy. These self-proclaimed “leaders” have hijacked the true energy, the real currency, & replaced it with this monetary fiat money beast system that keeps us all enslaved to it. “Just the way it is, just the way it is,” gah, I’m so fucking sick of hearing that bullshit. It’s “the way it is” because we let them keep doing it to us, but it doesn’t matter because there aren’t nearly enough of us to stop it, & the few of us that try, end up getting wrecked, our energy stolen, so we can’t continue fighting the beast. Ask Nikola Tesla about that, they left him destitute & penniless, when all he wanted to do was give everyone free energy. Enough currency for everyone, & then some, can you imagine that wonderful world, with endless free energy, can you imagine?…but nope, not while these elitist scoundrels continue to hijack the zeitgeist, & control the world via the shadows on the cave walls, & the echoes from the darkness. They took everything Tesla created, & destroyed it, all in the name of power & money. Look into it, it’s truly heartbreaking what they did to him, & it’s brutal what they continue to do to all of us. So if you can, maybe help my broke ass out, please, before…I don’t know, before I’ll simply just float away, like the rest of the fried fish floating bloated, bobbing away with the outgoing tide, left with nothing, nothing even left to breathe in this fucked-up world except the stale dead air of utter poverty. I suppose that’s “just how it is,” yes? Regardless, that’s all for now. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“Feed your fish, or the fishbowl with be filled with bloated floaters.” ~Fish F Fish
Hail to Jellatinous Portal. No, not a band name, albeit a crafty one; it’s the literal wordery here, in where my trickerosity lies. Tis’ in the initialization, JP, that’s the initials of, what I believe to be, one of our modern-day, legendary-status living pop culture “icons,” if I may be so bold. I can’t think of anyone else, to be frank, who can hold a candle to this amazingly unique individual. He gives so much, so much to the world, so much to YOU, he’s given much to me. Regardless of that, some people actually want this guy stripped of his credentials, & forced to be “re-educated,” whatever the fuck that means. It’s such a joke, this plasticized world of arrested-development children, in power positions, making rules for those they deem as “beneath them,” & thus, must apparently now be “forced,” to assimilate, or be destroyed. This isn’t hyperbolic, or exaggerated, or fictionalized, in any way, what I’m talking about is very real, unfortunately, & despite the long-game-slow-kill efforts of these elitist pigs, PIGS, just like the book Animal Farm, where the pigs are in charge, well what a coincidence…power-hungry pigs rule this 3d matrix too, according to them anyway, & seemingly according to most of you, who follow these pigs, & abide the dominion of said pigs. Why do you listen to pigs? Why do you pay extortion taxes, to pigs? Why do you let these pigs live in castles, like royalty, while you live in the gutter? Why do we keep letting these ruthlessly sinister porky-pigs, who worship avatars of chaos & destruction, & create chaos & destruction to appease their pseudo-god, why do we keep letting them even be? Imagine a world with no pigs, no pigs at all, minus the ones we eat, because I like eating pigs, with a delightful barbecue sauce, not let them shape my destiny from their high towers.
Who is this JP? Well, if you haven’t put it together yet, I’ll give you a hint…it surely must be that dastardly straight white family man from Canada, the alt-right white supreme pizza, that figurehead of the modern-day neo-Nazi, but where is a safespace? RED ALERT, RED ALERT, REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…honk honk honk honk honk, there’s a REEEEEEEEEEEEE-cist showing up in the article, oh my oh my, whatever will we do? Derp, get back to Starbucks ya rainbow-haired gamma gophers. You hold no place here, now back to your soy lattes, double the soy. See ya. Now that the clown car has taken the express ramp off of a cliff hopefully, who am I talking about already? Don dada donnnnnnn…could it be? Can I be? Would I dare? How dare you Fish, you failed fool, how dare you bring this man’s name up….& here we go. I’m talking about Jordan Peterson, of course(make sure you spell my name right when you report me), YES, The Doctor is in the house, Dr. Jordan Paterson, the spiritual rebirthing of Jung & Nietzsche, combined with your favorite high school biology teacher(shoutout to Mr. Williams if you’re still amongst the living). Yes, DOCTOR Jordan Peterson, & said Doctor, helped me find the way, helped me to find the key to the golden door, when that key was always just dangling from a cheap chain around my neck, like when I was a latchkey kid in the 80s. This key, however, was stuck in a crack, a crack created by a terrible series of traumatic head injuries that weren’t properly treated. Left me a bit…foggy, you could say, for a long time. Sprinkle the purple haze of drug addiction on top of that, & damn if I just never saw that fucking key in the crack. It never left, it never rusted, if anything, it became a stronger key, as the steel propane-flame cured itself in the 4d spiral of time, waiting patiently for me to find it, when the fog had lifted.
Enter Jordan Peterson, at my own middle-age, but nonetheless, enter the keymaster. I have known the key was there, make no mistake, I have always been a writer, have always written, have always been able to go to the well & fill the bucket as needed. It just comes to me, & I don’t know how or why really, even now, but sure enough, I just let myself go, go into the flow, & what do ya know, THIS comes out. THIS, this writing that I’m illustrating for you, in real-time, but is now pastime, if you’re reading this now. My most special journals go back decades, hand-written, old-school journaling, kind of like this, on the daily, but with an actual pen, so it’s different. There’s an organic aspect to physical writing with a pen, & once it’s down on hard paper, the spell has been cast, & the words are now out there, blowing around in a whippety wind-whirlpool in the middle of an empty city block, until it blows into someone’s face. The digital pen involves a whole other dimension of creation to it, particularly if what you write you post on the Internet publicly for a global audience of all & none. The paper blowing in the wind whirlpool can now blow into the faces of potentially millions. Takes much longer for the physical pen, but the payoff, I’d imagine, would be glorious. GLORIOUS. Imagine handwriting a book, literally, then having it published, & it’s content appealing so much to a local audience, that eventually, the world finds it. Wow, what glory. Surely though, there’s a similar glory if ANY of your publishings happen to find reception from millions of eager beavers that can’t wait to see what you write next, right?
I don’t know, nor will I ever know, unless one of these rants that I channel from the big crockpot, making sure I get all the meat & potatoes that one can handle into the bowls of soup I serve from Source, to the slaves, to myself, to all of you, & to none of you at all. My soup is hot, hot out of the gate, because that’s how I serve it up. Who likes cold soup? My soup is so hot in fact, that your big tech overlords have exiled me from the majority of social media platforms, leaving me only this, my only thing I have left, my words. I guess TRUTH doesn’t work so well here in Clownworld. Virtue is verboten, & thought-criminal dissidents like me who know where all the exits are from The Great Mouse Trap, & then kick open the exit doors yelling, “Run free little mice, for you are mice no more, you are men, now run, you are free,” we are not welcome. Oh wait, but they just stand there, the mice just stand & stare, aimlessly eye-balling me, gawking at me like the village leper, like the exiled one, & maybe that’s because I am, for I’m surely exiled, digitally, & now in real-life, the moldy mold on the fetid fruits has spread, as I type from this proverbial jail cell that I’m always in. My own prison within The Great Mouse Trap. Maybe that’s why I know where all the exits are, because I never got through them, & just stay stuck, stuck in The Great Mouse Trap, with all these other menacingly moldy mice, no different, & certainly no better. I don’t know, I don’t know anymore, all I know is the writing, following this little Tinkerbell, & she keeps saying, “Write, write, for your time is running out, so write, like it is,” & she’s right, my time is running out methinks.
Ultimately, everyone’s time is running out, but particularly mine, I wonder if I’m near the end, at this middle-age I’ve reached. My grandfather died at the same age I am, from a heavy heart attack, & I could see that same scenario playing out for me. Just hanging out one day, probably between my paragraphs, as that’s usually when I leave my radio tower, in the gap between paragraphs. Yep, maybe I’m going to the fridge, maybe having a smoke, who knows, but all of a sudden, WHAM, OUCH, fuck my chest hurts, GAHHHH, my arm is numb, then oh fuck, I’m having a heart attack, & then what happens? I fall out, just going unconscious, like going to sleep, but not waking up this time? Damn, that’s a sordid scene. I’d hate for someone to find me unconsciousness and/or dead. Yikes. That’s how grandpa went though, wayyyyyyyyy before my mom decided to let herself get knocked up & have me. I have the traits of my grandfathers, the intelligence, the jovial wit, along with a dangerously addictive nature & reckless self-destruction. Ultimately, the failed fool, & I got all of it, one granddad dying a drunk, the other dying at the same age I am right now. Hmmm, kind of sounds like I’m genetically fucked then, yeah? Oh well, fuck it. I know death, as much as one can “know” death anyway from this 3d vantage point, & I know death is not an ending, so to speak. It’s only the end of this, this end of this 3d life of unwelcome incarceration. Thus, it’s a most-welcomed-ending then in fact, yes?…for those souls sick of being soul-sucked, stuck in this restrictive 3d meat suit, stripped of the memory of my our 5d immortality, our true selves, our Higher Selves.
Anyway, Jordan Peterson has an online writing course that I highly recommend. It’s a “Self-Authoring” course, practically titled, “Self-Authoring,” & involves guess what? Authoring YOU, yourself, writing about you, your life, & what happens when you do this writing course? I equate it to higher math, like anything algebraic & up. Math equations & proofs, designed to stimulate more complex synapses in the brain, well writing tasks have a similar function, in the sense that the more your write, the more you accumulate, the more your brain fires off electricity into fractally branching stems of elevated thought trees. It’s an essential nutrient, to keep your trees bearing their respective fruits, & the genius of the simplicity of this notion?…just write. WRITE, then keep writing. It doesn’t mater what you write, or even if you CAN write like a writer might, just WRITE. If your life has come to a cul-de-sac full of boarded-up crackhouses, figuratively of course, & no one else is around, & it’s only you left in the room, write about it. If all else has failed you, write about it. WRITE, WRITE, WRITE & as a lifelong writer, most surely, I have had periods of nil writing. Such wasted time, those lost pages, because I can only write about those times now from a present-perspective, rather than reflect on any actual real-time writing from the past, oh those many lost pages, so many I never wrote. Now I know my time grows cold, as my toilet has almost flushed itself away, I have to write like the crazy madman, much like I’m writing now in real-time, because the clock ticks away, faster & faster, flush flush flush, flush that toilet of 4d time away into the past. Who left a stinker? Go spray for fuck’s sake, the after-stench is stinking up the whole house ya filthy animal. (Fart Noise)
Sadly for me, he’ll never ever never never read this, as my view stats are around 20 visitors a day, so the odds of Jordan Peterson being one of those 20 readers, is analogous to assuming I just bought a winning Powerball ticket. Nope, never going to happen, as is anything ever going to happen in this horribly fucked-off life I’ll leave behind someday, maybe someday soon, via the unbearable stress of my own existence causing my heart to fail me. Or maybe one of my other organs? Maybe a car crash, like the one I have so many horrible visions of? Perhaps the powers-that-be will take me out? Or I’ll just keep going, towards directions unknown, who knows? I blink my eyes, & I was 5, then blink them again, & now I’m 45, so perhaps I’ll blink them again, & be 85, or blink the same eyes, only to never open them again here in this world tomorrow. You never know, when you’re going to go. Dang, all kinds of fishisms in this article, see the quotes at the bottom. In case you didn’t notice, I’ve been leaving my own quotes at the bottoms of my posts. Dropping rhymes like dimes, you could say. At the end of the year, when my 365-day straight writing project completes its first COMPLETE yearly cycle, If I make it, if I’m still here, I’m going to take all my pages of accumulated quotes, & put them into another book of mine, only this time self-published by yours truly. No more “someone else,” it’s all me from here. Too many parasitic snapdragons out there, don’t need anyone else to make my melody, I’ll do it myself thanks.
The spinning record spins, right round baby like a record going round round right round, & it’s time to go, dear readers. Until next time, don’t be a dope, check out my quotes, not only below, but from before, don’t ya know? Best check my older posts, and/or jump into my archives. Closing in on 5000, 5000 pages for you to pursue dear reader. That was nice of me, wasn’t it? Go ahead & form a line to the left to shake my hand & offer thanks, as I’m as humble as ever towards my audience of faceless ghosts. No one cares, no one ever did, no one ever will, & such is the way for the walk for this Jobian fish. Jordan Peterson helped, but there is no help for me, for I am forsaken. Still, Dr.Peterson’s “Self-Authoring,” program will open up the Pandora’s box inside yourself, letting your true self peek out, like a baby roo in a pouch, except once your true self peeks out, so do all the shadows of said self. The only way to confront those shadows, is to open that box though, setting them free, along with yourself, because that’s how you find yourself, the self that you lost long ago, should you find yourself in a similar position as I. Until next time, dear readers, check out his site, just click the link above, then thank me later should you take the course. & run your own gauntlet. So sayeth FisH™🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all.🐡
“You never know, when you’re gonna go, go, go.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
“Oh, those lost pages, so many I never wrote.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
“Tend to your fruit-bearing trees, feed them well.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
“Run free little mice, for you are mice no more, you are men, now run, you are free.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
“The key to unlock the door, has always been noosed around your own neck.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
“Don’t venerate pigs.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
“While you think of something to say, I await the end of the conversation.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
I was talking to myself, about the flowers in the park, for hours in the dark, the hours in the park.
Who are you, who is this voice, this voice always talking to me, in my head, who the fuck are you? Seriously, I think it’s time we have a talk then, since you won’t shut the fuck up, whoever you are. Sheesh. Is 45 fucking years long enough? Geez. You remind me daily how I fucked my life off, you seem to always have the answer, yet my auto-pilot meat puppet doesn’t abide, & does its own thing, apparently. I don’t know. I DON’T KNOW, gah, but there you are, always there chiming in. Like a version of myself, guiding myself, at least attempting to, from somewhere I am unaware of. My “higher self,” maybe? Gah I just don’t know, no idea who the fuck you really are, but you’re ALWAYS here with me. You bring shit music, & play it on loops, you alter your dialect too confuse me. Why? Why are you fucking with me?
It’s so frustrating, but it feels good to write it out. Maybe that’s how I beat you, but are we competing? What’s the competition? Control of the moron writing this crap? Does everyone have this voice, a “conscience,” is that who you are, my conscience? Hard to make that determination, when you’re looking through a cloud of narcissistic bi-polar maniacal paranoid schizophrenic delusions, if,& I emphasize IF, that’s the reality of the reality, so to speak. . but yep, I bet I’d check off the whole list…check, check, check. Throw him back in the nuthouse, perhaps? Gah, why do you keep referring to that, whoever you are? Why these games, these tricks, like my higher self is fucking with me, for laughs maybe? I just don’t know. It’s incredibly difficult to manage. What about the meds? WHAT MEDS? What the fuck are you referring to? I don’t take meds. Oh great, another earworm…wunderbar.
This is whatI deal with, all day every day. Not only am I aware of my own decades-long string of insanely poor life choices, but my “conscience” reminds me about, again all day every day, while looping stupid songs on top of the vocals. Makes no sense. What am I supposed to do? I have this key, a special key to a unique door, a rare key, not many people have this key. When I use this key, & open the door, I see the whole picture. Not a corner of the painting, not the edge, the ENTIRE picture. I see the Great Recycler, I see your so-called “leaders” helping it. It’s something beyond this 3d space we’re all in, but I have the key, as I mentioned, & I opened the door, & I saw what I saw. Now, I’m either truly insane, a complete mental patient, or…I’m right. Are these self-proclaimed “elites” doing Satanic rituals on live broadcasts to millions of people? YES. Do these elitists believe in Luciferian doctrine? YES. Do we all know that these people do dark things to kids? YES. YES YES YES, we live in a world where the people in power positions believe in an avatar of destruction, & venerate said avatar. THAT is what the big picture illustrates. Or…none of what I just said is true, & I’m a mental patient. Now which do you believe?
Doesn’t matter to me, I don’t care what any of you think, to be honest, I’m a narcissist remember? I can’t “care,” according to the manual anyway. Truth is, I DO CARE. I care about all of it. I care about a waning humanity being led through The Great Mouse Trap by dangling bits of moldy cheese, disguised as fiat money. Oh, you didn’t know? Yep, “money” is the stinky cheese they keep you trapped with. Those silly little notes, with numerical denominations, just pieces of paper, “I-O-Us,” so to speak, yet people KILL each other for their cheddar. It’s all in the words, which is one reason why I’m so fascinated by these words, these vibrations, coming from somewhere, some other dimension maybe, I don’t know. They come though, these words come then I write them down, & set them free to roam if they want to, roam around the world, isn’t that right B-52s?
Now it’s time to wrap up, “wrap this bullshit up,” he says, whoever he is. Is it me? I don’t know. Is it a program? Again, no idea. Will he ever shut up? No, probably not, but I notice that on my dreams, he isn’t there. Very surreal, right? Like literally surreal, since he only dips when I’m dreaming. Oh wait, when I go to Interzone too, he isn’t there. Well, he kind of is, but he’s quiet, subdued in submission perhaps? I don’t know….gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…I DON’T KNOW, & the one thing I really get frustrated over, is NOT knowing things, particularly because I know that I know more than I know, does that make sense? Almost as if part of me has been turned off, hindering my true abilities, & all I’m left with is this asshole reminding me daily how I fucked my life off. It helps writing this down, exposing my conscience, as maybe one of my handful of readers has similar experiences occurring. Thanks again JP for the releasing the Pandora’s box of inner-prompts for me. Thank you to the one who gifted me with JP’s online course as well. You know who you are. Cheers Jonesy.
Anyway, he says wrap it up, which I defied, but now I shall comply. Why? I don’t know, this has reached its proverbial pinnacle atop the mountain though, wouldn’t ya say? I’m tired, & my head hurts, & there’s just static now. The dial has moved to a station with no frequency, which is my queue to go. Time to climb back down the mountain. Until next time dear reader, climb your own mountain, before your mountain becomes a mole hill. So sayeth FisH™🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all.🐟
“Climb your mountain, before your mountain becomes a mole hill.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
I don’t really watch television, like mainstream televised programming, nope, gave it up years ago. I only really use my tv to watch my Youtube videos on a 42-inch 4k viewing apparatus, or when I play the occasional Hitman mission on my PS4, but other than that, nah. If you’re a regular reader, you’ll know why. Televisions aren’t for your “entertainment,” they’re a medium used to program all of you, hence why it’s called “television programming,” & it’s “broadcast,” all some kind of spooky dark magic it sounds like, right? Well, if you saw any clips from The Grammys last night, you might think twice about disbelieving me on the dark magic notion. I like watching Matt Walsh’s channel. He’s a very thoughtful guy, very smart, & his breakdowns of Clownworld are quite well-illustrated. I’m going to link his 10-minute long video from earlier, detailing this insanity being broadcast on primetime television. My oh my, how the times change, know what I mean? Sheesh. Let’s get to it, make sure your kids aren’t in the room. I don’t have any kids, but if I did, I certainly would NOT want them watching crazy shit like this.
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I don’t even know who this Sam Smith guy is, or that other guy he performed with. I could care less if Kim Petras thinks HE’S a girl, because HE is not, despite getting his cock lopped off at the age of 16. Nope, I will NOT, nor will I EVER, abide these maniacs with their fucking pronouns. The world is BINARY. Nature is BINARY, existence itself, is BINARY, hot & cold, up & down, left & right, MAN & WOMAN. All this 137 gender non-binary mass mental illness madness is NOT “normal,” it’s insanity, & these so-called “celebrities,” promote & encourage this craziness to their programmed fans, who follow along like lemmings. THIS IS NOT OKAY. Something is NOT right, it’s as if the masses are mass-hypnotized into a state of some unprecedented media-driven psychosis. Seriously, does any of this seem okay to you, does it seem normal, and/or arguably even natural?…because it sure seems to be getting worse. Openly doing “satanic rituals” on LIVE primetime television now are we? I thought the Grammys were about the awards for the best musicians, not this parade of debaucherously dark shit. What the hell is happening in this world? (pun intended) …it’s actually feeling like hell, is it not? No bueno.
Personally, I don’t believe any of this “satanic” shit is real, but apparently, there’s a bunch of dumdums that do. Those pussies can all go find a high cliff, then koom-ba-yah-yah their black nail-polished hands together, as they jump in collective unison towards their respectively perilous deaths. Get the fuck outta here with that dark arts weirdo ritualistic nonsense, Gah, they really annoy me for some reason, I don’t get it, but I must admit, I don’t get ANY of this really, not any of it. Just gets more confusing by the day, & now “satanic rituals at broadcast award shows” are the top headline, so maybe this IS hell. These evil freaks live like kings & queens too, like royalty, while the rest of us seem to be losing, losing more by the minute, just saying. If I was a psychopathic cutthroat scumfuck pervert, maybe I’d be materially “rich” too, maybe that’s why they took everything from me, everything material at least, took it all. Why? What did I do? Why do I lose, when they keep winning? I have such a uniquely well-informed awareness, of the world around me as well as myself. I’m seemingly almost at the top of the zeitgeist mountain, where I finally will get the view from the top, the whole view, the painted canvas in its entirety, to see the real truth, but apparently at the expense of losing everything I had. Lost it all to get here, wherever here is. Is what it is, & I would much rather be here, then there, there among those devil-worshipping foot soldiers for the Great Darkness. Yeah, no thanks, I prefer the Sun, & all its shining light. What is this “Great Darkness” though? Satan? I don’t know, not exactly, but I have a good idea what it is, & have already written about it. I call it, “The Great Recycler,” & if you read via the link below, you’ll see what I am referencing…
Is that what these people worship? The Great Recycler? Is that thing their “Satan?” If it is, WOW, what a bunch of delusional dunces. Worshipping the thing that eats your soul, devouring your memories, then shits you out to get reborn again, only to go through another existence, die, then feed this God-damned creature again. Over & over you go, going “into the light, into the light CarolAnne,” except when you do, The Great Recycler feeds on you. You have to read the post I linked above, or none of this will sound even remotely sane. The more I see this broadcast satanism though, the more I’m thinking The Great Recycler is very real, & it is subconsciously venerated by these weak-minded fools, who think that worshipping “Satan,” particularly via live television, is going to get them to some kind of “special status” when they die. Again, THEIR beliefs, not mine, I don’t believe in any of this malevolent shit. It has to be some kind of mass mental illness, never before seen on this scale.
I do believe however, that when they die, they aren’t going to the same place that those who live by the benevolent principles of the real “Light” go. Attributes like honesty, courage, positivity, these are traits of the Light, the true “Light,” but wait, are there TWO “lights,” so to speak? Yes, there’s a good “light,” & a not-good “light.” It’s tough to speculate on though because one, you won’t know until YOU actually die if there’s ANY “light,” & two, the Great Recycler & its legion “trick” naive souls into “going into the light,” but it’s the false light, the trick that gets you, the ultimate slight of soul. NEWSFLASH: DO NOT GO INTO THE LIGHT. The “light” might feel all warm & fuzzy, ethereally blissful, you could feel like you just want to let yourself go into this “light,” but that’s the trap, the soul-trap. The Great Recycler might even show you your loved ones, or rather, just holographic projections of your friends & family, beckoning you to come into the “light,” to “be,” with them. DON’T DO IT. What’s the rush, what’s the worst that could happen if you wait, & perhaps just don’t do anything? Maybe just observe, be patient, stay mindful, because if this “light” is eternal, so are you, so what’s the harm in just hanging out, outside the “light,” until you can determine your next course of action? “No harm, no foul,” as the saying goes, & if it truly IS your prior-deceased friends & family inside that “light,” they can wait too, right?
I just don’t see the harm in NOT going directly into the “light” when you die. Why would that be a bad move? Worried about your individual “lack of faith?” Ummmm, no that’s false logic. I have faith in patience, & thinking things over before I take action. Why would that be any different in an afterlife where one has a CHOICE, whether to go into the “light,” or not? It wouldn’t, at least it shouldn’t, but I don’t know. Maybe none of that is real, maybe the afterlife isn’t real, maybe none of this matters, who knows? I know this though, there’s a growing legion of beta loser twerps who think Satan is real, & worship this darkest of dark avatars accordingly. It all circles back to my main general theory about what is going on in this quickly floundering mess of a humanity, & that is this; most people, most, NOT all, but most people are in a state of “hypnopsychosis.” There’s a dotted red line under that word. & why?…because it is NOT a real word, not yet, & you heard it HERE first, because I literally just coined it, remember that. This word, “hypnopsychosis,” as defined by me, see below…
Hypnopsychosis: a severe mental disorder in which the sufferer, in a state of hypnosis, having been hypnotized to believe in an UN-reality that does NOT exist, gets confronted by the REAL reality, & drastically declines into a state of severe psychosis in a futile attempt to make sense of “existing” in both worlds at the same time.”
Yes, & if any of you steal my concept & run with it, gaining infamy from the theft of my thoughts, I will not be pleased. Fair warning, not that I’m concerned about it. If my theory proves true, future psychologists might come across this & remember me as a psychological prophet, in some Jungian sense perhaps…or by then, in some Petersonian sense. A relatively entire planetary population, in varying states of “hypnopsychosis,” in this error of an era extraña. Unprecedented in scale, with an equitably unprecedented level of societal damage as a result of this worldwide mental disorder. Can you imagine, a whole world, hypnotized into a state of mass psychosis via the mass media programming, can you imagine? I certainly can, because I’m living it, in real-time, just like the rest of you. As always though, my circularity has found me once again, so it’s time to wrap up this daily Foozer. The beginning become the end, only to begin all over again. Until next time, stop, look around, & then honestly ask yourself, “does any of this seem organic to you?” So sayeth FisH™🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all
“The organic macroorganism, spawning UN-organic microorganisms, as if “forced,” ferried into the false birth of a feral fetus.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
What’s with all the projection these days? It’s become like a 2nd language, sheesh, & not only do people project towards individuals, they’ll complain about others doing something, but then they’ll display the same exact behavior. All the while, they have no clue they’re doing it. I had yet another troll, in a long line of “another trolls,” that was just…ugh…it’s staggering, just absurd projection-trolling, is that a term, “projection-trolling?” It should be, maybe I just coined it, like an NFT, I minted it, & you heard it here first. Start the trend, don’t follow it, but what do I know, what do I reeeeeeeal-ly know?
TO FUTURE PSYCHOLOGISTS: This phenomenon of “projection-trolling” is widespread, totally mental, & no one can explain why they do it. My personal theory is that it’s part of the overall mass psychosis, mainly afflicting those who identify as “liberal,”& ironically getting “progressively” worse. Yes, it’s only a faction, if you will, a battalion of rainbow UN-warriors-marching in mis-step, massacring the metronome, this army of LARPers, & they use projection as a 2nd language, yet without being conscious of their bizarre behavior. It’s quite stunning, yes, how far they’ve gone, is there any way back? It’s a reflection of the dead fish(no pun intended), rotting from the head down, & the rot spreads in proverbial Planck lengths, d-evolving into these outrageous behaviors. It’s as if the Lucifer Principle is going in reverse kind of, the macroorganism branching into distorted & deformed micros.
Nope, no way back, not for them unfortunately, which leaves society in a bit if a pickle, doesn’t it? No one has an answer, except me, & the answer is this: 85-90% of the world population, conservatively, is in some unprecedented state of mass psychosis/hypnosis, I don’t know a word yet to fit the bill because it’s such a nascent phenomenon, still d-evolving. I say “d-evolving” with intent, because I don’t know if this part of the zeitgeist is evolving or devolving, so I say d-evolving with the hyphen, got it? Anyway, nope, they’re gone, so many of you, just gone. Black, soulless eyes, overflowing with programmed tears of un-informity, because most of you have no clue about any of this. I am pioneering this theory that somehow, via the television, radio, broadcasting, they are hypnotizing most of you into a state of controllable monitored psychosis. What are they broadcasting really? Spells are “cast,” & when they’re cast on billions of people at once, they’re broadcast. Broadcasting, right there in front of all of you, yet somehow, whoosh, right over your be-bopper bubblegum heads. Come on now people, does any of this, this Clownworld madness, does any of this seem normal to you? I don’t know, maybe it does, & I’m totally alone with this notion that most of you have been programmed by forces much more powerful than most of you know. Sinister yes, but extremely powerful, so powerful in fact, they’ve gotten nearly 7 BILLION of YOU to fall in line, one way or another, even me to an extent, before I freed myself from their program. Don’t agree? Maybe you’re glitching? Am I under your skin?
One word: COVAIDS, yep COVAIDS, my creatively publicized term for the Covid-19 plandemic, scamdemic, hoax, whatever you want to call it, but I call it BULLSHIT. I called BULLSHIT 3 God damn years ago, & people said I was nuckin futs. Lost friends, long-time friends over this crap, on top of the indoctrination programming, which I’ve been well-aware of for decades, but then along comes Coviads, detrimental for the naysayers, but a YUGE, “I TOLD YOU SO,” for those of us who were at least smart enough to NOT take that infernal jab. “The jab, the jab, get the jab, ” you people are so fucking ridiculous. Obviously, NOT all of you, but you know what I mean, if you’ve been a longtime reader, & if not, either take the red pills I offer, or kick rocks. I don’t care either way, I know what I know, & share what I know, in line with my little ending down there, paraphrased from Nietzsche, “For all of you, & for none of you at all.” Not just a clever quip from a syphilitic genius, & I use it for a reason, because it IS, in fact, for all of you, & for none of you at all. If you don’t get it, then maybe you don’t “get it,” do you?
Sadly, no, so many of you do NOT “get it,” & the ones of you who got “jabbed,” it sucks that they tricked you. It really does. Some of you “had no choice,” maybe for your job or something, I can kind of understand. Personally, I would have quit had they “mandated” me to get that poison injected into my body via mad scientists, but that’s me. It’s a really fucked-up situation all around. Many people were EXCITED to get jabbed, then boosted, oh so excited, their kids too, everyone take the poison, willingly, then smile about it because you’ve deluded yourself into believing you’re such a good citizen, right? It was so trendy, just like letting your snot-nosed kid pick “its” gender…derp. Wow, & I’m the crazy one for the last 3 years? Sure thing, got it, coming from woefully compliant automatons too, makes prefect sense here in Clownworld, where up is down apparently. I’m still shaking my fucking head, & I’m going to really be shaking my head if, & I say IF, those of you who took the jab & just ticking-time bombs essentially with this SADS thing. I have a theory that heat, activates the incubating jab, causing it to crystalize & form blood clots, which lead to cardiac arrest. We’re in the doldrums of winter now, a particularly frosty one too, but what happens when spring gets here, then summer? The temperatures all warming up all around, what will happen?
Probably nothing, but that’s a theory I have, which is why we keep seeing these jabbed athletes dropping dead every day. I’ve seen so many now, but unfortunately, it’s desensitizing, & it’s already become another blip on the daily headline news banner, for now anyway. Think about it though, BILLIONS of jabs, in BILLIONS of people, just nesting inside your bodies, in its incubation state, waiting for the Sun, so it can do as it was intended to do, kill all of you, en masse, in a relatively short amount of time, once incubation time is over. Again, I am NOT saying that will happen, & it most likely won’t, because I’m just a crazy conspiracy theorist, but if it does…yikes. A year from now, this 2nd day of February, 2023, one year from now, we will revisit this same exact topic, on this same exact day, & maybe I’ll set a reminder in the calendar to the right over there, if you’re reading this via desktop/laptop. The topic will be: Was Fish right about the Covaids jab being a bioweapon? If I am, many of you won’t even be here to read it, so it won’t matter, & if I’m wrong, none of you care what I write anyway, so again, it won’t matter. Nothing matters to me, as I have no control over anything, so I just put it on paper, for all of you, & for none of you at all.
No idea where this started, & where I stopped, because I don’t know until I’m done, then read whatever raucous ramblements I have rendered. No idea, as the title states, I don’t know, & I have no idea about anything. I DO about something though, I know beauty. Beauty in art, in life, even in death, & there’s literary beauty, the beauty I specialize in crafting. Isn’t it beautiful? As if on queue, isn’t a beautiful thing, when my circularity pops its serpentine head back up, mouth wide open, eating its own tail, yet again, the beginning become the end, yet again, only to become a beginning once again next time, dear reader, isn’t it beautiful? It is to me, & on that note, after taking this Fooze on the scenic route to find its beautiful self, I am going to farewell-to-thee with my signature shlep, “Until next time, ” blah blababa blahbaba.
“Until next time, don’t be the projector of projections, be an erector of erections,” so sayeth FisH™, THIS fish, isn’t that right, Hecklefish? (shoutout to Hecklefish of the WHY Files…LINK BELOW)
Before we begin: Apologies for the quality of the GIFs below. I had a frame rate issue that I didn’t catch until I had already chopped them out of the initial video, & because of the incessant redundancy of the topic, & also because I simply didn’t feel like it, I’m letting them ride. They aren’t “bad” quality, per se, just not perfectly HD as usual, but you will get the gist, so no worries. Moving on…
If you click the article above, you’ll get to see just how “stunning & brave” one of these trans-testicles is. So brave, so stunning…if by “brave,” you mean “moronic,” & by “stunning,” you mean “what the fuck did I just watch?” I am SO sick of hearing about trannies & gays & LGBTQ-blahblababablah, seriously, just over it, as are MANY others. I’m not a homophobe and/or transphobic; they don’t “scare” me at all. If you use those buzzwords in their proper context. the suffix “phobe” implies a “dreaded fear” of something. No, they don’t scare me in the slightest, not afraid of them one bit, they just make me sick with their nonsensical & unnatural agenda that they shove down everyone’s proverbial throats. WE DO NOT CARE, but I cannot speak for anyone else, because I don’t know your language most of the time. These degenerate Marxist freaks are going full-1984 with this crap, changing the language, the culture, all to accommodate an insanely fractional portion of the population. Why, why the fuck do people keep playing along with this insanity? Literally, playing right along with said insanity, why?…because all I see is a seemingly insignificant minority of certain people with severe mental disorders getting unprecedented attention & even “support,” from the rest of the lunatics on the left. It’s total madness, & it gets worse by the day. So over it…sheesh, aren’t you by now?
Anyway, I’m gonna keep this Fooze relatively short, & let this ridiculous story speak for its own clowny self. (Honk Noise) I broke the video up into a series of GIF animations. If you want, you can watch the video in its sordidly sad entirety by clicking the link above, which will take you directly to the story via The Gateway Pundit. Make sure to grab your barf bag. The only things “stunning” about the video is the fact that it even exists & that people support this stupid shit. Oh, & HIS performance, was certainly NOT “brave,” but definitely quite “stunning.” Let’s roll the first GIF…
This MAN, this 59-year-old MAN, who allegedly “came out as late in life, as a female,” was invited to perform this bizarre little performance for a roaringly supportive crowd, oh so brave, oh so stunning. Everything looks great, yes? Look at HIM go, look at the that shaved leg, wow, what an amazing show, so very talented HE is…(Fart Noise). HE’S got HIS flags, being held by actual WOMEN, but let’s not get caught up in details. Details don’t matter in Clownworld right? Right along with facts & sanity, nope, none of that matters, only feelings, all that matters is how you feel, correct? Well, I feel like puking, watching a grown man in a girl’s skating attire scoot around at the behest of a bunch of “woke” idiots, so is that okay? Nope? Oh, I’m a straight white male, so my “feelings” don’t mean shit, got it, now carry on skater boy, & let’s see how this plays out, assuming you didn’t watch the video in the article linked above. No worries, I chopped the whole video up into GIF animations, all for you dear reader, so you can watch as you read. Wasn’t that thoughtful of your pseudo-humble narrator? I had to watch this ridiculousness several times, over & over, to chop out some GIFs for you, so you all don’t have to, what a nice guy. The Fish™abides…now onto the next GIF…
Go, go, go “Markku,” oh wait I meant “Minna,” since this DUDE changed HIS name from Markku, let’s just call HIM “Mark,” not “Minna.” Mark to Minna, Minna to Mark, STILL a MAN, changing your name changes nada ya weirdos, sue me if it bothers you, because I am NOT, nor will I EVER, abide these mental patients with their changed names, and/or their “preferred pronouns,” EVER, nope, NEVER going to abide you degenerate beta freaks. Again, if it bothers you, sue me and/or report me, then go fuck yourself. How bout them apples? Done quasi-accepting these LARPing homosexuals…if you wanna be gay, or dress like the opposite sex, whatever, I don’t care, but the fact that this UN-ideology is being force-fed injected into the pop culture like Covaids jabs, has run its course, yet keeps running, like Forrest Gump, & just keeps going, & going, & running further & further, to where we are now, this wonky backwards upside-down mental asylum Clownworld. Where else would you find videos like the one linked above?…in the REAL world, nope, but in Clownworld, it’s EVERY FUCKING DAY with this madness. Ok, let’s keep going, & watch this GUY skate around, so brave, so stunning…here HE goes, watch HIM go, go DUDE, GO, GO, GO…
Oof, uh oh, you okay there BRO? Did you take a little spill on the ice MAN? Maybe your little skirt & panties made you unbalanced? Or perhaps it was your tucked-back balls, you know, BECAUSE YOU’RE A MAN, a 59-year-old MAN, with severe mental issues & the skater’s grace of someone with rickets. Are you kidding me right now with this? I’ve ice-skated maybe twice in my entire life, & I could do better than this. Oh but look, everyone’s cheering, the flags all waving, because HE’S so “stunning & brave.” GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE already…Jesus Christ, use your fucking real eyes for a change, & realize what this really is, a parade of social dysfunctionality, which again, I will NEVER abide. If someone who wore a clown costume every day, as if it were normal, decided to run for President of the United States, in their clown suit, would you abide that too? Oh wait, ½ of you kind of already did, so maybe that analogy is lost. Never mind then, let’s move on to the final GIF, where HIS “stunning bravery” really shines, doesn’t it? Yes, it shines like a fresh turd in a flushing toilet, but I’m just a transphobic homophobe, just another bigoted straight white male, so what do I know, right? Honk honk honk……………………….honk honk………….honk.
Oh my, what a terrible tumble HE took, awe, poor GUY. That must’ve hurt HIS knees, but HIS ego, oh no, HE’S loving it, all this pseudo-attention, given to HIM by programmed morons, who assume that THIS, this dive into the dark depths of disordered degeneracy, is not only acceptable, it should be encouraged & promoted, as if it IS, in fact, acceptable. Acceptable to who, though? I never “accepted” this, I never even cared, until EVERY GOD DAMN DAY I had to hear about it. It’s unescapable, unless you’re lucky enough to be able to afford to live off-grid, far away from the never-ending honk-honk from Clownworld. Even then, the clowns can find you, & empty their clown car in your driveway, honk-honk-honking the whole time until you have no choice but to go see what all the damn noise is about. It’s getting worse too, by the day, but none of this is going to matter soon. Why would THIS, this relentless shoving-into-the-shitstorm of special interest groups, why would this NOT matter anymore, after so much effort has been undertaken by your big tech overlords to push this queer-theory-agenda into everyone’s interpretation of the current zeitgeist, why would this no longer matter?
Unfortunately, & obviously I could be totally wrong as this is ONLY my own mere speculation, but sadly I think there’s another Black Swan Event on the horizon, a big one too. Here’s some plausibly possible scenarios for the not-so-distant future: First, Covaids, yes Covaids, particularly as it relates to those who got jabbed, as I have GRAVE concerns that millions of you are going to drop dead from whatever they injected into you. Pun NOT intended there, “grave,” but it IS a well-timed pun, so it gets to fly here. We don’t suppress clever wordery on my site, but I digress, as if on cue. Anyway, back to the Covaids holocaust. Do you even know what holocaust actually means? Sure, they’ve altered the definition recently, as they’ve altered many other definitions, in order to fulfill their own agenda. Change the language, change the history, quite Orwellian, is it not? They are though, ACTIVELY, like right now, changing the culture to complete their delusional visions of a dystopian future, where “YOU will eat bugs, own nothing, but be “happier” than you’ve ever been.” Their words, not mine, & the fulfillment of their aforementioned agenda will be much easier if 85-90% of you were dead & gone. I must emphasize that I DO NOT WANT MILLIONS OF PEOPLE TO DIE FROM A SHOT THEY WILLINGLY TOOK, despite being misled, & in some cases, FORCED to take that jab. They didn’t know, they didn’t know one of the side effects would be SADS, this “Sudden Adult Death Syndrome,” which seems to be getting more prevalent by the day, literally. I read the news every day, fake news and/or otherwise, just to get the full perspective so I can use my own critical-thinking skills to understand this 3d reality, & SADS is spreading, even though they STILL aren’t publicly connecting it to the jab. Use your common sense, does it seem normal for healthy athletes who’ve been jabbed to be dropping dead left & right? Young healthy people, just collapsing from heart attacks & dying. They then find blood clots, blood clots in the dead, which caused the cardiac arrests, but why? What is causing the blood clots?
DUH…double-duh by now, sheesh. IT’S THE COVAIDS JAB CAUSING THIS. Come on people, ugh, it’s so frustrating, & I suppose it’s going to take millions of deaths before they DO finally acknowledge what is really going on, when it’s much too late, & the damage is done, but that was only one possible future. I am no doctor, not a scientist, so I have no clue about the next phase of the Covaids scamdemic. I am only speculating based on the evidence I have seen thus far, so take all I say with a grain if salt, as they say. Wait, why do the proverbial they say that? What does that expression even mean? “Take it with a grain of salt,” what does that mean? Hmmm, how about let’s look it up & discover together, shall we?
Ok, apparently no one knows for sure where that expression definitively came from, and/or what it really means, & now that we’ve solved that puzzle, somewhat, let’s go to the next possible scenario…World War 3. The USA just sent tanks to Ukraine, essentially proving that we are already in a proxy war with Russia. We keep poking that bear, & that Russian bear is gonna wake up, & he isn’t going to be happy. It’s impossible to know what’s really going on with that though since the fake news keeps pushing propaganda as usual. They’re pushing a narrative, not the truth, & we will probably never know the real story unfortunately. That’s the name of the game here in Clownworld, no reality, only narratives, & people LARP in this pseudo-reality in accordance with said narratives, & thus, it’s all become a global case of unprecedented planetary psychosis. I’ll throw “hypnosis” in there too, in the sense that so many of you are are programmed to exist in accordance with this UN-reality, you don;t even realize what you’re doing and/or saying most of the time. Don’t blame me, I had nothing to do with it, I’m just here illustrating the most truth I can squeeze out this agenda-driven turnip. Am I not “stunning & brave?” Is telling the truth, in a world of deception, deemed “stunning & brave?” Nope? Bummer, because it should be, but such is the way of Clownworld. Well, would you look at that? I completed the circularity for this Fooze, so “stunning & brave,” the way my serpent eats its own tail, only to start again at the beginning from the end on the infinite loop of time. Speaking of time…until next time dear reader, be “stunning & brave,”…honk honk honk. At least we all got to learn where, “take it with a grain of salt” might have come from. We love to learn here, don’t we?
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 