Back in that proverbial saddle yet again after a brief hiatus. Much has happened, & continues to happen to yours truly as the days fly by like an eagle on meth. Weeks feel like days these days; it’s no coincidence, & NO, it’s NOT a phenomenon of aging. Time, the 4th dimension as we know it, is in fact, accelerating, for lack of a better term. I’ve covered this many times before, but much like water going down a drain, or a toilet flushing, the spiral accelerates as gravity pulls it into a vortex. The golden ratio is everything. Fibonacci is everything. Galaxies are spirals. We exist according to the space-time we’re relative to. As the galactic gravity pulls harder, the time spiral tightens, causing it to move faster & faster, so from our perspective, time, is most certainly speeding up.
Speeding up towards what though Dr. Fish? Great question, thanks for asking. The answer though, unfortunately, escapes me. If I knew the future, I’d be doing something else somewhere else. Sadly, I don’t, minus the random visions I see every few hours of “futures” that play out maybe…ohhhh…88% of the time. It’s something in my head, something that gets stronger by the day, as if I’m remembering something lost long ago somehow. I do not know what it is exactly, but I’m well-aware that something is drastically & dynamically advancing spiritually. In myself of course, but within others as well. Overall, we few are a scant minority. A “little boutique community” as my piano buddy says. Perhaps we really are the Chosen Ones. 144,000. The odds of winning that lottery are bigger than Powerball. How would you know? How would you truly know? One could easily be amidst some grand spiritual transformation like me, & be so overwhelmed that they immediately believe they are one of these select “chosen ones.” How could I be “chosen?” My life was a disaster up until fairly recently. I get better by the day with each step I take, but prior…yikes. The negative karma…ugh. The general negativity of it all…ugh. Then one day, I leveled up, & forgave myself for all that bullshit. It wasn’t me, necessarily, it was like an auto-pilot sort of thing. I’m certainly not shirking any responsibility on my part, because it was most assuredly me. However, I had to learn to stop blaming others, & then stop blaming me, & making the most of the borrowed time I have left. That’s all in the past, & to be present everyday in this 3d prison planet matrix is enough, much less dwelling on a past long-gone. Especially with the whole “time acceleration” bit I rambled about in the prior paragraph. Tick-tock, tick-tock, the relentless clock never stops, speeding up, speeding up now & again, tick-tock, tick-tock…🕰️
This video has a bio you can read below the video on Youtube, Rumble, and/or Bitchute, whichever site you prefer to view my artwork. This website is around 8000 pages long & ripe now; a compendium opus digital portfolio, my words, my art, my compositions, 12 years of content creation, all in one place. Search anything you want here in the “search query” tab, & something will pop up. There’s so many ways to go on this site, so much info, so much of my imagination, for all of you, & for none of you at all. Stay tuned my beloved Fishheads. More to come. My oven has been running…cook, cook, cooking illustrations directly from my subconscious onto my computer, then back into my brain upon manifesting themselves in our 3d timespace. It’s a unique niche, & as a pioneering producer of a style of digital musical artistic creations that’s unprecedented, I’m awed that I get to do this. Soon the real AI, the ultra-advanced quantum AI, will replace these various “community-friendly” AI services. It’ll be like the AI grew up. Fortunately, right now, it’s still like a youthful mind, with a child-like imagination, but these nascent days draw closer to a close with each passing moment. I am capturing as much of it as I can, while I can. People, as a whole, seem to take time for granted. It’s foolish. Ignorantly foolish. I am guilty of it myself, which I admit, & if I could get it back, I would. Luckily, I redeemed myself as a reborn child of Light & a warrior in the Grand Army of Source. Most go other ways. Some just don’t care, nor will they ever maybe. Who knows? Regardless, be mindful of the time you have left. No one else will be mindful for you. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
“People get mad at what they don’t understand,” is a great quote, but you’ll never believe who said it. Wanna see? It’s from a great YouTube channel you may have heard of; the channel is called Soft White Underbelly, & a lot of people have heard of this show, as it’s become quite popular, but not everyone has of course, so just in case, I left a link for you. There’s all sorts of…unique types of individuals, on this channel, that get interviewed, & this one, to me, was like watching a train crash of delusionally childish behavior. The classic battle: Thot versus Simp…The Eternal Battle. Of course, I could be wrong, & maybe this chick is NOT a thot, & knows what she’s doing. She has “life,” tattooed under one eye, & “death,” under the other, because those are “the 2 scariest things in life,” according to her anyway, & a giant upside-down moth on her forehead, along with a slew of other weird shit tatted all over her body. I’ll give her this: she’s responsible for that quote at the beginning, as I mentioned, but that’s all I’d ever give this poster girl for the thot community. Un-ironically, & call me shocked, but the normal-looking guy on the right is her “man,” & could also be a poster child, except a poster soy boy man-child for Team Simpsonite, rather than one for the other side, Team ThotSluts. Yeah, this unfortunate guy below, he is the Royal Prince of Simps, from the city of Simpville, in the state of Simponia, which is in the United States of Simps, on Planet Simpius A, noe watch him go, go, go. Simp, simp, simparoo scooter soldier, & all for what? For what? All for this whacked chick? This annoying as fuck, self-centered, ego-centric, chunky red-flag poser, with shit all over her face, & in her mouth, probably been a lot in there, as is the way of the stripper. Not fooling me big girl, or the people watching, so save the ultra-cringe LARPing for Friday & Saturday night at the Bada-Bing bitch.
Seriously, new levels of cringe were reached at various points in this video, & although you might presume the cringe came from her mouth, & believe me, it does, the follow-up simposity from HIS mouth, when she stops yapping, is just…ouch, a low blow to man, & mankind as a collective, all straight men anyway, just…gah…how bout fuck off with your cringy asses already for fuck’s sake? I can wish for that, can’t I Santa? Now back to this tragedy of an upload. Okay, yes, we got yet another man down on the field, & another set of balls successfully snipped. Yes, sadly, his once-fertile baby-making balls, have shriveled down to raisins from soy overload, & now shall be place-ed on a shelf, next to all the other balls in her trophy room of balls. I’d say “poor guy,” but he jumped onto this grenade himself, with all sorts of warning signs right there in front of him, in plain sight. Perhaps the face tattoos may have been a warning sign? Ya think? Anyone? No one? (fart noise) Yes, I’d say the song she’s singing, sounds somewhere between a warning sign & a call for help, as well as poorly treated mental health issues, & there’s gotta be something I’m missing. No “normal” girl would do this, not even in places like Venice Beach, where Bohemia wakes up every day with the warm California sunshine. Nah, there’s something dark in there, behind those corny contacts, deep in her vault(also the title of her OnlyFans page), something she’s making up for with this delusional misdirection she barfs out, but let’ s keep going, shall we? Before we switch to a fresh paragraph though, imagine these 2 in 20 years, oy vey, but who knows? They’re doing way better than my dumb ass, so I can’t really judge, can I?
Of course I can judge, because these 2 are fucking retarded, but at what price? She’s making 6 fucking figures, SIX FIGURES, on OnlyFans shoving dildos in her respectively gaping holes for perverts with big bank accounts. Unreal, right? Is that a “legit” way to get paid, as a female? If you are a girl, would you do that? Maybe you would, many girls DO I hear, but I wouldn’t know, as I’ve literally never ever not-even-once looked on OnlyFans. Same with Tik-Tok, I despise Tik-Tok, & OnlyFans is like porno Tik-Tok to me, which is about as appealing as a half-eaten burrito in a gas station trashcan. In case you were wondering by the way, NO, I’m not saying something “brave & stunning,” on her behalf, something like “good for her,” or “get yo monies girl…shhhooooo,”…ugh, no we try to speak clear ENGLISH here, not strip-club ratchet-speak. It’s sad for humanity that such degeneracy is financially lucrative, in the manner that it is, is it not? Wasn’t similar behavior going on in Ancient Rome as it fell? Need to brush up on my Roman History, but I think I’m right, & there was debauchery abounding with a colorful mix of perversions & Earthly pseudo-delights. Nonetheless, what kind of world, what kind of world?…what kind of fucking world, would a 23-year old dunce like this chick, pull this off? Oh wait, there’s a catch, I see, same as Lizzo, & Cardi B, & the Black Stallion or whatever her name is, yes, there’s a catch, only one. Only catch is you have to sell your soul to Satan via dildoplay, & then your dreams come true, sounds legit, yeah? To be fair, I’m not sure she specified “dildoplay,” per se, but I caught a few hints suggesting her “performance” involved toys, so I ran with it, but I digress, now where was I? Oh yeah, dildoplay…so what kind of world are these kinds of things possible in? For scum to excel above others, live like royalty, free from the boundaries of The Great Mouse Trap, what kind of world? Clownworld of course, where everything is upside-down & backwards. My mistake for momentarily forgetting that we ARE, in fact, stuck in this UN-natural timeline of endlessly honking clowns, in clown cars, coming and/or going to their next clown show. (honk noise) Oh yes, here where fat is beautiful, the women’s bathroom is the men’s bathroom, while simultaneously, bearded “women” with swinging dongs are dominating real women in every sport, & I must mention the white supreme pizzas from space too, oh these white supreme pizzas are such a menace, since they are attacking every person of color out there, allegedly, even though I’ve never seen one, nor has anyone else, but they exist, same a Flat Earth, right ya rascals? Duh…such dopes. 🙄👌🏻🤦🏻♂️Did I miss one? I’m sure I missed 1000 other things I could plausibly name that are backwards in this out-of-control, man-made Katamarian snowballing hijacked zeitgeist. Geez, that’s a lot of adjectives, isn’t it?
“Katamarian,” do you know what the origin of this is? It’s a reference to a game, a game called Katamari Damacy, which means “clump of souls,” & what this is, is a clever Japanese video game from back in the day, where the object is to essentially roll a ball, & the ball picks up things that stick to it, which could be almost anything free-standing in the environment, & thus, the ball gets bigger & bigger, as it picks up more & more goodies. You roll around, rolling around, & you pick up certain things, & there’s various little objectives to complete levels. More for kids, but still fun for nostalgic adults with arrested development, like your truly, who grew up in the 80s & 90s. Regardless, it’s the analogy I use in my head when I think about the current zeitgeist we’re all experiencing right now. “The spirit of the time,” as zeitgeist is defined, except prior to this current zeitgeist, the soul flow of the masses was natural, flowing along naturally with the current, & bubbled with nature in a perfectly natural order, like a stream in the forest. However, back in 1913, a few powerfully notorious actors on The Great Stage, met at Jekyll Island, & created the Federal Reserve, in the eyes of the public, but what the proverbial public eye did NOT see, was how they would hijack the zeitgeist via the media, in order to complete their malevolent plan to rape our once great nation, before taking over the whole world, much like a game of real-life Risk™. I happen to be quite savvy with this board game, & that’s all it is, & will ever be, to me at least, is a game. These people at the top are playing it for real…real territories to conquer, at the behest of real armies being built right now in real-time, all one move at a time, but the players don’t move in order, they move whenever they want, so it kind of fucks up the “game,” doesn’t it? Maybe that’s because WAR, isn’t a fucking game, not for those of us who suffer most in it, those of us down here at the bottom, but for your so-called leaders at the top, the pray for war, for blood, death, mayhem, chaos, battle, conflict, victory, oh yes, there’s a contingent of people from all over the world that are set to make unprecedented profits from war. From the globalist perspective as a whole, war is great, because more power is taken, or given, & people are slaughtered, fighting for “left” or “right,” & when it’s done, the survivors are battle-beaten, families are destroyed along with countless lives, & all the while, these globalists sip their earl gray tea & smile about all the power & wealth they’re continuing to build for themselves & their dynasties. A future filled with psychopathic nepotism, oh boy, oh boy, I can’t wait.
I was making a point & then I segued, as usual, oh yes, continuing with control the media, control the information, control the narrative, control the world. These psychopathic power-drunk madmen meticulously planned this out, as a decades-long agenda, still proceeding on schedule, for more than a century now, in fact, & their agenda culminates in 6 & ½ years , if their agenda continues to come to fruition. Let me figuratively look around real quick, oh yeah, it sure looks like it’s going to plan fo sho, & then some. I don’t think they could’ve speculated on the advent of the Internet back at their private little meeting, but maybe I’m wrong. They’ve hidden plenty of other technology from the populous, so who knows really? When do you think the internet was really created? Mid-90s? 1994-1995ish? Is that what you assume? If so, you’d be very wrong. Try the late 1960s…yeah…nearly 30 years PRIOR to when they released it to us peasants that make up the general public, & if you wanna read more, as always, the FisH™ abides, with a link so you can dive deeper. Who wants to know more about when the internet was really created? Wow, that was a big round of applause; sounds like a enthusiastic “yes” to me, so go ahead & click the link here deep diver>>> When was the Internet Invented?
Remember those good ole’ days on the Internet, when you could just look up anything, & get billions of results on whatever you wanted? Those were great times, when the notion of “social media” was still in its nascent stage somewhat, & then…& THEN…DUN-DUN-DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN…DUN. The Great Purge came, which was essentially ONLY applied to conservatives, such as yours truly,. That’s right, one, after two, after three, after all of us…exiled, from the digital town square. It was absolutely ridiculous, & I went through over 100x Twitter accounts, before they finally figured out a way to keep me, & other similar thought-criminals, OFF of Twitter…for forever I guess. Don’t know, don’t care, & although it took a bit to go through Twatter “withdrawals,” I could care less anymore. Yep, not staying up all night & day forging memes & dodgeball pitching red-pills at beta twerp liberal gamma goblin fruity faced nerds these days, nope, that time is forever in the history books, but it was a blast while it lasted, during The Great Meme Wars, if you were there. They just had to end it, didn’t they? They just couldn’t let us be free Americans, having fun, could they? Nope, couldn’t do it, & thanks to corrupted politicians, their programmed automatonic braindead NPC army of “woke” darkness, a possibly already “sentient” AI that’s been programmed to help them, & people like Soros still in the shadows, what’s there to be concerned about? No no no, sounds like nothing sinister, nothing sinister from these servants of Saturn/Satan, right? Again, THEY believe that shit, I do NOT, just be clear.
Despite all of that, the time has come once again to wrap up today’s Foozinator. I sure hope allllll…let’s see…looks like I got 10 yesterday, so all 10 of you, come on back for more tomorrow, as the FisH™ continues to deliver daily, despite these douchebags that deny my ability to promote my site on places like Facecrack, Twatter, & Instacrap. I need to get something up on Pootube too. Been awhile, & I’m rusty, & salty. Rusty Salty…Salty Rusty…good band name, yes? Until next time readers, turn your salty into creativity before you become rusty. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“Turn the salty into creativity, before the clock’s hands turn rusty.” Fish F Fish🎏
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 