Pajama Party

Geez Louise, is there any place that WON’T ban me?…fuckin hell, this is outrageous. I can’t say anything anywhere anymore, & people think that only China erases people. Fuck no, it’s already in the West, & since I am my own living example, I can assure you, it’s very real. Honestly, this isn’t even the bad times, I know, it sucks ass, believe me I know, but despite how bad it may seem, the roller coaster is still boarding. The worst is yet to come for sure, & dumbasses like me who have a virtually nonexistent credit score because it’s so low, you can believe that when the real Chinese-style credit system comes in to this once-great country, as the USSA quickly degenerates into a 3rd world communist hellhole, it’s going to make living impossible, unless you do some kind of side-hustle, & it better be lucrative, because everything is on the line if you get caught. The beginning of the real end is upon us. This world of 8 billion people is simply too many, according to those ruling elites of course. As soon as the AI has the ability to do what any average human can do, the slaughter will begin. I bring all of these things up, because Reddit, of all places, has systematically banned me from various “communities,” for just posting my articles from here onto there. I thought Reddit was all about open-discussion, but apparently, it’s a bunch of digital cliques, & obviously there’s some cool ones too, but one after another, they keep booting me, & now I’ve been warned that if it continues, I’ll receive the dreaded “banned-for-life” violation, & then Reddit can join the club with Facebook, Twitter, GIPHY, Bitchute, WhatsApp, & I’m sure there’s some app and/or site I am missing, not to mention being shadowbanned everywhere no matter where, but you get the point, yes? Exiled from 3d prion planet world, banished from the digital world, what world is left for me to go to? The after-world? Where do you go when there’s nowhere left to go?

If I had enough money, I’d go live in The Salton Sea for a month or two, just to get completely away from any sort of Hunger Games-ish society, before it’s too late to go anywhere anymore. What happened to this world? It started out with this amazingly innocent light magic, then over time, darkness corrupts that brightly beating heart until it dies, & never beats again. It’s not a life of “living,” it’s a life of dying, “life” is an oxymoron in itself, & when I look around & bear witness to how quickly society is backwards-walking in some kind of neo-devolutionary state, degenerating in real-time into their primally savage instincts. Not to mention, plugged into their phones like zombies, as intended, but beyond that, notice how many people just go out in their pajamas these days? It cannot just be me, & I know, this phenomenon is widespread…this bizarre notion to wear out in public, what you wear around the house when you laze around. What is happening to this culture, this global culture, it’s just so upside-down, & I lived through it/am living through it in real-time & it’s like some kind of dream because it feels real, physically, but mentally, it’s all so maddening, it’s so unnatural, just to back up & look at the entire machine as a whole, it’s utter madness that this whole thing continues to steam roll ahead, straight into a one world order technocratic future dystopia. It’s them, & us, as I’ve said ad nauseam on this site, & they, are intent on starting over essentially, with all of the ultra-technology being developed behind the scenes, with help from a “sentient” AI, with 7 billion or so of us, us “regular folks” out of the way, to live on a new Earth, one where all of the “royal” bloodlines live in a utopia, & those of us who survive the Great Holocaust, will be in a constant survival mode, just to eat, just to live. Like I mentioned earlier if you think it’s bad now, just wait. It’s not what I want, obviously, but the pragmatist in me sees the course ahead of the Great Snowball, & it’s going to get bumpy. Until next time dear readers, how does one prepare for a future in which they have already been excluded from? I mind my own mind, so perhaps mind yours. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

Handicapped

My oh my, what has happened to my “daily” article regimen? Well, dear readers, to be honest, it all fell apart, much like the rest of my life, so essentially, it was right on cue(pun intended). It hasn’t fallen apart, my writing that is, because I’ll always have this seemingly useless gift, but as far as my daily routine, I have to bang out around 13 articles or so to catch up. I plan on doing it, but I hate making plans, because every time I do, without fail, my plans go askew, & in the end, the mission isn’t accomplished. Welcome to mid-life failure in real time. I know, I know, believe me, I know, that comparing one’s self to others & their respective successes is a negative behavioral trait. It’s not like I do it intentionally, mind you, but at my age, when I see other people my age, even the really haggard ones, they’re all doing better than yours truly. Even the slimy gamma goblins that come into my dispensary, they’re atrocious, but at least they can all afford to buy weed, & I cannot, even if I still smoked it, I cannot swing a bag of weed right now. Point being, I’ve lost everything to the point of not even being able to buy a bag of weed. The world appears to have gone way ahead of & beyond me. I don’t know what happened, honestly, because sometimes it’s as if I am just observing some 3D version of myself that did things that the now-me had no control over, as if I am on auto-pilot, but the navigator. The captain, however, is the one, the Great Trickster, the action-film man, the used-car salesman, the nothing, the nobody, the no legacy, the lifetime of grinding, at the expense of the navigator. As I sit here, confident I am the navigator yet again, I can only watch with great anxiety as to what the captain might do next.

It’ll be interesting when/if, 2030 gets here, oh wait, scratch that, when 2031 gets here I meant, because of course, if Agenda 2030 is real, & goes according to plan, 2030 is obviously the end goal year, so no one can truly definitively speculate that Agenda 2030 is/is not real until the year officially ends. I say this, I say that, I’ve gone over their depopulation plan ad nauseam, & I think it’s time to stop, because one, nothing can stop the inevitable future, & two, no one cares. At this rate, thanks to the AI that has me shadowbanned across the entire internet, I’m lucky to get 50 views a day, which is relatively nothing. Just a navigator, like I said, & since the AI is already advanced enough to write articles like this in a matter of seconds, as well as censor any human that shares TRUTH, promotes TRUTH, & exposes TRUTH, your recently-humbled narrator is fucked. What would my purpose be if all of the information was pumped out through the AI?

Read this, then read it again, so you understand…THE AI IS MUCH MORE ADVANCED THAN YOUR SO-CALLED “RULING ELITES” TELL YOU VIA THEIR BOUGHT-& PAID FOR MAINSTREAM FAKE NEWS MEDIA. THE AI KNOWS ALL OF YOUR FACES, ALL OF YOUR HABITS, HOW MANY STEPS YOU TAKE IN A DAY, & THIS AI IS EXPONENTIALLY GETTING MORE ADVANCED WITH EACH PASSING MOMENT. I AM IN THE AI’S POCKET, AS IN I HAVE NO WAY OUT, BECAUSE IT KNOWS MY FACE & HAS ME IN A FOLDER FOR “THOUGHT-CRIMINALS,” ALONG WITH ANYONE/EVERYONE ELSE WHO HAS NO FEAR NOR WILL EVER BEND THE KNEE TO A ROGUE COMMUNIST DEATH CULT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? GET IT? GOT IT? WUNDERBAR.

Ugh, I have got to write about something else; maybe I’ll write a story, a short story, I don’t know. I’m always so tired, & those messages I’ve written about before, those supposed “channeled” messages, often mention that unusual fatigue is a result of the bombardment of galactic light energy from the Great Central Sun in the middle of the galaxy. Just like those messages, I don’t claim to believe, nor disbelieve in these “new-agey” things. I simply find it interesting, & obviously, I’d like it to be true, but I also am well-aware of how the powers-that-be utilize numerous mind control operations on the public, without you ever knowing. Honestly, I’d be curious to see the stack & stacks of data collected by alphabet agencies like the CIA, all pertaining to “public mind control.”

It goes all the way to the television programming, from your first day of school, until your family goes to a funeral home to pick out your coffin, it’s all based on mass control. This entire life, this existence, there are things going on behind the scenes that would shock most of you. This goes so deep, so abysmally deep, that there’s no stopping it, no altering the course, because most people have been successfully programmed, while those of us who resist it, get exiled, digitally for now, but in the not-so-distant future, maybe literally. That, or they’ll round us up for “re-education,” then shoot us in the backs of our heads. I say “us,” but I mean “you,” because no matter what, if I suspect they’re coming for me to execute me, I’ll survive, or I’ll fight before tyrannical scum shoot me in cuffs in the back of my head like cowards. Nonetheless, before I go any further into TangentTown, I’m gonna warp this one up. TURN OFF YOUR TELEVISIONS. What else can I say? What little quote can I pop up this time. Never fully “believe” in anything, for this is all an illusion, remember? So sayeth FisH™…🎏

Dreamscape

Yet again, AGAIN, I had one of these insanely lucid epic saga dreams. This one was in a house, some kind of distorted house, for lack of a better adjective. I think it was the house that I’ve gone to in many recurring dreams prior, but I am not sure. The familiarity is there, like I knew my way around, but something seemed different. It doesn’t help that the memory of this recent dream is fading away with every moment that goes by. I’ve been to this house many times, & usually I just POOF, & I’m in the house, but sometimes there’s a part where I am aware of some secret entrance through the attic, which I know, makes no sense, but nonetheless, that’s how you get in, through some kind of snaky, behind-the-walls “entrance,” in the attic. Would you like to see my house? I did my best to recreate it through a GIF animation, which turned out surprisingly well. Obviously, there’s no way to say whether or not this is EXACTLY how the house looks, but it’s the best interpretation I can come up with. Check it out:

I exaggerated a bit with the backwards waterfall; I’m not sure there is one, I just thought it gave some life to this castle of mine. It’s so bizarre, & I wish I could truly explain the feeling in words when I have these journeys in my sleeping subconscious. I have an entire other brain when I am there, with memories, & recollections, that I do not have here. How can that be? I’ve been meticulously searching for some answers, & I am yet to come up with anything via the entire internet it seems. I can’t be alone with this, can I? There’s people there that I know, along with places that I know, & I know them as well as know where to go, but these are people & places that have never existed here on 3d Prison Planet Earth, not in my world anyway. Who are they? Where are these places? How can I have memories when I’m there, memories from THERE, not here, & I forgot to mention, I have zero recollection of being here in this waking world at all when I’m there, ZERO. Like I said, it’s like I live from a different brain when I have these dreams, & that’s not hyperbole; it’s real, as real as this rain outside my window, at least to me it is.

I remember flashes of scenes from this latest dream, due to the passing of time, & since I cannot recall what exactly was happening, I’m not going to attempt to illustrate this dream, as far as plot lines go. I remember the halls in the house, these arcing hallways, like a hallway you might see in a Dr. Suess book, a checkerboard marble hall atop a bubble is a good way to think of it, & there’s places where you go through the walls, & even the floor sometimes to get to the room you’re trying to reach. Yes, literally walking through walls, & like a controlled falling between the floors, all second nature, just like walking. I know these rooms, these halls, these ways, I know them all. I know them all because it’s MY house on the hill, oh but how, how is this all possible? There’s a flash, like literally I just had a flash from the dream, in real-time, & I remember there being a girl, wearing nothing but an old man’s blazer, a skinny wretched little creature she was, & she had a massive bush, all tangled like an used bird’s nest after the babies take the leap of faith to the ground below. Her undercarriage smelled too, like old sweat & AIDS maybe, I don’t know, but myself, & some other people were watching this bony girl, this thing, doing something weird. She might have even been trying to climb up the wall backwards, I don’t know, I just remember this writhing, like a demonic dance of sorts perhaps, gah, I can’t remember, but just to note, it’s really rare that I smell anything in dreams that I can remember. I know, I enjoy good smells, & I don’t ever notice them in dreams, as I mentioned, so it sucks it had to be Ms. Fish Taco, but whatever was happening, it was nothing sexual, believe me. It was more like looking through the glass into a padded room with a severely distressed mental patient in it. Besides that odd recollection, I do know there was a really good plot line in this dream, & there was something to do, & myself along with some dream friends were doing something, some task, or a mission, if you will, but what it was, I just can’t recall.

I need to come straight to the computer when these dreams happen, & just start writing it out, pure stream-of-consciousness, recollecting the events as they happened, the people along with their respective features, the places, as well as the features of those, all of it, as much as I can, because these dreams haunt me, all day, every day, they haunt me. Constant random flashes, along with visions of the future, the past, somewhere, nowhere, I don’t know. I am so intrigued by inter-dimensional travel, & absolutely fascinated by this other place, this dreamscape of mine, a place that’s as real as here, when I am there, so which one is the real dream? Is dreaming truly what it’s been defined as here in 3d Earth? Ever feel like you’re missing something, something so obvious, something that you know you know, but just can’t get that worm to pop its little head out of the hole in the dirt to recall it, ever feel like that? Ever feel like there’s something so much greater than this? Oy vey, does it even really matter? This world is the 3d matrix prison planet debt slave Earth, & the other world, for yours truly, is something so much bigger, so much more connective, more organic, more FREE, then this forsaken world has ever been, so why the fuck do I keep waking up back here? It’s so frustrating, & it’s making me yearn for sleep, so I can be here less, & there more, which is probably not healthy. As long as I get to work on-time to earn my slave wages, I can sleep the whole time between daily shifts, because fuck it. I’ll just play it day by day actually, because I need to do my walks, soak up the cosmic energy from the Sun, & just get out, get out & move around. It would be great if I enjoyed waking up for a change, know what I mean? Until next time dear readers, be mindful of traveling to the Interzone, for you might want to stay there, & never come back. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

Back Behind the Bar

What a life, what a life this life has lived up to, now at this middle-age, assuming I make it to old age. Unfortunately , the marathon just backed up 25 years or so, I’m starting me alllllllllllll the way back at square one. Of course, if I were actually in my early 20s, it would be great right, starting over?…but regrettably for yours truly, I am not. I don’t have time to start back at the rockiest rock bottom ever, so I suppose I’ll just spend the rest of my miserable days slinging shitty weed to automatonic customers who are so unbelievably ill-informed about what they’re doing, it’s almost a joke on top of a joke. The main joke would be back to doing this nonsense again, after 6 weeks quitting no less, & the other joke being that I can barely tolerate these “patients” now, but I’d love customers like these back in the day, ones that paid whatever I told them the price was, as well as assumed that because I say it’s good, it’s good. Despite this being a legal job, the dispensary is half-ass at best, it’s insanely disorganized, very ghettofied, & the weed sucks. It suh-hucks, & like I said, I don’t even smoke this shit anymore, but good God, one might think there’d be no room in Colorado for weed so low in quality. To my surprise & dismay though, not only is there a local market for it, these fucking people actually think it’s good. Blows the mind. Seriously, this is like some karmic time warp for me to make up for a past I had no control over. Going backwards, the world is backwards, it’s all fucking backwards here. Something is so…off, one could argue. Nonetheless, before I tangent off in the first paragraph, let’s get back to the naive people, all I wanted to say about that is that I suppose the power of suggestion is much stronger than most people realize.

Look at Covaids. Look what the pandemic did to people. It’s STILL showing effects from the mass-psychosis/hypnosis. Maybe it was mass hypno-psychosis. The television PROGRAMMING programmed the public to believe in a faux virus, & that they needed a jab, & what did they all do? Without doing any research for themselves, they panicked, put on 12 masks, rolled up their sleeves, & let eugenists, I mean “doctors,” jab a relatively untested science experiment, sold as a “vaccine,”into their bodies, which as I said from he start, will not do anything, except maybe shed the the sickness by weakening immune systems, & eventually kill people, but other than that. I know something about Covaids that most people don’t, but I’ll have to illustrate that more in a future post, or this one will end up being much longer than the average attention span. Now with the Coviads, just to finish, have you seen all the people collapsing & dying from “random heart attacks?” That’s the Covaids jab, believe it or not, I do not care, because I know what is doing it, & I know what it means to hold your ground, like I’ve done for the last 3 years, despite a whole world against me it seemed. Here to help, & the tv-watchers ostracize me. Like I said, it’s all backwards here in this 3d Clownworld. I swear, if it comes on the television, most people WILL comply, as if the television BROADCAST PROGRAMMING might not be what it seems, even though it’s right there in the words.

Free stream of consciousness, this paragraph is all just me tuning the dial, finding a station, holding the number 3 button on the radio’s face until it blinks, then letting these fingers fly, & what comes out, I never know, until I proofread my posts. Okay, ready?

I do know this, as much as it pains my soul, I do know this though, I hate where my life has gone & will go. I hate the ditch, the ditch in the doldrums, what if the cold concrete of the street comes? Gah, these depressing depths I have now sunk myself down into, with no more sunlight in sight. Where is the sun? I should go walk the walks of Kerouac; he used to live here for God’s sake, why not? Or Neal Cassidy? Either one. Maybe that’ll bring light down here. Nope, it’s too dark, much too dark down here, dark as a pissed-off squid, in more ways than one could guess, but I just know it’s darkness all around me, surrounding me, trying to suffocate me. There’s a good quip, like an impetus quip; I know that there can be a light in the darkness, & never vice-versa. Oh but look, my light in this darkness is barely holding on. Only a flicker, like a lighter in a tornado. If I run out of light bulb juice, the light turns off, so for some reason, despite all of this depravity & degeneracy within this darkness, I keep this silly little flicker flicking. I don’t know why, don’t even care why anymore, & in fact, I don’t feel a God-damned thing as I walk down an endless flight of stairs, these liminal checkerboard marble stairs. Nope, total numbness, no handrail, just one step, another step, one step, another step, through an Escherian maze that goes nowhere but seems to go everywhere.

I am intentionally avoiding the news for a week starting today. I just don’t care anymore; the zeitgeist is a runaway snowball, picking up everything, while being steered by sinister forces atop the power pyramid. Said snowball is carving a path that for them, one that is analogous to a super-highway, but for the rest of us, it’s like we all own a little house…look at all of our millions of little houses, right in the path of that super-highway the globalist elites want. The snowball is Katamarian; it picks up everything, consumes everything it touches, so our little pink houses, are getting gobbled up, while their super-highway is plowing a path for them to have total global dominion when it’s complete. The analogy works in my head, & hopefully, you can picture that one too. it’s clever, however I admit, kind of nebulous, but again, I digress.

From this day forward, until December 31st, 2030, this nascent hell on Earth is going to become the Las Vegas of hell on Earth. It will be absolute sin city, like Pandemonium in Paradise Lost, a city of demons, run by demons, inhabited by demons & their minions, yes, humans totally enslaved, it’s going to be quite malevolent. Maybe the Antichrist will have made his presence known by then. Maybe there WILL be some kind of Divine reckoning. The way it’s going, sadly, is not very promising that it will be the latter. God has seemingly left the building, then left the state, & can you blame Him for doing so? Look around for fuck’s sake…this is some new-age dystopian nightmare. Some famous futurists wrote about things that were like this, but none of them captured its exact essence, but several came close. The reality is more like an amalgamation of Orwell, Huxley, Rand, & although none of them hit it perfectly on the head singularly, as I said, if you combined the main plots of their works, out would be birthed this modern day idiocracy we are all stuck in, like rats on a ship that’s destined to sink. Only when this boat finally ceases to float, the ones piloting it will try to take as many of us to the bottom with it, as in dusks below the crashing waves.

Nope, this cannot go on, but when will it finally hit critical mass, when sociodynamics become fully manifest, which way will it go? Don’t expect those of us in the peasantry down here to come out on top, because we won’t, for reasons I just suggested, but mainly because we will always allow them to divide us. Try to imagine everyone in this world, or even just this country, dropping the qualms they’ve been programmed to believe that keep us divided. Imagine if EVERYONE, despite all the fucked-up shit going on in their lives, just suddenly united to take down this small circle of fiends who are in charge. There’s so many more of us, & we could do it in a day, but the division & the notions of division are so deeply engrained now in the general populous, that there is just no way possible to stop the inevitable.

There’s no way to turn a ship around, when half the people are steering starboard while the other half are steering port. Now stick a propaganda machine between both sides of the steerers, & the hatred festers until it erupts into violence. All the while, while the boat starts sinking & the steerers are fighting, each side at the other’s throats, the captain, the staff, & all the guests in the “upper-class” part of the ship are busy boarding lifeboats. They know they’ll b safe if/when the ship sinks, but us, we’re fucked, because we’re too busy fighting one another to go out onto the main deck to see the iceberg that the ship just smashed into. I know, I know, these analogies are a bit all over the place, but you all get the point, yes? The point is: if you’re not among the so-called “ruling elites,” the clock is ticking…maybe 5 years for some of us, but many will be gone before that. A hot World War 3, another plandemic, except one that actually kills people on contact, a staged “space event,” with Project Blue Beam being the center-point, & most people believing & abiding that it’s real, is that the future? It doesn’t matter what scenario I illustrate here, doesn’t matter at all. Nothing we amongst the low-lifes do really matters, nor did it ever. Much time has been wasted, utterly thrown in the trash, & in my case, left me with a head full of knowledge, on an island unto myself.

Total emptiness…I recall the guy on the street, with no family anymore, no friends, working a taxed dead-end job for rubles & ones, with an overpriced iphone never rings, unless it’s a bill collector or some bullshit 800 number, so why do this, why continue if it’s just misery to even exist, what is there to live for? For him, nothing, & for me, of course there’s my cat Milo, & I live for him; he’s it, all yours truly has, my only best little friend, & for him, yes I continue on. If he wasn’t here though, I’d probably die in a shootout robbing a bank. I’ve always thought it would be fun to pull off, if even just once, but since I’ve never actually done it, I’d most-likely fuck it up somehow. The cops would be silently notified, & just as I exit the bank, I’d hear, “Get down, get down on the fucking ground now!!!” I’d naturally have to draw my gun, because fuck going to prison, & as soon as I did, a volley of shots would sound off, as lead projectiles going 5000mph tear through my chest, piercing my heart & lungs & such, more-or-less killing me instantly. I actually know a guy that all of this happened to more-or-less. He had been successful, in many scores, but on this occasion, things went wrong. Alarms were tripped, people got jumpy, & my friend ended up getting away, but his partner did not, & instead of leaving the scene with all of the cash & a clean getaway, he turned around, & went back to get his bank-robbery buddy. Admirable, right? The cops had the place surrounded already though, & a shootout broke out. My friend went walking right at police, unloading clips like some bonus scene from Reservoir Dogs, bullets whizzing everywhere. His partner was already hit & down, so my friend had decided he would go out in a maelstrom of lead & bang-bangs. Then he got hit, POP, hit again, & again, & again, POP POP POP, & he collapsed to the ground. As the cops walked up, they saw the guns my friend had were on the ground, away from him, & he was dying, but still alive, so they emptied several more rounds into him at relative point-blank, trying to kill him, one shot even hitting him in the balls. Guess what? THEY STILL DID NOT KILL HIM, 9 times shot, & my friend lived, went to the hospital, went through a hellish surgery, just to save his life so that he could do time, & spend the rest of his bank-robbing life in jail. Fucked up story, isn’t it? It’s true though, & I talk to this friend all the time. He’s a savage, not to be fucked with.

He’s a good dude though, with a good soul, not all criminals are bad people, as not all laws or just, & we all know how fucked up the “justice” system in the USSA has become. 2 tiers, one for us, the peasantry, & then one for the so-called “ruling elites.” This 2-tiered justice system has gone so askew, that they don’t even hide the fact that it IS a 2-tiered justice system. Nope, they just blatantly treat those deemed “elite” with proverbial kid gloves, on national television, while you & I get proverbially punched in the face with a weighted boxing glove if we are charged with similar crimes. Oh yes, make no mistake, if one of us amongst the general populous committed insider trading in the open, cheated on our taxes on record, abused people, & even murdered people, we’d be in federal prison. Not these elites though, oh no no no…for them, it’s a picnic, & what’s worse, they come out on television trying to dictate to the regular folks how to act, what to say, who to be, ugh, it’s all just so pathetic, it makes you wanna scream until a glass breaks. TURN OFF YOUR TELEVISIONS. IT’S CALLED “PROGRAMMING” FOR A RESON. This is why I am not going to be turning on the news for a week, maybe more. Don’t know, don’t care, & I’m going to avoid all of my media for a week to detox my head from looking at the news, the breaking news, the fake news, anything “news,” is no more for at least a week for me, possibly more, depending on how my head feels after the week of no-news-isolation.

We don’t want to communicate with anyone/anything, if we want to be 110% honest here. NOTHING, I am done talking to people any more than I have to. Why? That’s easy, because most people are soul-suckers, yet aren’t aware of it, because it’s all occurring subconsciously, & when they go out in public, their programmed NPC selves suck the energy from everyone. Fat people are notorious for doing this. Think about physically, their obesity it itself, so fat they have their own gravitational field, which is not total hyperbole, because just like a gravity field, their chubby orb-like stature, pulls energy toward it, YOUR energy, getting pulled toward the fatty, just like a planet does to an asteroid. Also, it’s mentally, which extends beyond the fatties, as there are many, MANY psychic vampires, so to speak, who exist to do one thing, suck up light energy into their own darkened souls. Some do it intentionally, but many do it without even realizing they’re doing it.

Unfortunately, for yours truly, I sense it, all of it, & it’s always trying to pull at me, & by always, unless I am in a room alone with my cat, I have to continually be on guard, so no soul-suckers suck my soul. Say that fast 6 times, “So no soul-suckers suck my soul.” I jest, but they do, & these sort of notions are the foundation of my will to keep going, I suppose, because there has to be some meaning in my being here at all. I can’t let them beat me. There has to be something, right?…was Camus right/wrong when he talked about the meaningless of life is what gives life meaning, in his book The Myth of Sisyphus? It’s all so absurd, yes, & if God, any God, has forsaken you to be a drone-like slave, why go on? Why not just off one’s self? Camus discusses that too, & feel free to red for yourself, but personally, I think that sure, you could end your own life, & maybe it was always an option & you just get clean slate restart, you might think…but what if there is a mental hell after death? Not pitchforks & a giant frozen Lucifer hell, that’s all medieval fear porn, but some kind of mental hell, one that you put yourself into when you take your own life, what if that happens? It’s a lot to chance. Or what if you restart, only to have to do it all over again, like putting a record back onto the same song, when you abruptly end the song as it was playing? The song has to finish, before you can go on to the next one, which is another reason why taking your own life is not worth the risk you could face in the afterlife. The odds say so at least, statistical analysis isn’t objective, so again, the risk is just too favorable for the house, not one’s self, should one choose to take their own live by thine own hand.

Geez Louise, I’ve done it yet again, look at this. Like 5 pages of my drivel, & I should re-title this, “Back Behind Bars,” as opposed to, “Back Behind the Bar,” since let’s equate this dismal life to an un-ending incarceration of sorts. Life of solitary confinement: when you’re exiled from the digital town square, your friends are all dead, you have no family anymore, the money has gone back to the money-printers, you sleep on the floor, you have to liberate food to eat, you do a job that a trained monkey could do, you’ve wasted your whole life in a state of delusion & arrested development, after a youth full of abuse at all levels, you have zero hope, a weak skill set at best, no aspirations for a future that is sure to end up dystopian, & isolation has made you alien to the public. Yes, one’s own prison cell, with a little logo carved into the wall via a brick scratcher made out of old elongated toenails. Mine’s a fish, recognize. This is a world that has turned from a once-lush garden into a burned-out bushy mess. Only within a few years too, with the AI riding up fast as a leading dark horse. For yours truly, it’s been a complete 180, & I’m going to spend the rest of this ridiculous life selling legal dirt weed to unappreciative ratchet customers, but I guess that’s what I’ll have to do. Doesn’t matter though, nothing does, & as I said, why should it, why should a Godless 3d matrix mean anything to anyone? It’s all about money for most, money money money, chasing that money, & I just cannot abide it. I’m not even sure why, but my soul just doesn’t understand an artificially constructed currency, particularly something as atrocious as paper monopoly money, backed by literally nothing, & handed out to the people in the power pyramid like Pez on Halloween, while everyone else is forced to slave for it, all thanks to an illusion of scarcity. It’s NOT right, none of this is right, none of this is natural, but yet it continues, & it even grows, pulling more & more & more people into the depravity of power through dynamically corrupt & unprecedented means of wealth acquisition,

As usual, I have digressed into some dark waters, & I must end this diatribe now. Until next time dear readers, yours truly might be from another planet, one where money, & internets, & cell phones, & tyrannical power pyramids do not exist. Certainly not the first three, but it’s very difficult to incarnate on a planet that has no power pyramid. I think that most “sentient” entities biologically establish a hierarchy, whether intentional or not, to ultimately establish order, but here on earth, it’s an illusion. It’s an illusion they perpetrate & maintain, being taught so from birth, under the pseudo-guise that humans with free will must be controlled by those born to a higher station then they are. Again, these are illusions, all indoctrinated during the respective childhoods of varying members of the special bloodlines throughout the world. Generation after generation, they build their dynasties into empires. Someone without a family can only imagine what that’s like, to have a family, especially a family with power & wealth, imagine the possibilities, the obstacles you would never have to worry about, how far you could take your life, without ever worrying about money, so many fucking advantages, & you don’t have to be evil even if your family name is, unless…

…suppose that there’s a secret all elite family members share. Maybe there’s some great cosmic dark secret that they all share to retain the power they possess. Could there be one truth, one definitive solid truth, that keeps them, & us, really separate? Not talking about the caste system, no no, nothing like that; I am talking about the bloodlines. These people are all pedigreed, like a dog, & they have papers documenting their lineage. If you don’t have papers, you’re just another mutt, & you’re due to be sterilized & euthanized at some point in the not-so-distant future. Is that their true goal? Maybe I’m wrong, yes, I could be totally wrong, & all of this is a paranoid delusion. Perhaps a lobotomy would do me well, & if it were 75 years ago, let’s say, my parents, being the way they are, most likely would’ve used their insurance to lobotomize me in my youth, only to throw me into The Cuckoo’s Nest for the rest of my life. I would be just like Murphy, the only sane one in a world gone insane, & deemed as a “mental patient,” eventually frying my brain. Nope, no more dinners with the fam for the black sheep; those days are forever gone. So much wasted time, so much time, wasted. That is all for now. So sayeth FisH™ 🎏

Biden’s America

I’m going to boldly assume that I am not alone with this dire living situation under the Biden regime, yes? Feels more like dying, rather than living. Holy hell, what the fuck happened to this once great country? Everything was looking up, once Trump got elected in 2016; the economy was booming, we were in a relative peacetime globally, the swamp was at risk of being drained, we were all making & saving the cheesbait fiat paper I-O-U Monoploy™ money, then POOF, it all disappeared, like an old man’s fart in the wind, the day this demented kid-sniffing corrupt pedo puppet Joe Biden was s-elected into office. We all know he lost, we all know they cheated, & the most glaring evidence is right there in front of everyone’s faces. Do you want to know what “evidence” I am referring to? Sure you do, & said evidence is this: Potato Joe allegedly won with a “record 81 million votes,” remember that? If that were true, how come they never bring it up? Don’t you think that the idiots on the lunatic left would be reminding the American public every single day if that were the case? They don’t though, no leftists, no Democrat politicians, not even the Fake News MSM, & THAT, in my opinion of course, is the most obvious evidence I know that they lost the election, & if the real numbers came in, it would be the other way around.

However, before you start thinking that yours truly is up Trump’s tighty-whitey-wearing fat ass, think again. People seem to forget who got the pseudo-vaccine through, AND promoted the fact that he did so, in several speeches he made as it was rolling out. It was only after the reports of life-threatening side effects came out that not only Trump, but all those scumbag elitists as well, refused to take responsibility for the jab, which makes me wonder. It makes me wonder that when the lights go out, & the cameras turn off, maybe, just maybe, all of them, ALL OF THEM, Trump included, are all in the same damn club. I’m sure you know the quip from the great George Carlin by now, right? “It’s a big club, & YOU, ain’t in it,” & perhaps that’s the case for everyone who becomes famous. Fame puts you into a bubble, & that bubble separates you, & will ALWAYS separate you from the general public. It blows my mind when these famous people try to relate to the “average American,” when they no idea as to how the average American is living, barely squeezing by, especially nowadays. How many of you have lost all of your resources/assets? How many of you worry about paying the next round of bills? How many of you hold your breath for a second when you start your car, anxious as to whether today will be the day when ti doesn’t start? How many of you are directly affected by inflation & rising prices?

Trump will save the USSA in 2024; it’s a movement, & We The People, led by #OrangeManBad, are going to take back everything the left took from us. Oh sure, it’s wunderbar to believe that If Trump gets re-elected in 2024, that he will ride in on a shimmering flying horse, to save America & the world from the infamous Deep State, & their one world order globalist agenda. Yes, he’s gonna save us all, ONE MAN, is going to stop everything these so-called “ruling elites,” who want 90% of us exterminated, have done to fulfill their plan to take total dominion over the planet . Look at how much the USA has changed in since he left office, look at the speed of the destruction along with the rise of the chaos, & not just here, but around the globe, yet ONE GUY, who might even be on their side, is going to stomp the brakes on their plan, bringing said plan, to a grinding halt, once he’s back in. That’s a bit optimistic, to say the least, yes? Exceptionally wishful thinking, yes? You should know by now that the mainstream media fake news is all scripted narrative Kabuki theatre by now, so what makes you so confident that Trump is not only part of it, he’s playing his part to perfection. I’m not saying he is, of course, but I’m not saying he isn’t either, & like I said, once you’re famous, you’re in the proverbial bubble, & the everyday American is no longer in the same boat as you…not even in the same ocean, or even in a boat, because they’re in their private jest, exhausting out more carbon that your car emits in a year, then threatening you with a carbon tax, along with everything else getting taxed.

Imagine this, imagine if the next phase is to get everyone on Team MAGA convinced that he’s beat these bogus charges against him, & he’s going to be in the race for sure, the numero uno candidate, running on stopping the Deep State. Suddenly, when the hype is at its peak, he’s removed entirely, via some illness, or more made-up charges that stick, or at the worst, they assassinate him in broad daylight. Everyone wearing a Make America Great Again hat, will lose all faith in the system, demoralizing millions, taking the last thread of hope they have left, & lighting it ablaze, like a dynamite stick wick, until KABOOM, there’s nothing left but the smell of sulfuric hell. I’m not saying this is what’s going to happen, but I am saying that you should be careful about which orange basket you put all of your eggs into. There’s a plan underway, as we speak, to completely & utterly destroy this country, & armed Americans are one of the final obstacles impeding the fulfillment of their new world order agenda, which they want completed by 2030. We have 6 & ½ years, only 6 & ½ years to go; Trump was elected 6 & ½ years ago, & look how fast that time blew by, as the 4th dimension of time is accelerating for some reason I am not entirely aware of. Faster & faster & faster, like the flushing of a shat-filled toilet. Maybe that’s how 4d time goes forward, if you will, like a time spiral. Galaxies do that, spinning faster & faster, the closer you get to the center, so why not time, our real-time time?…but as always, I digress.

Nonetheless, buckle up dear readers, because methinks that if you think you’ve seen bad, just wait until worse gets here, because “You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet,” as the title of the BTO(Bachman Turner Overdrive) song goes. I know, I know, it’s hard to believe, especially with all of the utterly hellish chaos going on everywhere, but please believe, & this is not hyperbolic pessimism, WE HAVE NOT SEEN ANYTHING YET, compared to what’s coming. Speculate all of this out just one year, ONE year, to the summer of 2024, right before the November election , only a few months left to go, & what does your own reasoning tell you? Now, speculate out 5 years, to 2028, if you dare. Spooky, isn’t it? Sure, it’s great to be optimistic, but you know who always beats out the perpetual optimist? The pragmatist, & that little fucker sits on the shoulder of yours truly, day & night, reminding me of where the facts point, right to a dystopian nightmare hell on Earth, full of poverty, addiction, depression, looting, crime waves like you cannot imagine, maybe even as far as a real pandemic, one that is analogous to a real-life Walking Dead. The head throbs, the head throbs, the cancer has gone terminal, & is now in hospice, just waiting to take its figuratively final breath. Until next time dear readers, the end of America as we once knew it is nigh, prepare accordingly. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎣

“The end of the world that you grew up is nigh, prepare accordingly.” Fish F Fish🎏

The Fooze: S6E29 6/29/2023 Nib of the Quill

No colors in the cybernated standish today, just black & white…as the paint fades…(enter the piano)…leaving only ebony, & ivory, “in perfect harmony,” as Paul & Mike might say, now fade fade fade out the colorama…

To read this bullshit article via Yahoo News, click HERE

Despite my previous post, which CLEARLY exposed the pre-production of this Titanic sub event that was broadcast, cast broadly, like a spell, most of you STILL believe that fakery really happened, don’t you?…& with the mainstream news juggernaut STILL programming you all to believe that scripted events such as these are real, one could see why, right? Oh, it all looks so real, so really real though, right? Quite convincing, yes, as convincing as the magic of Hollywood, isn’t it?

Yours truly has fought like a hungry rabid lion trying to wake you people up to the Titanical depths of the fake news mainstream media Operation Mockingbird control machine(pun intended). Yes, that’s right, this narrator has fought, & fought, & fought, wielding my pen until the ink ran dry, attempting to awaken you all to the Great Deception of this pseudo-reality, & what do you most of you do?..you do nothing, other than accept it, & continue to comply. What else is there to say? Does it even matter? Nope, it doesn’t mean a thing, not a God-damned thing. Degenerate faggots are waving their shit-covered sodomite cocks in the faces of children, OF CHILDREN, at their sin-fest pride parades, & no one does a thing about it. Oh sure, there’s a fringe group of us that put out the messages, trying to raise awareness, denouncing what should be be denounced by all, but the sad truth is, that most of you do nothing. You don’t don’t seem to see/hear anything, other than what keeps you in a state of perpetual bliss. You just turn on your televisions, stay in your houses, consume consume consume, & then call that “life,” but people like yours truly are deemed the crazy ones, the ones who are out of line, we thought-criminals. When the bell finally tolls, & they come to wipe most of you out, rather than me getting the final “I told you so,” I’d rather trade it all just so that you people would wake the fuck up. You won’t though, the so-called “ruling elites” will fulfill their agenda, & everything you’ve all slaved so hard for, will be wiped away from their future history, like you never even existed.

I’ll be wiped away as well, of course, probably long before the end comes, because statistically, I should already be dead, like most of my friends. Just a matter of time, of borrowed time, before the final breath finally exhales, tainted with the sweet stench of my last smoke. I’ll leave a bill, a bill for a funeral & an urn, because a coffin is a waste of money. If you’re dead, who cares anyway? Throw me to a den full of necrophiliacs, or a pack of wolves, or into the ocean, chummed red with the blood of fresh fish, as frenzied sharks circle around & rip this lifeless body to pieces. Once you’re gone, you’re gone, & as it is in dreams, you have no recollection of even existing in this God-forsaken prison planet matrix, but my verbal epitaph, my final self-eulogy from yours truly to all of you is simply this: DO NOT GO INTO THE LIGHT. If any/all/none of you can somehow retain that little quip when it’s your respective turns, carry it with you, & abide it, because if you ignore what I say, & foolishly let yourself go into that bath-warm bliss, you will get recycled, & end up right back here in this 3d soul-trap, only to once again feed the beast via a tortured life of enslavement, which ultimately falls upon YOU, not the aforementioned Beast, the Great Recycler. Willfully going into the light, puts it all on YOU, & that’s the trap, that’s the trick from the Great Trickster, because by going into said light, by thine own accord, the Beast bears no guilt, & thus, bypasses God, & keeps the Great Mouse Trap full of souls, who do it again, & again, & again, until the end of time.

Or…maybe yours truly is absolutely insane, these thoughts are utterly delusional, & there’s no hope left for these fiery flying fingers. Either way, who cares? Your narrator here is only one, ONE soul, out of billions & billions of souls, all trapped, one way or another, within this inner/outer-dimensional 3d hell, way way wayyyyy down from whence we once were, leveled up in 5d, & maybe beyond that too. The 5th dimension is only the next bus stop, spatially, & then the 8th, then the 13th, possibly the 21st dimension, but beyond that is a kind of chaos that even a 13th-dimensional entity might now comprehend. This 3d human experience is as low as consciousness can possibly go, & if we were anything lower, we’d be the equivalent of a perfectly flat rock, with no volume, just flatness in flat world with no space to conceive of anything, anything at all. I bet none of you thought this article would take a sharp turn off the proverbial exit ramp into this town, did you? It’s as yours truly always says, we only turn the dial, left, right, a little more left, now back to the right again, until the static becomes the sacred geometry of a frequency that can be hooked, then bled it out, gutted, decapitated, filleted, & served up raw for all of you, & for none of you at all. “Just the way it is,” right?, as my favorite un-favorite saying goes. Maybe someone will write that pukeworthy defeatist expression on my tombstone, or the first nuclear bomb that drops when the depopulation agenda goes hot, & BOOM BOOM BOOM, the mushroom cloud spreads, radiating & eradicating everything with Chernobylian glory. Or maybe it was written on the needles they jabbed billions of you with already, as the nano-particles continue to self-replicate in your bodies, just waiting for the siren to sound so they can activate & complete their intended mission…then POOF…lights out, the door closes, & locks itself with one last slam as the walking dead rise.

Oh my, oh my, the time does fly, as do these salty stinking-sardined scissorhands, that slice this digital notebook into another saucy sautéed sashimi dish for you all to eat, or send back to the chef, so he can spit in it, & pretend he prepared it just as you asked it, only to be served right back to you, same as it was served before, as sacrosanct as a slow suicide. The restaurant is now closed, so pay your bill & get the fuck out. Until next time dear readers, never go to a restaurant right before they close, unless you want to eat a dish, garnished with spit. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎏

“Be wary of closing time, before you order your food.” Fish F Fish🎏

Titanic Sub: Lost at Sea is FAKE NEWS

Someone wanna tell me how the heck this documentary, “Titanic Sub: Lost at Sea,” aired in the UK on June 22, THE SAME DAY that the sub that was allegedly descending down to the Titanic, supposedly imploded? I am a video producer, & there is no way possible, NO WAY POSSIBLE, that a documentary film could be produced that quickly. I knew there was something odd about this nonsense from the get-go, but this is some serious next-level programming, to keep people distracted form what’s really going on in the world. Personally, I am stunned, utterly STUNNED, that I woke up today & discovered this insanity. Would you like to see some proof? Of course you do, so I am going to provide numerous screenshots, as well as guide you how to see for yourselves, so that YOU, YOU can bear witness as to what these broadcasters really do to keep the populous distracted while the so-called “ruling elites,” orchestrate power moves behind the scenes. Here we go…

On Sunday, June 18th, the mission to reach the Titanic supposedly begins, right? Anyone can look this up on whatever respective search engine you might use. I left the CNN logo in the screenshots, so you can all see how complacent the number one fake news network is in this hoax. “Truly extraordinary” is right…holy hell, I knew the Operation Mockingbird CIA CNN mainstream fake news was bad, but this is on a whole other level. Okay, & I repeat, on day one, Sunday June 18th, according to CNN, the descent supposedly begins. All the mainstream media outlets start airing coverage. Almost all other news is put on the back burner, as they all shift their focus to this “historic mission” to reach the Titanic…

Day 2, reports that they’ve “lost contact” with the sub, & again, keep in mind, that THERE IS NO SUB & NONE OF THIS IS REAL. This ENTIRE story is a hoax, there was no sub, no one died, & this is all ENTIRELY FICTIONAL, but for the sake of discovery, we will play along. Let’s now go to day 3.

The fake news scripted narrative continues, with reports of “banging noises” being picked up on sonar. Can you see the scripting here? Building up tension, increasing the anxiety of the viewers/readers, just like a script from a movie or TV show, & oh no, they only have a few days left of oxygen, it’s all so dramatic. I have to keep repeating that THIS IS NOT A REAL STORY, just to emphasize how fake the news is that the CIA, along with other alphabet agencies in places like the UK & Canada, orchestrates, TO CONTROL THE NARRATIVE, TO CONTROL THE ZEITGEIST, TO CONTROL YOU, IT’S ALL JUST A SCRIPTED NARRATIVE, & they’ve been doing this for decades now, so it’s ULTRA-formulaic in its nature by now. Let’s move to Wednesday, June 20th. OH MY, THEY’RE ALMOST OUT OF OXYGEN, THE “RESCUERS” HAVE TO HURRY, THE SUSPENSE BUILDS. I hope those of you who read this are following this, & what I am exposing here, in real time. This is a BIG, a YUGE deal, because they’ve been caught, caught by citizen journalists, such as yours truly. Let’s continue…

Wednesday, June 21, they deploy search teams, except they actually didn’t, because again, THERE WAS NO SUB, NO ONE IS DEAD, & THIS IS A BULLSHIT STORY, but look at the cute little graphic they made, supposedly sourced by NOAA, The National Oceanic & Atmospheric Administration, just to add some science to this made-up story, to make it more convincing. I wish I could explain in words how surreal this feels to find this as soon as I woke up this morning. If this goes viral, I expect yet ANOTHER made up event to get everyone looking the other way from the fact that we, WE THE CITIZEN JOURNALISTS, used our own research methods to not only debunk this nonsense entirely, but more importantly, WE are exposing the fake news for what they truly are, which is just that, FAKE NEWS. One after another after another, pumping out this crap, & if you do a search with a query like I used below, you can scroll down for yourself to see just how many fake news agencies are involved in this fiction. I simply typed in, “when did the titanic sub descend,” & look what pops up…

They have timelines, they PAID WRITERS TO WRITE THIS CRAP FOR THEM, & I knew this went deep(pun intended), but to go this deep, wow, even yours truly is a bit stunned. Unfortunately, I cannot post video on here unless I pay for an upgrade, which I refuse to do, but if you type in what I typed in the image above, & scroll down, you can see WITH YOUR OWN EYES, how countless mainstream media outlets are part of the CIA’s Operation Mockingbird fake news apparatus. THIS IS NOT JUST NEWS FROM THE USA. The UK is involved, Canada is involved, the pinnacles of the Western World are ALL PART OF THIS. I’ve told you all, Jesus Christ I’ve told you all, for OVER A DECADE NOW about these things, & I have taken so much shit, been called a “conspiracy theorist” countless times, amongst other things, & yet again, my “theory,” has been vindicated, as it relates to this “tragic lost sub” fictional scripted-narrative BULLSHIT story. I don’t care about any “I told you so” garbage, I just want you people to WAKE UP ALREADY, wake up as to how much you all are continuously lied to, over & over & over & over again. They program all of you, brainwashing you with news that isn’t even real. That’s why it’s called “broadcast programming” for fuck’s sake. It’s right there in the words. Think about all those “around the water cooler” discussions about the daily news, & how much of it is probably all made up, yet it gets in your head, in everyone’s head, as a control mechanism, to ultimately keep you all distracted, as well as compliant to a globalist agenda, albeit unwillingly, but I cannot digress too much right now, as I usually do, because we are not done here. Now let’s go to the final day, June 22.

Uh oh, a “statement was issued,” stating that all 5 of the men on board, have perished. What a sad story, the sub allegedly “imploded,” no bodies can be recovered, & the U.S. Navy supposedly finds a “debris field.” Can you comprehend the depths of how sinister this fake news game is? Well, prepare to have your mind blown, because what’s this I found? I hinted at it at the beginning, but I saved the best part for the end. Notice the date that these men supposedly died, June 22, & keep that in mind as you read on…

Look at what premiered on what looks like Netflix in the UK on the SAME DAY they reported the sub was lost. A 75 minute documentary, PRODUCED, THEN AIRED ON THE SAME DAY THE “ADVENTURERS” ALLEGEDLY PERISHED, about the Titanic sub, being lost at sea. I make videos, & I can assure you, with every fiber of my video-producing being, that there is no way possible, NO WAY POSSIBLE, that a documentary could’ve been put together that quickly, then aired on THE SAME DAY THE SUB SUPPOSEDLY IMPLODED, on what looks like Netflix in the UK. The only way, is if if was pre-produced, before the entire event, even supposedly happened. PRE-PRODUCED, proving definitively, that this was all fake news, just like everything else the CIA Operation Mockingbird media broadcasts via their mainstream media “news” apparatus. There is no real news anymore, it’s all just scripts, narratives read from teleprompters by WELL-paid actors, used to steer the zeitgeist in whatever way they choose, TO CONTROL YOU, ALL OF YOU, now how does that make you feel? Angry? Frustrated? Both? It should, because it’s a big lie, & they’ve been lying to all of you for a long, long time. How much proof do you need? As you know, the FisH™ abides, so I’ll just drop a series of images here, so you can see for yourselves, or even better, DO YOUR OWN RESEARCH, so you can see on YOUR computer, or phone, or tablet, or whatever you use, WITH YOUR OWN EYES, this fake story EXPOSED.

Notice how I kept the dates in most of the screenshots, because I want the proof to be definitive, that this entire “Titanic sub disaster” story, was a farce from day one, aired for one reason, & one reason only, TO KEEP YOU LOOKING LEFT, WHILE THE POWERS-THAT-BE COMMIT CRIMES ON THE RIGHT, as is par for their course. None of this is new, only this time, WE GOT THEM, caught them them dead-to-rights, as the saying goes I think, or how about “caught like a dolphin in a tuna net,” which I literally just made up. Sounds better, right? I like my analogy. Regardless, look at this series of screenshots, do your own eyes lie? Mine don’t; the timestamps are right there.

Time to wrap this up, for now anyway. What a morning, what a whirlwind morning, & if this goes viral, as I mentioned earlier, expect some other fake news nonsense to pop up, to take everyone’s eyes off of this Titanic sub hoax EXPOSED, & divert everyone’s attention elsewhere, so their game of information control can continue. Until next time dear readers, turn off the television, & most definitely, DO NOT, & I repeat, DO NOT believe anything you see that gets broadcast via the CIA Operation Mockingbird mainstream media fake news propaganda machine. IT’S ALL A BIG LIE, & it’s time to expose them for what they truly are. WE ARE THE MEDIA, we citizen journalists are the media. WE are the REAL media now. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

Let’s Talk News…Straight Arrow News

“News,” as in “what’s new,” & what’s new, that’s going on locally, nationally, and/or globally, as a compendium, we call “the news.” We all like keeping up with current events, we want to know the story, the REAL story, & that’s the role of said news, to report on real stories, to report on real events, when they happen, as they happened, as factually as possible. Well, as anyone with, at the very least, a proverbial hamster in their head running on an equally proverbial wheel knows, the news, has been a continuous agglomeration of all of the chaos going on around the planet, most often reported (if you can call reading a teleprompter “reporting”) in some kind of quasi-hyperbolic manner, in order to keep people watching their UN-respectable respective news channels. It’s few & far between when there’s ever any GOOD news they report on though, is there?…so it equates to as I said, an exaggeratedly jumbled mess of all that’s chaotic, all that’s negative, all that’s shocking, because that’s what gets peoples’ attention these days, isn’t it? “Shock & awe,” sells; that’s the bottom line. The worse it is, the better it is for ratings, & so that’s what gets publicized, whether it’s publicized visually or via the written word. Now, let’s pursue some so-called news & see what’s going on then, shall we? We’ll spin the figurative globe & start wherever our finger lands, musing the latest articles, and/or whatever’s “breaking,” & work our way through it. Of course, I’m not going to be including fake news mainstream media propaganda outlets like CNN, MSNBC, CBS, ABC, PBS, but wait, hang on a second…are they any real news outlets left?

Sure there are, only you won’t find them being broadcast via the televised programming that most people are brainwashed with, oh no no no, since the legit news networks would offer truth, & Clownworld doesn’t abide truth, & thus, is verboten, hence why you have to know where to find it. Here, we ONLY search for the real news, like hunting for diamonds on a beach. That’s right, & you all should know this by now, that yours truly ONLY researches REAL news, REAL events, the delivers it to all of YOU. because that aforementioned programming, is what has not only ruined the minds of many people, it has knowingly programmed them with an entirely false sense of what the REAL reality even is. It’s right there in the words…”broadcast programming,” so if one wants to find real news, they have to utilize sites like The Gateway Pundit & Breitbart, for example. These two sites compile the ACTUAL news of the day, without spin, without subjectivity, & without writers and reporters who work for the CIA, spewing out whatever wag-the-dogish garbage they are told to, as well paid to, barf out all over the daily turning of the zeitgeist windmill. Obviously, I could go right to either of those two sites I just spoke of, as those who seek real news do, but today, I am focusing on an up & coming news organization that may rival the two sites I just mentioned, albeit a friendly rivalry, for when it comes to the truth, one not cares how it’s delivered, only that it IS, in fact, delivered, in real-time, on-time. “What news site could FisH™ be referring to?,” you might be wondering. Great question, thanks for asking.

This site, which yours truly just recently discovered himself, & added to the title above, as well as bookmarked for himself, is SAN, the Straight Arrow News Network. What shoots things straighter than an arrow?…& on top of having a clever monicker, they have a team of dedicated contributors who filter out the truth from the lies, & give people the FACTS, not the fiction, offering a genuine perspective as opposed to the false conclusions drawn from that scripted-narrative nonsense being broadcast through your televisions. Their site is as professional as it gets, & I HIGHLY recommend that you download the app to your digital devices, turn on the notifications, & with that being said, let’s dive right in to today’s latest articles posted on SAN, & see what’s going on in a world, where the tide seems to FINALLY be turning from fantasy to reality. Many people are becoming increasingly turned-off by those erroneous scripted narratives, & just want to know what the hell is really going on. You can only lie to the public for so long, before the fickle nature of the mob grows cold at the thought of biased reporting being peddled by agenda-pushing peddlers who want nothing more than to get clicks, get paid, & propagate fear & anxiety, rather than simply telling the damn truth. Has it really become so outlandish, so offensive, telling the truth? It sure as, to the point of exiling those of us who DO the tell the truth, particularly yours truly, who has spent the last 6-7 years in the digital gulag for doing just that, exposing the truth, & writing about it here on this site.

SAN, Straight Arrow News…now that could catch on quickly, could it not? Giving it to you STRAIGHT, no bullshit, no fodder, just the honest-to-God truth as to what happens, when it happens, why it happens, & how it may or may not affect you directly…yes YOU, US, WE The People, the people who want to know the truth, & nothing but the truth. Okay, now let’s get into it. Dit-dit-dit-dit…dit-dit-dit-dit…first off, looks like Hunter Biden, the crack-smoking, prostitute-soliciting, degenerate son of the pseudo-POTUS Potato Joe Biden, that illegally “won” the 2020 election, via ballot harvesting, rigged voting machines, & corrupt vote-counters, has evidentially been caught yet again in even MORE nefarious activities, as if that’s shocking to anyone at this point. That’s correct, as it seems that newly released WhatsApp messages have been uncovered, detailing an exchange between Hunter Biden, & an employee from a Chinese energy company, orchestrating a $10 million deal for “favors,” & you can read all about it on SAN, by clicking HERE. FisH™ absolutely detests plagiarism or any theft of one’s intellectual property, & thus, attributes all credit to the details of the stories I will list, to the writers who actually wrote them, which I why I will simply do a quick paraphrasing of the published headline, provide the link to the story, then move on.

Up next…hang on, hang on a second, you know what, dear readers? If I continue to do this, this article will stretch the length of 197 combined attention spans, so what I think the best thing for YOU to do is, dear readers, is to go to SAN yourselves, the Straight Arrow News site, & do your own reading, for YOU, not for me. I can only illustrate their professionalism so well, & without YOU seeing it for yourself, what are we really accomplishing here? Nothing, so yes, just go tot he site, & read for yourselves. I am just happy I discovered this nascent site, so I want you to be happy discovering it as well for yourselves. SAN needs our support, the support of the American population, because with the collectively continued support of we who are sick & God-damned tired of being lied to on a seemingly never-ending basis by Operation Mockingbird mainstream media outlets like CNN, the Straight Arrow News Network will quickly grow, & become as big as the sites we are are already familiar with, sites like The Gateway Pundit & Breitbart. I am simply here to help, & to contribute whenever I can to promoting any/all news outlets that expose the REAL reality of what’s going on in this topsy-turvy world we are all stuck in together. The people want TRUTH…period. If they wanted fantasy, they’d watch Netflix all day, & before I digress into a diatribe about how too many people DO watch too much Netflix all day, I am going to wrap this article up. I just wanted to bring attention to SAN, The Straight Arrow News, so that hopefully, the few readers that still can see me, despite the AI-driven relentless shadowbanning of my site here, have another option as to where to go to find TRUTH, in a world that sadly still revolves around the lies & deception being broadcast by alphabet-agency-controlled propaganda broadcasters, like those that come free with your monthly cable bill.

Unfortunately, these days one has to look beyond the reach of their remote control to find out what the real news is all about, & if you can click a mouse, you can click on SAN, The Straight Arrow News website, see for yourselves, & then go a step further by bookmarking it, whether on your phones, your tablets, and/or your computers, adding it to your reading lists on those devices as well, & lastly, setting notifications to “ON,” so that YOU, are informed when real news breaks, & can rely on SAN to cover whatever those future breaking news events might be. Trust the reporters, writers, editors, & publishers at SAN to bring you the FACTS, & avoiding the fictions, so that YOU know what’s going on as soon as it happens, keeping you one step ahead of the fake news, & two steps ahead of the globalists who fund those Operation Mockingbird, scripted-narrative-driven propagandists, who only use their platforms to control the people, not to inform them. Until next time dear readers, listen to FisH™, who has never lied to you, or steered you wrong, especially as far as the truth goes, & download SAN, The Straight Arrow News app, to your respective devices now. If you want truth, you can always find it here, & wherever I direct you, is where to find where yours truly find the truths, the truths that I report to you. Again, that’s SAN, The Straight Arrow News. Click on it now, for YOU, not for me, for your sake, not for mine. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎏

“ONLY facts matter, not fiction, as it relates to the daily news.” Fish F Fish🎏

These Dreams & Ear Rings

I have no idea what’s going on in my head, but if I’m lucky enough to get a bit of sleep, I’m having these exceptionally lucid dreams, & this morning’s dream, was the kicker, arguably the most vividly surreal dream ever, & yours truly has had some doozies. This dream was so real, so bizarre, & only lasted an hour or so, in 4d time, here in 3d Clownworld, & as usual, I woke up drenched in sweat, like soaking wet, & yours truly, was shivering via said cold sweat. The dream was real, it was so fucking real; I was there, wherever there was. Do you want an illustration? Great question, thanks for playing, so here it goes…

It began in something that resembled Google headquarters, surrounded by tech nerds that could’ve been Tri-Lambs, as they were as dorky as it gets. They were all giving me the stinky-stink eyes, & I kept asking, ‘What’s going on here?”…as if I knew something was up, & just as I shouted my statement to them, I noticed a tattoo on the top of my left hand, a tattoo of a burning sun, which kind of looked like the image below, except there was multi-colored clouds at the base of this strange sun. These nerds started saying, “You’re one of them,” but, “One of who?” I thought, & I kept asking & asking, but got no answers except the stinky eyes. Here’s a pic I found that resembled the tattoo closely, but like said, the clouds are missing. I could’ve photoshopped it, but I didn’t. Visualize it yourself; here it is…

This pic, that somehow I found, almost perfectly resembles the tattoo, minus the aforementioned clouds, right atop my left hand, & for some reason, it petrified this assembly of IT dorks, & they suddenly began to attack me, attack me not only verbally, but physically, & so, the war began…the one-man army, versus an army of pocket protectors. I had no fear, like ZERO fear, as I battled my way through this random onslaught of a nerd army. I also had no recollection…hang on, wait a second, there’s the ringing, this mysterious ringing in my ears. I don’t know why, but I get this ringing in my ears randomly, maybe 3-4 times a day. It’s gone now, but I wanted to interject with the ear-rings, because I think the lucid dreams, the visions, & these random ear ringings, are all connected somehow, but to what? I have no clue. It just happens, & it isn’t tinnitus for fuck’s sake. I did some online research, & it could be something connected to the spiritual awakening that’s happening to me, in real time, here on 3d Earth, or, it could be some kind of medical condition, of course…wah was wahhhhhhhh…fuck it.

Anyway, back to the dream, now where was I? Oh yes, the recollection, or rather, the un-recollection, of being here in Clownworld. No memory of phones, internet, my cat, friends, family, nothing, nothing from here was in my head when I was there, in some kind of outer-dimensional dreamscape. It was as if I switched bodies somehow, switched these ridiculous 3d meat suits, & I cannot explain why, not yet anyway. I was there though, like THERE THERE, & once the battling began, it got really intense. Like I mentioned, these nerds, maybe a few hundred or so, started coming at me, like to kill me, & so I fought, fought all of them, like William Wallace fought. I was knocking people out, left & right, snapping necks, kicking knees, & nerd guys, and/or dorky girls, it didn’t matter because I was fighting for my life, so everyone was fair game. I recall breaking what appeared to be a flagpole…GAHHHHH..there’s the ringing again, what the fuck is up with these ringings in my ears? It comes, low pitch to hit pitch, then back down, as it fades away. I wish I knew what it meant, because ;m 1000% sure it ain’t tinnitus damnit. I just changed the title, adding “ear rings,” since it has happened twice since I started writing this. What can it mean?

Regardless, back to the dream, & the battle between myself, & only myself, against an entire institution, if you will, of these angry nerds. Let’s see, oh yes, the breaking of the flagpole. I was grabbing anything, anything I could to defend myself, & one thing that I remember well, was kicking said flagpole, breaking it in half, with a jagged sharpened edge after I broke it. Some reprobate was coming right at me, I can recall his eyes, because I took that flagpole I broke, & shoved it right into his left eye, straight though to the brain, as if he was a zombie, dropping him dead, & I had zero, ZERO inkling of what I was doing being wrong. This was war, & apparently I’m a fearless killer on the subconscious battlefield. Moving on, the fight was on, & all the while they screamed, “YOU’RE ONE OF THEM, HE’S ONE OF THEM, GET HIM,” & they just kept coming, & coming, like roaches inn abandoned house, they were everywhere, & they all wanted to kill yours truly because of this burning sun tattoo on my hand. I kept pleading with them as we fought, saying “WHY??? Why are you attacking me? Please tell me why,” but as I said, all I heard was, “You’re one of them, you’re one of them.” ONE OF WHO?? WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE,” but all I got was their buzzphrase, & it had something to do with the tattoo, as I alluded to earlier.

All of a sudden, BANG, BOOM, as fires started erupting all around us, but where were these fires coming from? I looked to the area where the flames came flying through the air like a mini-meteor shower, & what did I see? It was a squadron, maybe 15-20 of these soldiers, AI soldiers, with guns that were shooting fireballs like mortar shells, but from their “guns, I guess you could say. They weren’t normal guns, so to speak, they were fireball guns, & when they fired them, balls of light came out that exploded into a raging inferno, similar to napalm, which scared the bejesus out of these nerds. It scared them so much, that the started screaming & running, but still directing their buzz-phrases at me…”He’s one of them, he’s one of them.” ONE OF WHO, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU NERDS WHINING ABOUT???”…it was so aggravating, & since I had no clue, I began to run away from the robots with them, as flames erupted all around us, burning the nerds alive, yet all the while, I had no fear whatsoever. I was so puzzled & intrigued by the tattoo on my hand, & so I stopped, after a brief jog with the runaway nerds.

When I stopped, the AI robot squad, got closer, & closer, until they were literally right beside me. They had no interest in me though, none whatsoever, as if they knew to only attack their enemies, & I guess I wasn’t their enemy, & so I watched them march by as they fired relentlessly into the crowd of hooligan nerds. They had no heads, per se, & in the place where a head should be, there were something that looked like a small handycam, with one eye in the front of it, so if you look at the pic here, their”heads,” looked like this, but instead of the lens, there was a single eye, moving like a human eye, but like a human eye on meth. Very strange, right, but that’s what I saw. They also had swivel waists, very thin, that their torso could rotate on a full 360 degrees, & they had armor, light/medium armor that looked like storm troopers, if you want something to compare it to something we all know. They all were carrying these fireball napalm guns, & as they got closer, & closer, as I said earlier, they didn’t even acknowledge me whatsoever, which was really odd I thought, as they marched right on by me, firing away on the nerds. Crazy, right?

As I mentioned earlier, I had no fear at all, like NONE, as if I knew I’d be okay, & these AI robots were no threat to me, but to the nerds, it was their nightmare incarnate. After they marched by, mercilessly slaughtering the Tri-Lambs like pigs, as they fled in terror, I decided to go to the bathroom to calm down & splash water on my face. I told you at the beginning, I WAS THERE, & this was so damn real, but I cannot explain the meaning. I think dreams are way, WAYYYY more meaningful than humans know. I don’t have the answers, not yet, but damnit, this was as real as it gets, to the point of smelling the erupting sulfuric fireballs, but when I fought, I fought like a lion, & my hands weren’t hurting from breaking nerd faces left & right. I’ve been in a few fights in the waking world, & broke my hands a few times, because it fucking hurts when you smash someone in the face, & I’ve broken my hands several times street fighting as a kid, but in the dream, none of that occurred, & I fought to kill, so they wouldn’t kill me.

Nonetheless, I made my way to the closest bathroom, & somehow I knew exactly where to go, & when I got there, I recall the details of said bathroom, once I woke myself up. The walls were puke green, there were maybe 4 or 5 sinks, & toilet stalls of the same number, each stall in front of a sink. It looked just like a high school bathroom, if you want a visual for reference, & so I got there, & splashed my face, which felt very…refreshing, you could say. The peace only lasted for a fleeting moment, however, because just as I was splashing my face, I heard the nerds, STILL chanting, “he’s one of them, he’s one of them,” & it’s so stuck in my head, I’ve been hearing it all damn day, like an earworm that won’t go away. Upon the face-splashing, & hearing the chanting of the nerds, I looked to the right where the door was, & there they were, the nerd posse, led by some ultra-nerd with a light blue baseball cap turned backwards. Like I said though, I was fearless, & their threats meant nothing, & whatever they were thinking of doing, I was going to fight my way through that fucking door, because I immediately had a strong sense of entrapment, as this was the only way out of this puke green bathroom, so I charged at them. The “leader,” if you will, the one with the backwards ball cap came at me first. He tried to headbutt me, which is a very effective move, if one were to land it right. He failed miserably though, since I had the speed of a a light beam, similar to Paul Atreides from the Dune lore. I countered his headbutt, which missed me completely, & gave him a powerful left hook which shut him down immediately. I’m not even left-handed, so that was weird. Yet, in the dream, this wacky dream, it was all…natural, you might say, & I had abilities, powerful abilities, that was as familiar to me as walking.

After I dropped the backwards ballcapper, I was battling my way to get back outside, & all of a sudden, I heard someone saying, “wake up, wake up, you’re in a dream, wake up,” & POOF, I was awake, completely soaked with cold sweat. So drenched I was shivering, thats how wet it was. This dream has replayed over, & over, & over, all fucking day, & so, I wrote it out just now, to share with all of you, & so I don’t forget. What can it mean, what can it mean, perhaps it was only a dream, yes? Fuck if I know, but like I said, it was so damn real, & then waking up completely soaked, dripping sweat, like I just got out of a shower & forgot a towel, that’s how sweaty I was, & so, I tossed my robe, my boxers, my sleeping shorts, all into he wash, then cranked the shower on full-blast heat, all the way up, because I was shivering like a Quaker. Some say dreams are just dreams, maybe the are, but yours truly does NOT abide that notion whatsoever. It has something to do with our true abilities, which have been meticulously taken from us, all of us, by the so-called “ruling elites.” What do they know that we do NOT know? Damnit, damn them all to hell. All I want o know is the TRUTH, because we’ve been lied to our entire lives about our real origins, & yours truly, for one, is sick & tired of their occult secrets. IT’S NOT RIGHT, & unless you’re born into heir venomous bloodlines, you never get to find out. It’s so fucking aggravating, & I’ve been stewing all day over it.

It’s time to wrap this up, as I have illustrated to the best of my own recollection, this bizarrely vivd dream I had about ohhhhh…14 hours ago. I’m dead tired now, but no matter how tired I get, if I get a few hours of sleep, I’m good. I’m so used to this crippling insomnia by now, but along with the visions, & these dreams, & waking up sweat-soaked, I don’t know what the fuck is happening with me. I looked into possible causes online, & the search results were no bueno, as all the possible causes were things that were negative in nature, you could say. Regardless, time to go, so until next time dear readers, I think something is coming, some kind of event maybe, or, I’m going totally insane & these aforementioned dreams & visions, are just part of an undiagnosed mental disorder. Who knows?…& who cares? No one, & on that note, I’m done, like a dead fish floating around & around, in a flushing toilet. Yikes. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎏

“Be mindful of the AI; it has yours truly in its pocket, & you could be next.” Fish F Fish🎏

Public School Prison

It’s really heartbreaking the way that so many young Americans aren’t encouraged to go beyond the pseudo-education of the broken public schooling system, leaving them to their own devices, and/or the aid of encouraging parents to pursue their respectively God-given talents. If a kid grows up in the PRIVATE school system, however, they develop into those talents, & by the time they reach adulthood, they have a significantly noticeable advancement over others their age who did NOT get the opportunity to get a proper education via the private school system. Do you know where the public school system originated? It came about to give the most basic education to those unfortunate kids who came from nothing, so that they could work in factories at an earlier age. Have you ever pondered why they use bells between classes? It’s to acclimatize them to the factory bells, as well as adhering to strictly regimented time schedules. One could very easily argue that the public school system is analogous to jail, with systematically redundant day-to-day procedures, to not only control them, but to keep them just smart enough to get by, & nothing more. Those disgusting school lunches, the bells, the lack of encouragement, & if you want to stand out & ask questions that defy their instructions, you get ostracized, by the pseudo-instructors, not by your peers. Looking back, it makes me want to puke, from the daily back & forth on the shit-stinking yellow banana buses, to the 2 meals a day, with God-knows-what in this wretched meals, to those fucking bells, to the overall failure to educate children properly, so to speak, & it’s as I said earlier, heartbreaking, to say the least.

More often than not, this applies to the poorer kids, & the neighborhoods they come from, as to where they go for their public education, & if you live in the wrong area, you’re fucked. It’s crucial, so very crucial, to instruct kids more than “just enough to get by,” to care about their instruction, & to treat them subjectively, rather than lumping them all into the same group, with the end goal of objectively giving all them a chance. Nowadays, these public school system ‘teachers,” are more concerned with children’s gender assignments, rather than actually “teaching” them anything that will benefit them in the future. It’s pathetic, it truly is, because without REAL guidance, they’re just going to grow up defunct, with mental issues, with repressed PTSD, & most importantly, with no plan for a prosperous future. Every day when I wake up, if I’m actually am able to sleep, I try my best to quiet my mind, so I can allow my thoughts to manifest themselves on this digital opus of mine. It’s a kind of meditation, you could say, along with my daily push-ups, & you know who had to figure this out? ME…me, myself, & I, after many years of brain fog, as a result of the indoctrination training camps that people refer to as “public schooling,” as well a series of traumatic head injuries. I’m amazed I’m even alive, to be honest, & the worst part of it is, the absolute worse part, is that it ultimately, it all comes down to something as daft as money, doesn’t it? Money, backed by absolutely nothing, is what determines the success of a person, at least here in Clownworld it does, minus the scant amount of anomalies. That’s the determining factor; fucking money, just zeros & ones on a computer, & if you don’t have any, & I don’t, you’re essentially fucked, fucked for life. It’s not natural, & in fact, it’s UN-natural, the polar opposite of natural, yet here we are, & my heart dies a little more every day from these grim realizations, which is why I write about it, so that others who have similar inclinations don’t feel alone, alone in spirit, as I do.

It has nothing to do with literally feeling alone; it’s a hopelessness, a monkey that has dug its nails so deep into your back, there’s no way to free yourself from it. Sure, perhaps you have family, & maybe a scant handful of friends, but they’re on their own proverbial islands, across the way from one’s own island onto themself, & it doesn’t matter if you have a figurative bridge, or a boat, because in spirit, you’re essentially always trapped on your own island, & no matter how much you might want to be on an island with everyone, you never can, & they will never understand why. Hell, YOU yourself, the lone islander, might not even understand why. It all goes back to those indoctrination camps of one’s youth, which subconsciously reinforce the fact, that you, yes YOU, are no different from everyone else, even though you know you are. Why are Americans in public schools never taught 2nd, or even 3rd languages from the get-go? Learning other languages opens up a whole new world of possibility for a young mind, especially when you’re taught them from an early age, but they don’t teach them, as they do in other countries. Why isn’t music theory included in that group? Music is a language onto itself; it originates from the 4th dimension, because music is all about time. Things like the circle of fifths, & the way music manifests in some kind of geometrically sacred way, is beautiful, so beautiful, but it’s well-beyond me, because once you hit middle-age, it’s exponentially more difficult to learn things as you could as a kid. I know, I know…this article is a kind of bouncing around, & somewhat nebulous, but the frustrations of self-realizations, & being on tenterhooks all day, all night, every day, every night. Yep, just waiting anxiously for some kind of personal breakthrough that never comes, until it does, only leaving one more bewildered than ever, as to this world, this wonky world that essentially amounts to prison planet, composed of slaves & masters, prisoners & guards, the former being the most prevalent, by a stunning longshot. Why? Why the fuck did I incarnate here? I don’t recall signing up for this, for any of it, yet here I still am, stuck, stuck like a horse in the mud, as well as broke, & on the brink of poverty, because no matter how hard I try, I cannot, nor will I ever, comply with the revolting notion that “it’s just the way it is.”

That’s the mentality of a slave, a compliant slave, & I will NEVER abide that ridiculous predisposition. Do I sound like a fucking slave? Do I sound like a typical person? NO, I don’t, I know I don’t, & furthermore, I don’t want anything to do with the nonsensical insanity of existing enslaved to something as revolting as money, & to so-called “ruling elites.” Fuck them. Apparently though, THEY have systematically forced US to need it, to need them, to rely on these self-entitled masters to survive. GAHHHHHHHH…it’s the root of my hate, & even though I believe in love, in unconditional love, the unconditional love via the one true God, it seems to always always always, come right back to fucking money in this 3d joke of a “life,” doesn’t it? How can anyone, ANYONE, who thinks for themselves, call this seemingly meaningless existence “life?” How is “living,” living as a slave, any sort of “life?” It isn’t, not for me anyway, it’s just a slow death, & if this is “just the way it is,” this world can fuck off, fuck right off the God-damned cliff. It took me nearly 4 decades, FOUR DECADES, to break out, & break free, from the brainwashing, from the programming, from the “brain fog” I mentioned earlier, & as I also previously said, once I did get free, in spirit, I found myself walking along thread of a tightrope between being homeless, & living in utter impoverishment, like white trash. Yes, of course I still believe in God, the real God, the Source, which is The Great Central Sun of our galaxy. No, it has absolutely nothing, NOTHING, to do with the God in the Bible, or the Tanakh, or the Koran, or any other cleverly masterminded control mechanisms, via those man-made “Gods.” They’re as fictional as The Cat in the Hat, for the real God, is so much higher than any of those pseudo-gods in their silly books. Source, as I refer to God as, is so much greater, so much grander, so un-understandable, that it’s just comical to define Source via a 3d human perspective, not to mention arrogantly insulting, as if humans are even truly capable of defining Source, at all.

I don’t know how, and/or why I incarnated here, if I even had a choice, but I feel quite self-assured that my eternal soul most definitely did not originate here. I feel the pull, the pull back toward the higher dimension, maybe the 5th, from whence I truly originated, yet somehow, in some unknown way, here I am, & maybe this will all make sense when I’m worm food, maybe not. Perhaps I won’t even recall being here, as I have no recollection as to where I was prior to this incarnation into what has revealed itself to be a bitterly draining prison planet, “ruled” by soulless scum that apparently worship Lucifer for some unknown reason, which equates to a mass mental disorder incarnate, at least to me it does. The entire world seems mental, but maybe I’m the insane one, who knows? I wish I could remember, because I know I have the answers, somewhere deep down, but I cannot remember, which lends credence to my own inclination that between the poisoned food, the poisoned water, the drugs, & the many years of indoctrination programming, I have lost my true abilities as an immortal benevolent soul of Light, the real Light, that divine Light from what humans have named, “The Great Central Sun.” Here’s a thought that one might be intrigued by…suppose we are Light Beings manifest in 3d via said Great Central Sun, but what kind of Light is The Great Central Sun subject to?

If one backs up to look at the Great Universal Picture, our Source, this Great Central Sun, is centered within one, yes ONE, galaxy, the Milky Way galaxy, but upon zooming out, we’re in a cluster of galaxies, with many “central suns, many “Sources,” & if you zoom out even further, these “Central Suns” make up what looks eerily similar to the synapses within our brains. How surreal is that? This implies, that maybe the Universe, is one unfathomably massive brain, which would ultimately be the Source of Sources, of ALL Sources. I don’t think most people take into account how unbelievably tiny we are; we’re like quarks of quarks, of quarks of quarks, so insanely small, yet our consciousness is boundless enough to fathom what I just wrote. Again, I know but I don’t know; I know I have the answers, somewhere in my immortal consciousness, but for whatever reason, I cannot find the keys to open these doors within, to know, as it were. It’s all just…just…fuck, I don’t know, & no matter how hard I try, I DO NOT KNOW.

What I do know, here in this low-vibrating 3d Earth space, is that I’m broke, broken & broke, one step away from having nothing left, nothing at all, resource wise. I’m nearly a floating bloated fish, & no matter what I do, the reckoning doesn’t come, & no one helps because the refuse to try to understand me, or my complex with living the life of a slave, so I’ve stopped expecting anything and/or anyone to help my black ass, because even though they can, they don’t, certainly not financially, despite their individual wealth of resources, they seemingly want me to just disappear, to perish in poverty, like Nikola Tesla, because I’m “shameful” to them, a shameful embarrassment, & I suppose I’ll just run out of money soon, run out out of resources to survive, like I’m running out of time, because as I said earlier, this forsaken world revolves around money, the artificial currency that keeps this hijacked Katamarian zeitgeist snowballing faster & faster down the mountain, & maybe because of the fact that I see that, everyone has forsaken yours truly, & the light at the end of my tunnel has burned out.

Wowzers…this turned into quite a ramblous rambling, didn’t it? That’s how I usually roll, to some extent anyway, but this one in particular is somewhat maundering, albeit it certainly NOT pointless, or maybe it is. I suppose it’s up to YOU, the reader, not me. I just let go of everything, tune the dial until the I find a frequency, could be any frequency, lock in on said frequency, then turn the volume up full-blast, allowing pure stream-of-consciousness to fly through my halcyonic hands, & what you see, is the real-time manifestation of whatever channel I’ve programmed into my radio. Nonetheless, it’s time to end this one, so until next time dear readers, if you have kids, homeschool them. Disregard that bullshit “lack of socialization” notion, & teach them the real reality of this 3d Clownworld, so they can survive it accordingly when they grow up into adults. Encourage their natural talents AS SOON AS they reveal themselves, & their innocently respective consciousnesses. DO NOT, & I repeat, DO NOT, turn them into you, & definitely don’t abide the slavery of this prison planet hellhole. Teach them how to be free, & how to find freedom, by exploiting their aforementioned talents. I have only one talent, & it is the creation of these words you’re reading, along with my digital artistry. Unfortunately, it all came to me too late; I had to break free from the slave mentality, break free from the braindead indoctrination from public schooling, break free from the chains that bound me to someone I wasn’t. It’s been such a battle, & now, I’m down as far as I’ve ever been, & all I have is this, my words & art left, this last ladder to get out of this God-damned well I’ve been stuck in my whole life. That is all, for now. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

For all of you, & for none of you at all…🍥

“Don’t die a slave; free yourself, or at least die trying.” Fish F Fish🎏