Out with the g-damn old already

It’s the eve of a new year, two thousand and eighteen years after the death of Christ, one of a trilogy visiting us in triage, a place we seem to be fast approaching, as we speak.

Other than Hawaii, and Samoa, we are last to know the next year.

I’m in some kind of hell, with anger issues all around me and I’m just a stoner from Goochland, Virginia who happened to be in the New Yorker last week.

The yelling is bad for me. The lack of any form of patience and the jail house rock. Training for trauma. Again and ago and more system install.

“Which country has New Year first – New Year 2019 and last uninhabited places to observe New Year 2019 – 12 hour format World Time Zone”

https://www.worldtimezone.com/newyear.html

So here’s to the nineteenth may it be our last chance since 2020 the sources of the sources say it’s all over now.

It’s been a year of onslaught and I iSsubordination, firings and I quits from our pillars of piety, trust and wisdom.

Yeah right.

We walked the talk

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The Specialists

Formerly Opportunists, the non-specialists must explore.

Never stop looking over their shoulders.

Is that any way to live?


I am never completely at ease, and it only seems to be getting worse-largely because I don’t know what to do, I have too much trauma/negative experience over last two years in particular and twelve years struggling to get by – with a reprieve absolutely ruined by forces that have left me broken, afraid and without conviction. I’m just so tired of it. Soul-weary from this collective mechanation of the mind, commodified body, no way to find a way through the muck.


Miss Maslow.

  • The hierarchy of needs like a diaspora of the mind, a momentary lapse of hit send, revoke access, shut out shut-ins littering the lowlands.

<li>Disappeared.</li>
<li>Were they ever here?</li>
<li>She cried for the forgotten. Took that to her grave now forgotten.</li>
<li>

Who will weep for me?


  • Then.

    There was suddenly, overnight, in dog years (our conception of time is flawed, I feel in my bones), it would seem, there was too much information. Too much noise. To tune out. A body to maintain as advancements perplex the mind, solder the soul to empty turrets of half-chewed advice.

    You simply can’t learn enough. The rewards in society are ambiguous and strained. The fodder is there. The boat explodes. We are all adrift on the Miss Maslow.

    The criticasters are telepathically hypothetically signaling their displeasure seconds before the wiring between brain and mouth engages, at variable rates of play.

    So there is that. The obvious urge to be stratocaster mcsnark is overwhelming when one feels helpless and realizes it’s actually much worse.

    Everyone, literally and figuratively, in due measure, according to their thought machine‘s neediness, and seeking any available encumbrance, is starving.

    Some quite literally for nourishment of the body (which stalwartly holds up the capricious brain), some in the beveled corners of their soul. All, for replaying of time.

    The hierarchy of needs prevails. The soul gets bled out. The machine overrides the individual. All is collectively lost.

    The main feature of the plan is that it moves credit

    creation from private hands to public (government) hands, with the public unaware of whom is really moving the government hands.

    It would seem some of our species cause this. It would appear they are gearing up for some sort of purge. Just like science fiction. Notice who is bearing down on your brain.
    Paralyzed by inequity, uncertainty and dissolving commonality, every man becomes an island. Existing in hypostatic congestion. Coagulants of amorphous soul sauce, baked into the pan.
    Attack on all fronts
    Trauma Centrifugal Limit
    Sacred Geometry

    The number two health issue
    Time slides & we forget
    C-PTSD YEAH YOU KNOW ME

    Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t.

    G-force
    G chord

    And contrary wise, what is wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?

    . Alice in Wonderland🍄

    🛴Newspeak👍🏿

    But who’s

    Watching the

    Watchers

    Youth Against Garrulousness

    ‘He called this hypnotic process “brainwashing,” a word-for-word translation from xi-nao, the Mandarin words for wash (xi) and brain (nao), and warned about the dangerous applications it could have.’

    Due to integration with shortcut bells & whistles, the washing of the brains has been accelerated.

    mythological entanglements form integumentary patterns

    a format to interface

    with or without your

    platform

    terrifying ancient techniques to turn the Chinese people into mindless, Communist automatons. He called this hypnotic process “brainwashing,” a word-for-word translation from xi-nao, the Mandarin words for wash (xi) and brain (nao), and warned about the dangerous applications it could have. The process was meant to “change a mind radically so that its owner becomes a puppet.

    But that’s China, right? Not the USA where freedom is celebrated and your mind is owned by capitalism not communism.

    So, what’s the difference?

    State-created borders

    They are amorphous when you consider the history of wars.

    Because most possible answers are wrong, and there is no force to guide us to the correct answers. 

    So we are adrift, prepping for six month power outages, outraged over various multiple choice questions and just plain starved for what we’ve missed in letting the lesser of us take over the control over the rest. The money man over the teacher, the lawyer over the doctor, the marketing genius over the farmer.

    We’ve let this happen because everyone is too busy supporting a family, burying head in sand or building up defensive reactions to new ideas or old ideas repackaged in new millennial-friendly bytes since millennials are all that matter any more. Or so they believe and they have the upper hand of 83.1 million representing more than one quarter of the nation’s population.

    And because we are the tenth most dangerous country for women:

    The United States is the lone Western nation to make the Thomson Reuters Foundation ranking. The United States is ranked 10th because of its third place rank in sexual violence — which includes rape, sexual harassment, and coercion into sex — and sixth place rank in non-sexual violence, such as domestic physical and mental abuse.

    And this is our hierarchy of experience.

    Closure of Sutures

    Good friends, good books, and a sleepy

    Eschatology

    of last things

    As the women come and go

    asthma inhalers and michelob

    all she ever thinks about

    1. Toll, Kay’s jewelry

    Cross legged

    Town traffic

    Oora onorous

    Supernatural opera

    Ville County Centrifuge

    final

    cuts off

    direct

    channel

    to mainstream audiences,

    severely restricting

    Mister

    Jones’s abilities

    as Centrifuge

    for alternative versions

    of ambidextrously orchestrated

    Hate

    filled weekend getaway for hipster Swedish fish pocket protector bifurcated beast / you can tell because they say we are hundreds we have baseball bats we desecrate the grounds of Thomas Jefferson’s one defensible achievement

    after all

    Of course no one was teaching the truth

    Tracking the moves from Berkeley to Berkowitz’s meaningless form of terror

    The one that produced Roy Cohn closeted dying of AIDS stealing the AZT for himself, staunchly loyal to the man who killed him – but that’s nothing new.

    1001 Arabian Nights where a naive but brazen bluffer takes on a psychopath ox in control of the biggest con of all time. Mecca.

    nanu nanu nanotechnological pariah

    they said 2018 a different way every day

    All she ever thinks about

    fairy tales
    zebras

    Micah foils Fool’s gold

    like a mirage to heroine Scherezade

    Nanochryssalis, Sisyphus,

    Icarus

    Much apocalyptic fiction does not deal with the “end of time” but rather with the end of a certain period, the end of life as it is now, and the beginning of a new period.
    1. No frozen meal boot camps
    2. Clinical study clinically studied
    3. Kill me now
    4. Metaphorically speaking (how annoying can you be?)
    5. Mephistopheles is here, hon!

    Advent calendar Wednesday before Thanksgiving, formerly celebrating the Harvest, now just another Clusterfuck of Contradictions.

    Somewhere between the Seventh Seal and Life in Hell (Simpsons precursor), Coen Brothers & The Bell Jar, Cheever’s morning and Chong for Congress.

    May you find your path to do your part to send us forth into humanity’s finest hour. Namaste, Art of War, Golden Rule.

    The Lies

    We try to think of when they begun

    Murray speaks. It’s

    That time

    The Lies We’ve been told

    And other sob stories

    Reid Freeman’s Birthday (Mon 15 12:00 AM – 11:59 PM)

    Someone my father out the Kaibash on

    Nowhere hear as

    Intense as

    I

    What does to me

    Deep focus time

    medium.com/@alltopstartups/how-to-find-time-for-real-work-when-you-are-too-busy-with-other-things-506faab3fbf2

    The Synthezoid Hero 


    The Mind Stone


    The Scarlet Witch and Vision share a deeper connection that than most. 

    Scarlet’s supernatural powers were given to her as an enhancement from the Mind Stone, something invisible to the human eye except shamans and 

    THE touched.

    Make championship games in village

    Emergency contact: whoever's there
    Mall art malt balls


    which HYDRA used to her advantage 
     conducting nefarious scientific experiments 

    on vision Mary’s  now dead brother and the  childhood memories barricaded  inside a tinder box by stove where angry   

    Berkowitz 

    Schemed and lied about  cons lotion 



    The same stone, embedded in The Vision’s forehead, helped bring the synthezoid hero to life.



    This is chaos I heard my synapses say 

    Vision is Targeted

    This gem is also a key piece of the Infinity Gauntlet, which galactic death-dealer Thanos will need if he is going to gain power over all space and time. Securing it means the end of Vision … and she knows it.

    The Unraveling Ball of Yarn

    She was once again denying her own responses to enable a comfortable relationship.

    Chilean poet
    Pablo Neruda
    Less kmsk
    More miscreants
    of Grass
    Thumbnail leaves
    Her virtue had plummeted. Now seeing a two on a scale of one to ten, dipped with rumors she had slept around 


    Because of their attitudes, I was once again denying my own responses to enable a comfortable relationship…

    I was once again denying my own self care 

    Because it was familiar 

     to enable a  relationship inability to  care  my basic wellbeing 

    Change the input he said 

    And she knew she loved him 

    Just as 

    That first 

    Thought 

    Popped into her head 

    As the crazy farmer 

    Chided the contracted grief stricken 

    Grower in seer sucker suits 

    She thought 

    I’ll marry you 



    Because of their attitudes, expectations, and inability to sincerely care about my needs and feelings,