120627
19:11
Something
calamitous comes slinking/slithering/stomping towards me, or we, the
Us all, beloved of God Parented.
Nothing
so bad as estrogen, perhaps an element worse, now prevalent in all
potable water giving little boys like was once I: breasts and a
vagina?/! To know Jesus a girly boy balanced equally is divine. But
somehow the evil, or more nearly—unjust are: 'no good.' I sense is
that the Incorporated have become a governance unaccountable in
monopoly pretend assertion but actual aggression to what end? “In
god WE do not Trust”
Perversion.
Unending jobs promised. The value of money nonexistent. Our idle rich
masturbating with we the poor living fetishes eaten uncooked or
enslaved.
Profit?
Profit
empowered is imbalanced not collaborate: An end desired by any means.
More,
gimme the money honey I want it all OFU go die someplace outta my
sight indifferent. I'm addicted to money it gives me security and I
trust nothing else; pleasure and more is never enough.
In
this our time of life soon extinct, for the administrator, these
steward estate agents, must of need perform increasingly obscene
unnatural acts, crimes against nature & mankind, criminal, covert
and secretive!/?/!
):?
Indeed
Indifferent
to even their own children; or all life, regardless of form or
origin. Begotten not made life needs water. Which, without, more
precious than all the gold in this universe we minority inhabit but
so gladly despoil, all life as we know it now will end. As for me I
die slowly from consuming mystery meat of all kinds, looking like a
cow, a fish, a chicken chemically induced to grow for profit factory
farms. They, Gloat, THEM, Smirk, Inc. covertly factory farm our selves on social media
measuring treasuring any means to manipulate us mostly through
fear/terror to give them our lives our soul treasure.
Have
another cigarette Jack. You are just as full of shit as the Christmas
Goose described by dad. & Inc. Begging to end he thought me insane, perhaps rightfully so.
Then
who or what will propagate the coming generations and what will it or
they look like? Cockroaches, crocodiles or rats!/? Then what meek
will inherit this our home briefly for life is such a complete
package we must endure without hope or prayer the evolution revolting
in prospect.
So
bizarre we are now spiritually intellectually--unethical immorality.
All the Cardinal Points compass magnetic changing fields & in
lesser points as well poorly & indifferently we march into
oblivion rendering extinct us the we the all who like our forefathers
despoil this cardinal null point eternal in the infinite. Will God
remember us? History? Certainly not for all history is written by the
conceits, delusions of grandeur and vanity of the victors. We are
lost, maybe, perhaps not, for now the remnant rags of time ripped
raped by greed. Being white with a black soul identifying with the
Native American and Africans better than what I am: complicit in
crimes against all others for my profit too. Consuming obscenely
their blood, sweat and tears.
Ignore
me please. I a clown, an exact replicator of father's merry jest
towards mother competed for. Her Spinx face silent nose still there
not out of joint; unless enraged otherwise. Her tears copious in
private never seen or seldom so in public—we dad & me or eye?
Writhing up walls running circles on the ceiling laughing barking
like dogs meowing howling ignored.
Of
course!
Oh
YES!
I
wanted to make love, not to but with mom sans any or all other
rationalizations my fondness for her panties the only aspect of her I
dared touch. & now even now I know to penetrate her body a minor
accomplishment compared to penetrating her apparently enraged
heartlessness. Yet I loved her then love her now as Spinx or the
woman who told of dad wanting her to be “The Virgin Mary & a
Whore.” Stone cold sober like the Angel of Death I can be like she
given my birth. Mengele,
Josef http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Josef_Mengele
. . . move over Honey I think you've met your match conjoined buddies
with Hitler in tutus tutti bambinos slain.
We
collectively export the leadership deserved having voted or not
voting at all for Assassins, Inc.
I
will be assassinated for this as are those who hug trees daily world
wide. Obviously Rupert Murdoch finds real, or true news reporting,
repugnant since it lowers his bottom line. There being no profit in
prophecy on death swift or tortured slow black opts anonymous
incorporated zero life inclined for the caring = the indifferent
their just do rewarded?
My
legacy is anonymous. I am nothing. Always have been. Will always be.
A mud person or mutt as the neo-Nazis decry. A stray redundant
surplus life to be put to sleep like Annie was before we became
companions. . . .Who will take care her as she takes care loving me.
Gone?
Not
divine. No wannabe Messiah. Just a very patient old man aggrieved the
loss his children , family of origin biological, friends, lovers,
wives: imperfect and a failure. No grave to mark my dust blowing in
the wind. Merely a grain of sand though I see beyond the horizon
shimmering an oasis kingdom of nothing to see nothing to do too
important not to save?
Though
like some, prophets they were: Martin Luther King, Jr. or the
original, no Junior either/neither just Luther., Dietrich Bonhoeffer, of course
obvious: Jesus, Gandhi. Less so but equal in my esteem Mother Teresa.
And more those anonymous who gave instead of stole. I pray: God grant
me the serenity to leave forgiving my assassins. Fully conscious I
want to die not drugged senseless blindfolded and oh yes please if by
your will one last cigarette. A hot fudge Sunday with nuts and cherry
on top will I give thee now. Pretty Please?
I
am not Chicken Little for the sky has already fallen or Poor Peter &
the wolf, Inc. ate him too. Of Mohammad should we meet either place heaven
or hell for me is heaven like the 4th
of July? Coney Island. I love people not crowds herds of them acting
irrationally the Sabbath day everyday now for me lived an eternity
daily born lived dead and buried returned the next or nearest light
the dawn that may never come again.
As
for Jesus should he/she return would be picked apart for souvenirs
such is our longing for divinity actually within and other than outer
imagined idolatrous. As for me now beloved brethren in God all
family by adoption mine long gone Be well and if eaten alive be so
salty as to be never forgotten those who pretend to be more equal
than us here and now. "Free Market Economy" = Stalin the death of 60 million.
Obverse
not perverse regarding the mother of me I perhaps love too
ferociously to be allowed further life. But then as in all things &
time by God's will I do abide, at least for now but soon or then? I
would contend for us an advocate for love not hate no more nor harm
be done.
Amen
and amen. Rejoice in all things I say rejoice! – The divine St.
Paul
Amen
again. By need or commission we forgive as we must the rapist as well
as the raped though it be us so despised.
About
the image—not mine
Michael
Jackson b&w Beach Pix
“Every
working day is spent experimenting, fiddling, mixing chemicals and
going for something new,” said Michael Jackson
For
the past 5 years, Jackson has been creating a body of work titled
‘Other Small Worlds’ based on visiting and recording a single
beach in South Wales – Poppit Sands. “My work on Poppit Sands
beach has changed over the years. I find that I am seeing things now
that eluded me before and what was of interest to me 4 years ago is
no longer of much interest to me now. I suppose that I am trying to
find something new with each visit – and that rarely happens.”
Using
a 1970’s camera, lens and particular times of day he explains his
motivation as “Just an amazing feeling, to be there and to look
down and see tiny worlds appear before my eyes. Then to hear the
whirr of the shutter and to know that I may have captured it forever.
It is a very personal and intimate experience.”
His
work has been acclaimed internationally and published in numerous
magazines throughout the UK, the USA and Australia. The Poppit
Sands/Other Small Worlds series has won three finalist places in the
Hasselblad Masters Award (2008, 2009 & 2010) and is now in its
sixth year. Jackson is based in Wales.
Gratitude
for Feature Shoot, a Google project I enjoy daily
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