Here's some stuff. More stuff. Yeah.

Original content.
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Flowers are pretty and all... they are everywhere. So are bushes and stuff. Stuff like trees. And yeah it's like "oh they look nice..." and grass is cool and all that.... but WHY!?
It'd make a lot more sense if the bushes and trees all around had like... edible fruit on them. They just sit there and leaves fall off them. And they die. People die because there are no carrots growing on the side of

the road. Fuck, I've been hungry sometimes, walking down the street... I wish I saw a tomato plant or like an apple tree. But NO! Just pine trees, pretty flowers, and grass. PROFIT PROFIT PROFIT buy our stuff buy our poison garbage fast food consume spend spend spend.....
I don't like this situation. Nobody fucking likes this situation it's all brainwash trash enjoy your burger cooked medium-toxic. For a dollar. For a dollar.
FREE FRUIT AND VEGETABLES!
When you open your eyes, it's not so hard to see the lies.
Look at this. An awakened and enlightened human being smoking a cigarette and eating a chicken sandwich because EVERYONE ELSE IS. Because that's what is forced upon us. "forced" Gently forced down our throats.
Look at this.
Lift the veil.
Burn it.
Come on, zucchini...

you can do it.... growwww <3

A human being emits more luminosity than the sun, per cubic inch. Hope this brightens up your day :)

feeling pessimistic? A bacteria emits more luminosity than you, per cubic inch. It's a surface area to volume thing.

(I started writing this so I could use the line "You want your whore-o-scope; 'Oh bitch you Aires'" After writing for a while, I realised it doesn't really fit...)

I see a greedy fiend with a pipe and needle
She seems to be number than the Brother's Tweedle
Dumb and Dee, from the slums and streets,
When Alice met them in the forest on LSD
It seems to me that she appears to be
Much less free than

Toby during slavery.
Bound by metaphorical ropes and chains
Sounds like she just can't cope with pain.
But what's insane is that she strains in vain to clear the haze of the strange rain which drowns the maze of her brain; confusing her, she chooses the delusional illusion instead of the foregone conclusions which conclusively elude what's true.



Enjoying my randomness? If not, I could care less.


I enjoyed writing it.


I have a statement to make!
"I am making a statement."I have a statement to make!
"I am making a statement."I have a statement to make!
"I am making a statement."I have a statement to make!
"I am making a statement."I have a statement to make!
"I am making a statement."I have a statement to make!
"I am making a statement."I have a statement to make!
"I am making a statement."I have a statement to make!
"I am making a statement."I have a statement to make!
"I am making a statement."I have a statement to make!
"I am making a statement."
the terrified child had few questions to ask
unverified smiles; true expression or mask?
much was known, little was done
nothing was shown, except for the sun
which shone upon the terrified one




Hey. wanna see a picture I made in Microsoft paint. here. Here it is.

Hope you like it. If you don't like it, again, I could care less of the opinions of those with terrible taste in poetic and artistic expression.



One day, I'll be famous. Dead, probably before fame, but one day.

I like this kind of music.

actually i like many many many kinds of music :)

 

 

Um. That's all. have a nice now forever.

here. i wrote some stuff.

i like writing. here's some stuff.


The elite organisation, a corrupt corporation, recently gave notification for purification of the population. Where is the justification in the administration of inoculations for virus annihilation? The incarceration of the nation's generation and the continuation of deforestation... what's the purpose in these abominations? I'm sick and tired of the falsification and devaluation of the constitution, diluted and polluted, well here's my solution.

We end persecution and prosecution and focus on human evolution, no more need for institutions that practice circumlocution. It's time to end the confusion, make a contribution and join the revolution.

And as for the world elite??? Execution.
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Let's get this rap started... hope I don't sound too cold hearted while I talk about the life I departed. The life of lies I left behind, intertwined with the kind of mind combined with my defiance, ritualistically and sadistically seemed designed to confine my intellectual being with maligned ineffectual thinking. Linking the ties together, not blinking in the malevolent weather... whether or not I had supposed what to do, well what was I supposed to do?

Expose the truth? Fuck that, I'd rather hide it from you. It's not like I can undo what I've endured, I'll never be cured. Maybe I'll mature from this obscure torture. Or maybe I'll roast in hell, a soul scorcher. I'd forge my own death certificate just to not deal with what's real. Can't remember what it is like to feel. I used to steal just to get by, everyday an ordeal to get high. Perhaps I can reveal the lie... the true nature of WHY.

I often question my success at my own discretion, expressing my emotions without tapping into aggression. When it's time to decompress I find myself stressed, and I try to make an impression... well here's my confession and I'll write it on paper-- my life is a bitch and I fucking raped her. Violated her, because I hated her. I never dated her, because I was waiting for her to relate her purpose with my fate... but what the fuck did I create? More importantly, why did I chose to desecrate? I just suffocate, thinking about the constant debate between evil and good in my heart... well I wanted to write a rap, guess this is a start.
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Meditating alone on my own... in the zone, thoughts cryptic like the Rosetta stone. Witness things unknown as my astral body is thrown on the throne, after having flown through many dimensions. Did I mention the extension of the tension I felt during my ascension? Lacking total comprehension as my spirit's suspension in space caught the attention of an alien race. What was this place I had discovered as I hovered and soared, hearing an angelic chord? I saw a sword of fire, cut my silver cord like a wire... and I had lost all attachment to self.

I was no longer connected, surely this was not expected... I must have neglected my physical being, effectively dissected the connection I was so vividly seeing. I should have been corrected as my spirit ejected, leaving my body unprotected.

Now I wander the Astral planes, as I ponder my worldly chains... It pains me to know my veins will never again flow with blood again... my body laying in bed like a corpse... amen.

As my final words for this Earth approach, I dread the worst... rebirth as a roach. Surely my karma has not been that dreadful, but alas, only the moon fucking knows.
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I find it ironic how demonic the chronic masonic rituals habitually free the Illuminati of the degree thirty-three to seethe through their rotten teeth and breathe as they plot destruction, corruption, and population reduction.

Make way, new world order, for the introduction of a people rising, though it may be surprising that we've been anonymously devising a peaceful resistance from a global distance to preserve human existence, and we don't need your assistance no we don't need your assistance.

The elite heads are conceited, with their concrete mistreating of ninety-nine percent of the globe, wearing nothing but hoodwinks and robes, they try to probe the subconscious mind through the media, and with our ignorance we keep on feeding them.

Get up, get out, and join the rebellion. We will win the fight with words and expression, not violent aggression. The suppression of my people has gone far enough... 2012 is the year it's going to get rough. Rough for the world leaders as the people unite... Get ready for the people to rise you scumbags, prepare to fight.
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here's a picture.

of a pencil. because you write with it. like i write stuff. With pencils.



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want your mind to be blown? watch the following video. 

Just something I drew..

I don't draw too often.. but when I do, I spend eight hours on it.
This is not completed yet.. but it's close. It has several hidden meanings behind it. The white rabbit, last of the animals in the cycle of reincarnation, is sucking the innocence of it's mirrored counterpart through a breaking mirror. This shows that not always white/black equal good/evil respectively.

It is all about perception. There is writing in atleast two different magical languages on the right. Certain symbols that are in my life are drawn into the drawing as well. The black rabbit's name is Eko and the White rabbit's name is Zoe. The person in the cage is attempting to break free...
...and yeah I'll leave the rest up to you to determine.

thanks.

Exposed Juxtaposition

you cannot label this sentence. the essence of this sentence has no label. essential quintessence may lay equal with it's counterpart. partially counting as it's equivalent, eventually, reflects upon itself in reflection, evenly effecting the reflection of it's affection for the infinite affinity of the finished suggestion. Suggesting this sentence is just a correction of inceptive perception, inspect the selection of my shining divine intervention (be sure to mind that I sign my own lessons, while teaching the preachers why I am in heaven)
"just an expedition of exposed juxtaposition."

This is a sample of my writing. This is the first post on my blog. There will be more interesting writings to come. This  blog will contain mostly original content. Stay tuned for more randomness and crazy awesome stuff. 

here's a blog of a good friend of mine, Dieter Braun (known as Indian In The Machine) http://indianinthemachine.wordpress.com/

Here's a video of a Hang Drum and Didgeridoo playing street musicians:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I61zWjkK3hE


Here's a picture of me holding a One Trillion Dollar Bill (it's real, used in Zimbabwe) and the amount of eggs it can buy:

 

Here's a video of ME playing the Didgeridoo:

That's enough randomness for now...
Thank you.

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