Sunday, February 15, 2009

The Muse You Choose...


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You're disgusted with the state of things. You're impatient for some change. You suspect your blighted leadership's dissembling and insane?
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You feel as though you've been betrayed. You suffer disrespect. You tolerate a government not remotely circumspect?
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You perceive there is conspiracy. You discern it lives and breathes. You gather it has been employed... to bring you to your knees?
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You 'know' that there are UFOs. You see them for yourself. Your culture seems opposed to one who tries to know ones self?
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You cannot trust your mainstream. You smell its artful lie. There's much pretense for foolish lies that nothing haunts our sky?
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You're revolted by religion, and the "Fundies" make you sick. Know invented gods and devils do the bidding of these pricks?
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Is 'science' your social arbiter? Is it god or mal-used tool? Do you let it ~dictate~ policy? Too, you dread its turgid rule.
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Do errant posers profit? Do they prosecute their 'need'? Do they blandly soil the shoulders of the giants of our breed?
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Are you sickened by society? ...Abhor the status quo? You are fed up with a "system" which precludes your "right to know."
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You are trifled by obnoxious trolls! Do they caper, leap and dance? These ghouls of ...'re'-revision... so complacently they'd prance!
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ou are sick and tired of being played for a clue robbed —hapless— tool. You feel disrespected flotsam, slighted chump... affronted fool?
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o you sense a new reality? Are you outraged and contentious? Are you finished with indignity? You are ~ripe~ for the seditious.
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Yes, snub their hijacked networks, friend. Refuse their print and graph. Reject their artless selling, puerile prose, or photograph!
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schew convenient 'history'. Avoid contrived 'accounts'. Disbelieve authorities of 'mainstreams' who don't count.
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ead ~forbidden~ indexes. Think outside their box. Review the un-explorable. Explode the closed and locked.
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Question all authority. Demand what's just and fair. Leaping up from bleeding knees... you find the guts to dare!
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Speak the truth to power! Let them know your thoughts. Voice heart felt convictions, friend, before you mourn their loss!
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The future's near upon you, and it's speeding as it comes, but you are more prepared for that; you marched to ~different~ drums. What drums are those, some sneer and smirk from short Cartesian pews? Well, that which finally comes from you, and that's a muse ~you~ choose.



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