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The loosest of cannons and not real cordial, I wheel and turn down a course I see medial. This game that we play is pretty primordial. Your denial of it is insentient – asphyxial.
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There is drama played out on the fringe of our lives! "Fringe" freshens the lifestyle, reviews proscribed archives.
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Still, some cook it with dung. You eat it with chives? For some life’s a curse, but for you? Life’s a crime.
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See, we're kept unjustly insulated from prices really paid. These won't report the *bad* news of the struggle or the fray. They keep us in cocoons of gauze, our fear they would "allay"; they have lulled us into stupor with their "media array."
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You think you're getting real news from monolithic letters! CBS, or NBC are Faux-news hounds "go-getters"! CNN's reality is buried in their blotters? Like say, the death and degradation of your own good sons and daughters?
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We make the Earth très angry when we treat her like... ass-paper... Yes... ...Some gaily scrape ruined pores with same ... real raw hemorrhoidal gapers. Ones *truth* has cant beyond all bounds – check your local rag snooze-paper! The stories you might like to know are bird-caged, wasted paper!
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Like, how about cheap energy that would make our homes like castles? Obliterate your anxiousness with much of life’s cruel hassles? Increase worth and independence, in leaps, or bounds, and passels... ...But that’s the news that’s hidden, see? ...As you and me? Mere vassals!
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T00, it chaps my ass, their disregard, for insulted sensibility. To reinvent cop/doc/law shows... and so remind us their divinity. They report the real news with their sneers of incredulity; they fill chic ads with UFO’s to distend our gullibility.
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I’m shouting to an empty house, I’ve idly been thinking. Ignored, perhaps reviled — in some morass, quickly sinking. It matters not indifference provoking sneers unblinking. It’s a lavish praise you’d heap on me that would surely start me sinking!
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...Yet you've moaned I have no answers, just a hypnotizing rhyme! Though, I blow away your *bullshit* cards, and I throw mine down in time. Your protest is self-serving – that's as plain as truth sublime. Just *Cop* to truth, is all I’m saying, and the rest falls into line.
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alienview@adelphia.net
http://www.alienview.net/
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Consider:
America, her heartless cruel,
Her policies of pain . . .
She's crippled millions needlessly...
So just a few can gain.
The loosest of cannons and not real cordial, I wheel and turn down a course I see medial. This game that we play is pretty primordial. Your denial of it is insentient – asphyxial.
.
There is drama played out on the fringe of our lives! "Fringe" freshens the lifestyle, reviews proscribed archives.
.
Still, some cook it with dung. You eat it with chives? For some life’s a curse, but for you? Life’s a crime.
.
See, we're kept unjustly insulated from prices really paid. These won't report the *bad* news of the struggle or the fray. They keep us in cocoons of gauze, our fear they would "allay"; they have lulled us into stupor with their "media array."
.
You think you're getting real news from monolithic letters! CBS, or NBC are Faux-news hounds "go-getters"! CNN's reality is buried in their blotters? Like say, the death and degradation of your own good sons and daughters?
.
We make the Earth très angry when we treat her like... ass-paper... Yes... ...Some gaily scrape ruined pores with same ... real raw hemorrhoidal gapers. Ones *truth* has cant beyond all bounds – check your local rag snooze-paper! The stories you might like to know are bird-caged, wasted paper!
.
Like, how about cheap energy that would make our homes like castles? Obliterate your anxiousness with much of life’s cruel hassles? Increase worth and independence, in leaps, or bounds, and passels... ...But that’s the news that’s hidden, see? ...As you and me? Mere vassals!
.
T00, it chaps my ass, their disregard, for insulted sensibility. To reinvent cop/doc/law shows... and so remind us their divinity. They report the real news with their sneers of incredulity; they fill chic ads with UFO’s to distend our gullibility.
.
I’m shouting to an empty house, I’ve idly been thinking. Ignored, perhaps reviled — in some morass, quickly sinking. It matters not indifference provoking sneers unblinking. It’s a lavish praise you’d heap on me that would surely start me sinking!
.
...Yet you've moaned I have no answers, just a hypnotizing rhyme! Though, I blow away your *bullshit* cards, and I throw mine down in time. Your protest is self-serving – that's as plain as truth sublime. Just *Cop* to truth, is all I’m saying, and the rest falls into line.
.
alienview@adelphia.net
http://www.alienview.net/
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Consider:
America, her heartless cruel,
Her policies of pain . . .
She's crippled millions needlessly...
So just a few can gain.
America, America…
God? Hear my mourning plea.
Please help her see a light of truth…
From sea to shining sea...
...The Alien View – The view that takes the "you" out of the equation. Oh yes and verily, fellow traveler, it’ll put a *spell* of sedition on you! ...And you know what it is about sedition!
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Right, that any alternative offered would be intelligently preferred as a "choice of better practice"... is not the point even as it is exactly the point! This alternative remains to be contrary to the status quo... whatever the status quo's inferiority; howsoever obvious is same!
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Concurrently, compared to the rest of the world the US sucks up a *share* of world resources that, by far and away, exceeds what it gives back to... well, anything, or anybody, frankly, but for the aforementioned few — that vast minority! The world pays so we can play! Why, we Americans should incur more rank enmity, pay a higher and higher price for complacency as that goes on, and have. ...And shall it would seem.
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We must likely, if righteously, pay a premium for disrespecting the rest of the world as much as we have. For example, we should be leading humankind's effort in the matter of ufological disclosure, but remain, in fact, its biggest hurdle. We provide other hurdles to the rest of the world... ...exsqueeze me — ufological disclosure?
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Do I detect a smirk? Remember it, is my sole admonition.
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See, if you lived over a guy with a bad headache, would you continue to practice your tap dancing? The Alien View observes that many of us are doing just that. Indeed, presume a right to continue to do so...
God? Hear my mourning plea.
Please help her see a light of truth…
From sea to shining sea...
...The Alien View – The view that takes the "you" out of the equation. Oh yes and verily, fellow traveler, it’ll put a *spell* of sedition on you! ...And you know what it is about sedition!
.
Right, that any alternative offered would be intelligently preferred as a "choice of better practice"... is not the point even as it is exactly the point! This alternative remains to be contrary to the status quo... whatever the status quo's inferiority; howsoever obvious is same!
.
Concurrently, compared to the rest of the world the US sucks up a *share* of world resources that, by far and away, exceeds what it gives back to... well, anything, or anybody, frankly, but for the aforementioned few — that vast minority! The world pays so we can play! Why, we Americans should incur more rank enmity, pay a higher and higher price for complacency as that goes on, and have. ...And shall it would seem.
.
We must likely, if righteously, pay a premium for disrespecting the rest of the world as much as we have. For example, we should be leading humankind's effort in the matter of ufological disclosure, but remain, in fact, its biggest hurdle. We provide other hurdles to the rest of the world... ...exsqueeze me — ufological disclosure?
.
Do I detect a smirk? Remember it, is my sole admonition.
.
See, if you lived over a guy with a bad headache, would you continue to practice your tap dancing? The Alien View observes that many of us are doing just that. Indeed, presume a right to continue to do so...
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I would just as soon, not, for myself. See, I do know misery shared is decreased where joy shared conversely performs a most joyous inverse...
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Is that the reason for a pretty thundering silence on raised issues... Inviting any C&C, excluding, of course, "end rhymes" (...heard that one.) — ultimately justified poetic jibes at the arrogance of intelligence used by others like it was a psychopathic weapon… You'd begrudge me even that?
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These songs do aspire to be a song for the greatest denominator — hence the end rhymes. They are songs, folks. Don't be snotty or trifle to sneer at their proffered sincerity — it's de-constructive. This is forgetting I'll eat your literary face for it when I can.
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These songs are ironically the result —not, I challenge, a cause— of mechanisms I believe in stealthy operation to the detriment of all. These are psychopathic mechanisms of trust betrayal and crimes of obfuscation, it would seem, perpetrated against humanity by an aggregate *officialdom* cited in the prosery above! My songs are merely one self-aware individual's reaction to these mechanisms and psychopaths making use of them… I make no apology.
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See, my songs are provoked chronicles on suspected inconsistencies of officiality. They are poems critical of self-serving institutions perpetuating their heinous authoritarian inflexibilities. They are disciplined raps regarding the courageous acknowledgement that there is in fact an awareness of cowardly auspices and prevaricating education systems among other errant support systems... These are devices and mechanisms of deceived persons falsely believing they make informed consent regarding the content of miserable lives unsuspecting that their trust is betrayed… but don't get me started. LOL!
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...That might have seemed a little maniacal. I can't apologise.
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See, I'd read recently from one of the more obliviated "juice-suckers" bagged and cognitively boggy blogs... (whew!) ...that there were "some things more important than UFOs"!
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He (She, it?) suggested this seriously asphyxiated and unthinking clunker... even as he (She, it?) self-propounds as the epitome of logical balance and educated sensibility — not the dilettante mooks crippled with unearned hubris like these actually are.
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...Talk about "morons in need of attention."
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Let's all change course, understandably, and take an embracing leap of interrogative conjecture! Let's test the soundness of the preceding idea... a thought experiment, if you will...
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Resolved: ...that there are some things more important than UFOs.
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Well then, presume for a moment that there actually were intelligently occupied UFOs in the skies above after all...
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Yeah yeah yeah...Just go along you tedious CSIcopionic-klasskurtxoid! Even for you, an imaginationally challenged, fearfully lurking, and intellectually constipated cogni-mooker... your *evidence*, such as it would have to be for you, is in your hand... ...Warp drives, alien heads, ray-guns... whatever it takes to float the receding horizon of your shallow-draft evidentiary boat! You have your "evidence" such as it must come to be and so you must "believe" if you have any back-bone or integrity at all!
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...Uh, if you can't do this for the purposes of the argument? Then we can stop right here because we have already defined your problem... and please to run don't walk to the nearest clinic and get yourself sterilized so we can preclude the continued potentiality of your dodgy contribution to even the shallow end of the gene pool... and thanks for playing, not!
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...UFO are real, then, for the purpose of argument. Just the way a host of lettered and credible persons has found them to be. They are real. Real as death or taxes, in fact, more real than death and taxes, actually. Therein lies the problem... but I digress.
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Real UFOs conjectured, landing on the White house lawn, abducting citizens, sharing their choice of technologies, buzzing our military bases... ...or eating our heads...
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...What remains in our previous affairs more important than the occupants of these UFOs?
.
Is that the reason for a pretty thundering silence on raised issues... Inviting any C&C, excluding, of course, "end rhymes" (...heard that one.) — ultimately justified poetic jibes at the arrogance of intelligence used by others like it was a psychopathic weapon… You'd begrudge me even that?
.
These songs do aspire to be a song for the greatest denominator — hence the end rhymes. They are songs, folks. Don't be snotty or trifle to sneer at their proffered sincerity — it's de-constructive. This is forgetting I'll eat your literary face for it when I can.
.
These songs are ironically the result —not, I challenge, a cause— of mechanisms I believe in stealthy operation to the detriment of all. These are psychopathic mechanisms of trust betrayal and crimes of obfuscation, it would seem, perpetrated against humanity by an aggregate *officialdom* cited in the prosery above! My songs are merely one self-aware individual's reaction to these mechanisms and psychopaths making use of them… I make no apology.
.
See, my songs are provoked chronicles on suspected inconsistencies of officiality. They are poems critical of self-serving institutions perpetuating their heinous authoritarian inflexibilities. They are disciplined raps regarding the courageous acknowledgement that there is in fact an awareness of cowardly auspices and prevaricating education systems among other errant support systems... These are devices and mechanisms of deceived persons falsely believing they make informed consent regarding the content of miserable lives unsuspecting that their trust is betrayed… but don't get me started. LOL!
.
...That might have seemed a little maniacal. I can't apologise.
.
See, I'd read recently from one of the more obliviated "juice-suckers" bagged and cognitively boggy blogs... (whew!) ...that there were "some things more important than UFOs"!
.
He (She, it?) suggested this seriously asphyxiated and unthinking clunker... even as he (She, it?) self-propounds as the epitome of logical balance and educated sensibility — not the dilettante mooks crippled with unearned hubris like these actually are.
.
...Talk about "morons in need of attention."
.
Let's all change course, understandably, and take an embracing leap of interrogative conjecture! Let's test the soundness of the preceding idea... a thought experiment, if you will...
.
Resolved: ...that there are some things more important than UFOs.
.
Well then, presume for a moment that there actually were intelligently occupied UFOs in the skies above after all...
.
Yeah yeah yeah...Just go along you tedious CSIcopionic-klasskurtxoid! Even for you, an imaginationally challenged, fearfully lurking, and intellectually constipated cogni-mooker... your *evidence*, such as it would have to be for you, is in your hand... ...Warp drives, alien heads, ray-guns... whatever it takes to float the receding horizon of your shallow-draft evidentiary boat! You have your "evidence" such as it must come to be and so you must "believe" if you have any back-bone or integrity at all!
.
...Uh, if you can't do this for the purposes of the argument? Then we can stop right here because we have already defined your problem... and please to run don't walk to the nearest clinic and get yourself sterilized so we can preclude the continued potentiality of your dodgy contribution to even the shallow end of the gene pool... and thanks for playing, not!
.
...UFO are real, then, for the purpose of argument. Just the way a host of lettered and credible persons has found them to be. They are real. Real as death or taxes, in fact, more real than death and taxes, actually. Therein lies the problem... but I digress.
.
Real UFOs conjectured, landing on the White house lawn, abducting citizens, sharing their choice of technologies, buzzing our military bases... ...or eating our heads...
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...What remains in our previous affairs more important than the occupants of these UFOs?
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Which of our previously presupposing concerns remains to take its prerequisite's precedence? What imagined slight between Catholic, Protestant, Moslem, and Jew does not whither away to irrelevance in the cold hard light of a ufological reality?
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Given UFOs? It's everything ELSE must come to individual adjustment. Love and hate, War and peace, God and the Devil. Everything else. Everything. E V E R Y T H I N G...
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I think that's GOOD news, forgetting it also, sadly, keeps the *mainstream* giggle-bumpers up... s'ok... verily these bumpers fray!
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See, we're like a bunch of BCE (Before Common Era) south pacific islanders of early generation on the cusp of our discovery by *others*. Their (our) island is abruptly surrounded by an elder civilizations of a —we can only hope— refined sociality and seemingly magical technology? They (we)... slowly begin to realize that they (we) are going to have to take a different path... to self-esteem and self-actualization than they (we) had heretofore presumed. Eh?
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They'd (we'd) better!
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A lesson learned from the Matrix film series? Harsh reality is preferable to pre-programmed sky-pie that won't pay off in something "real"... something that pays the aggregate rent, for your trouble, in a system where the individual has an informed consent!
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Experiment over. What did you discover?
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Now: consider the legion of sincere and intelligent persons who have already made that aforementioned ufological leap and are waiting with dwindling patience for the ardently inappropriate sea-anchor pelicanist to make the leap himself (...herself, itself...). No.
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...Uh-uh....
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...Nothing, no thing... is more important to humanity than a resolution of the ufological issue and a statesman-like, of needs, political approach to same. No thing. Everything else is mere reaction and distraction to that I'm compelled to think.
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Too, the rewards for our bravery, I suspect, are greater than the risks — which are inevitable anyway! That's good news I feel, still. It's honesty and self respect on the way back. ...Feels good and smells better!
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This resolution is necessary even with a seemingly unlikely opposite outcome! The truth... though heaven falls, after all. Solid ground of informed consent on which to build.
.
Given UFOs? It's everything ELSE must come to individual adjustment. Love and hate, War and peace, God and the Devil. Everything else. Everything. E V E R Y T H I N G...
.
I think that's GOOD news, forgetting it also, sadly, keeps the *mainstream* giggle-bumpers up... s'ok... verily these bumpers fray!
.
See, we're like a bunch of BCE (Before Common Era) south pacific islanders of early generation on the cusp of our discovery by *others*. Their (our) island is abruptly surrounded by an elder civilizations of a —we can only hope— refined sociality and seemingly magical technology? They (we)... slowly begin to realize that they (we) are going to have to take a different path... to self-esteem and self-actualization than they (we) had heretofore presumed. Eh?
.
They'd (we'd) better!
.
A lesson learned from the Matrix film series? Harsh reality is preferable to pre-programmed sky-pie that won't pay off in something "real"... something that pays the aggregate rent, for your trouble, in a system where the individual has an informed consent!
.
Experiment over. What did you discover?
.
Now: consider the legion of sincere and intelligent persons who have already made that aforementioned ufological leap and are waiting with dwindling patience for the ardently inappropriate sea-anchor pelicanist to make the leap himself (...herself, itself...). No.
.
...Uh-uh....
.
...Nothing, no thing... is more important to humanity than a resolution of the ufological issue and a statesman-like, of needs, political approach to same. No thing. Everything else is mere reaction and distraction to that I'm compelled to think.
.
Too, the rewards for our bravery, I suspect, are greater than the risks — which are inevitable anyway! That's good news I feel, still. It's honesty and self respect on the way back. ...Feels good and smells better!
.
This resolution is necessary even with a seemingly unlikely opposite outcome! The truth... though heaven falls, after all. Solid ground of informed consent on which to build.
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Truth, though heaven falls? There are better heavens, I suspect, ones we could make for ourselves right now if we wished, if we but chose to. A kingdom truely at hand.
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Not a "believer", remains I can believe. Additionally, "I can think, and I can wait." ...See you there!
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Not a "believer", remains I can believe. Additionally, "I can think, and I can wait." ...See you there!
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