Sunday, July 26, 2009

Risking Mammon's Wrath


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Mine's a strident little station who would dare to speak to you; to step out on the world stage with ethos, heart, and clue. To break from "comfy cover", and to play the real blues. To risk the wrath of Mammon for a heart felt Alien View.
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I know the message 'should' be pleasant... so "the horror" fades from sight. You'd have your "warm and fuzzies" in a "life style" clean and bright. ...Though where's an even break for those who fight a "straight-up" fight? They'd have "warmth" plus "satisfaction," too, terror absent in their night.
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My "program" plays the "classics", and the music's "implication." Know your fear, it's always here ... but feel a strange elation. The blues are played to curve the will for "valid protestation," and "valid protest" wins your grace; you can feel it at this station.
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As you listen walk a path with me which covers different ground. We live in senseless violence which happens all around! You cannot hear the crickets who will only make their sound when the madness isn't spraying sullen poisons to confound!
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Check out this DJ's costume as it flashes truthful color. Our spirit is effusive. It makes our message even fuller. My straightened back gives breath back so a faith leaps even taller; amazing all these moves are made for throwing off ones collar!
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My signal comes from mountains which are grown grass green in rain. The amplitude is mellow even pushing up the gain. My frequency's a freshness to ameliorate the pain with a pleasure you'd be feeling, though you're *taught* that's quite "insane."
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My message is hard edged enough — don't dare to call it "quaint." It doesn't take the word of what the privileged calls a "saint." It won't tremble for the *mighty*, then go all weak and faint. It's alone its own creation, but sans hubristic paint.
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My center's hailing yours completely guileless... a little worried... The message has to get out quick; together, we must hurry. Only in the shadows can real monsters dart and scurry. Our light could have them slinking back to darkness in a flurry.
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Ours? A strident program the 'electrics' pump world wide. It's that self-made leap of faith I've contemplated, I confide. It's heart-felt appreciation that we help our Earth abide... It's a reach across our differences that must yawn so deep and wide.
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So I'm pumping-up the volume. Indifference? ...Just be damned! I'm smashing out of *boxes* where our spirits have been crammed. Emboldened by your silence, and revolted by the man? I'd prefer a kind acceptance — but, I'm armored for your slam.



...And where do _I_ get off, eh? The answer to that is: "...where I will"!
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...And this just in at the AV News Desk!!!.
Someone try to tell Mr. Lehmberg that he is misleading, misled or mentally ill. Someone please intimate that he's witness to mere birds, boosters, bolides, or balloons. Someone inform him he was seeing fairies... suffering vapors... or having an "episode."
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...Go on! Tell him!
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Tell him to, yourself, feel steel. Read on.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

...Down To You...


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Did you know that you were actually at the center of a multi-verse? That all creation moved its mass 'round you? This is not a charming metaphor just to illustrate a point! This is truth as culture knows it. There is no doubt that it's true.
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"The center of the universe"! Bunkies frown, and smirk, and sneer. "What you proffer is the selfish you've decryed "! ...And taken to their limit, then, they'd be exactly right. ...But that's to choose that selfish pathway I'd despised.
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Everything in culture's writ to come down hard on YOU ... as it knows that you alone can "heat its water"! It binds together billions of these universal *centers* ...and to succor an elite, in turn ... who treats you like a squatter!
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It all comes down to YOU, you see, and the payment of YOUR taxes. It's down to YOU, and what YOU leave behind. What's YOUR contribution — in the "positive" or its "inverse"? ...And "minus/plus" for who and what or why!
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Every ad you've ever heard or seen is focused on your brain. And they're crafted with your singleness in mind. You're extorted, individually, but then ground in culture's mill ... Reminded on "good teamwork" until used up, tired, and blind
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You forget that you're the center where you're never seen and heard, so you shift your center over to controllers. "It's God's will you be accursed within an evil world toil !"
…Best get behind their *Jesus,* these Conservative *extollers*.
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You turn your trusting back to those who'd stab betwixt your shoulders: the man with dodgy ethics who "decides"? The men who have their "history" all pre-writ on blood stained pages? Where's history? Who suffered, how, and why?
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Think about a "lynch mob", and the mob rule there displayed ... where the single man or woman would not play. But together they dilute that "wrong" an ethics makes so plain, and they spill the blood you know's been spilled — today!
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You're the center of a universe... with many different centers! What you do counts BIG — here's reason why: What you have been doing? It you stopped there'd be "undoing."
Without "YOUR" contribution, then... their culture wilts and dies!
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You are the center of your universe 'cause it's you who pays the freight! You're the one —on site— with all the guts! Through the nose you're always paying though it benefits the few ... and if asking for the truth? Then, "you're just nuts."


A team is only as strong as the individuals who make it up, Nes't ce pas?
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That neatly makes the individual key, am I right?
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The most successful countries have the most respect for individual rights. Discounting the individual makes teams and countries fail. Consider North Korea,Mao's China and the late Soviet Union... or much of the Islamic world. Notice the weakness displayed lately by our United States as respect for individuals is diminished.
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Look around you — you ARE at the center of the universe. What's between your meager senses and the center of your head but YOU! Every direction from you departs... from you!
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My center hails your center. We exist this very day! AHOY!
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Are you an individual? Remember, it seems to be the individual with which the "other," howsoever that "other" is configured, is interested in communicating, after all... at all.
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...Down to you.
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Rejoice in your individuality! Exercise it! Just remember that there's a responsibility entailed. Treat others as you would treated, eh?
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Saturday, July 11, 2009

...The Skies Admit Your Truth...



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Bottom line? You're unconvincing, authoritarian, and use flat thinking! What you call your "bearing facts" ASSUMES your views are valid, Jack, and assumptions are what they WOULD be — that ass that's made of you and me.
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Your "proclamation with a sneer" betrays the tap root of your fear, that non-admitted holes abound within the "walls" adverted sound. "Walls" unsound by inculcation provide our errant degradation, while you distract us from that wound that you discount and then impugn.
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Conspiracy's a living monster you would hide or call impostor, but if power and control are there, then there are those who TAKE that dare! I'm not your strict "believer," friend, and I won't pay your freight — comprende'?
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Though, I won't buy what YOU sell, either; you're Danish fish. I need a breather.
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See, you prosecute your "tick-turds" gladly, spin the facts and dervish madly — convince us all that what we're seeing CANNOT be what we're believing. Though, there is *more* than what you offer, volunteer, propose, or proffer, and I must call your smirking bluff. I'm quite fed up. I've had enough.
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You don't make the slightest dent in what I'm seeing we must spend... to do the work and NOT pretend... but YOU won't even LOOK! Get bent!
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In its place your whistled catcalls, errant hooting, mocking pratfalls, your "cheap shot" shooting, faux support and profits made you don't report...
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See it's you who keeps the lie alive! You fake the truth —you have contrived— and you have strained a stained credulity casting your aspersions (..!.) — truly! A living lie is what you use to keep an edge —that you abuse— and all to keep us on your meter, paying taxes. You foul creature!
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Frankly, you're a toxic boor, a cad that should be shone ones door. You embarrass education, you're reproduction's abdication — you won't call a spade a spade; we live within the lies you've made.
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You sell a soulless, useless brew of sharp derision — sad excuse. Too, what does obfuscation do but compliment your glad abuse! All your aims are systematic, inculcated — autocratic; the status quo is what you've had to keep *your* treasures close at hand.
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Consider Gingrich bopping pages, but while critiquing Clinton's "graces." *Mourning* "death of all morality," he slides it IN... ...why won't you see?
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It's YOU, like this, with UFO's! You KNOW that something "flies" and "glows," yet you find *ways* — pretend it's final ... blow your smoke and make denials. Interpret facts as you would have them, proclaim some *facts* to keep us guessing — add some shred or bit of truth to sell agendas you intrude.
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Soon it is that you're found out, and then we'll see what you're about. We will find what you have hidden — take Tesla out of his derision, read the books that Sitchin writes as text books that just might be right!
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We would open hanger doors, we would search your *hallowed* floors, we would see what's been so secret, you've abused your privilege — SEE it!
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We would open wide the shades that keep us stupid, scared — betrayed. We'd expose those unelected scabrous thugs now undetected — living more fulfilling lives we'd soar and cleave from what's despised.
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You will come to know you're through, your time's run out and leaving you... ...to stew in juices you once used to torment what was once abused. I'm glad to say you'll suffer shame, and more when you avoid your blame.
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Plain it is, you better start (to break it loose) or come apart. Do it now, you filthy stealthy, aging *bad* news isn't healthy.
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Come clean now and save yourself the slings of *fortune* talked about. I'm betting you'll procrastinate, and do "too little" much "too late." There's little hope you see some light, and do your part to put things right...
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So I await for your glad demise, yet watch our starry, starry skies. They, at least, admit some truth: that time and space are monstrous, HUGE, and all that is imagined happens — plus the lot that's not . . . imagined.




You know who you are.