Scientists are too obtrusive, lawyers are corrupt (abusive), and cops (too busy) arm themselves to keep an *order* rich men will... Tesla's papers languish, hidden. History's contrived—not kidding*—startling questions go unanswered by those persons faking answers!
.
...Autonomy—so near at hand—suggesting what it always had: that we are best when on our feet; to struggle is our meal—our feast! Though, we would have reward for work, to keep our "edge" alive—alert. We'd have ourselves some satisfaction, without division or detraction!
.
We might look for stuff I've spied in daylight, dusk, or starry skies. We could change our attitude—cop to truth? Be—so—imbued! Avoid denial so mal-serving. Be forthcoming! Be deserving!
.
...Like, make it not a "petty" crime to fake a "sighting," anytime!
.
It's the SAME as "terror," clear? Yelling FIRE in a theater! It's faithless, mad—a mal-occurrence—to willfully create disturbance! We're not served for crying wolf where truthlessness becomes "enough"... becomes enough to quell the curious and make the subject less than serious. Folks stop looking when betrayed; they're embarrassed when they're played!
.
See? It lacks no end, this disrespect! It's rudeness at impertinent best! It's spit so nasty in your eye that scales form from lying slime! It's "falseness" in a "presentation"—willful (thoughtful!) misdirection. It supports no elevation—it provides but defamation!
.
See? Burned and shy one WILL stop looking, and one not looking begs his schtupping!
.
Still you'd state that I'M the problem, and say it smoothly, charming—solemn. I observe irresolution... so I provide "my own" confusion? I don't think so; that's dissembling. That's the dodge that you're assembling. You distort intelligence. You're your own irrelevance. Ears to hear and eyes to see provides the proof I need, for free!
.
...Slander's wage for asking why? Consider gifts from endless skies... raining strangeness, ceaselessly, in ways to shake your fragile tree (and that's the reason why you're clueless, sans "with-it-ness— bereft of "coolness"...).
.
It's true I'm asking twitchy questions, but you dismiss the mere SUGGESTION: that worshiped science is insufficient, incomplete, and so? Deficient!
.
...And this is said in plain cognition of its *gifts* (...its imposition!), 'cause it's not the total picture; it won't save us; fill our pitcher! It won't give us ALL the answers. All by itself? It won't cure "cancer"! In fact, it "causes" more than "cures," its vectors far from grace—be sure...**
.
Hey! How did Homer (Virgil?) know—that Mars had moons so long ago? How would "terror" and a "beating"... name these moons so quick and fleeting? Where can come that strange idea he couldn't "see"... or "see," conceive of? How'd he KNOW, or WHO would tell him? Where does "weird knowledge" ...even come from?
.
This was what their legends said? This was myth (?), and fiction wed? This was "odd coincidence"? This "was nothing"—of "no significance"?
.
You whistle past a graveyard, friend! Admit the fear you must transcend!
.
"Brookings" portends mass hysterics, and propounds like they're hysteric! Folks mistaken, mad, misleading, misinformed; some clearly weeping... moans and gnashing teeth, foursquare... their ignorance confronts them ... THERE! "Humans scourge with tooth and claw, all destruction, the death of law"! "Society must then implode," if they come clean to self-disclose?
.
That's such crap—convenient swill—to keep the *cat-birds* seated well! We're a "fodder" fueling dreams of psychopathic "kings" and "queens," Hangers-on, facilitators, soulless yes-men—abominators!
.
We're an "entree," food of course, for such as... ...sans compassion's force. See? Disrespect is tendered us by leadership betraying trust!
.
Jerked back and forth? Incredulity—weighed unfairly (institutionally!), folks wallow in a murky mire of "truthiness" and "crap conspired." This avoids the real deal. So, who is helped if things get "real"?
.
Buried "heads" in shifting "sands" just makes it harder—understand?
.
You're the problem! You're no solution. You own convenient institutions! Cops and lawyers (strange collusion!), and Doctors dance with profit—fusion! Gub'mint's owned by non-elected masters of inspired "neglecting"...
.
Everywhere you look there's lying! Christians spinning webs decrying... sins unseen if of their own, but quick for others with their stones!
.
Little girls are starved to lie with make-up on and implants plied. The Gub-mint's errant declaration, the Church's crass prevarication, plus corporate lapdog's whorish *news* will sell the "soap"... but spoil the "stew"!
.
Doctors cheat on Medicare, and lawyers trump up charges there! Cops can torture out confessions, opportunists squeeze concessions, and futile schools still beat their kids; we even KNOW they're invalids! Lying is our way of life. We do it first! We ARE our strife!
.
Best we cop and get right to it. I won't hear excuses—screw it!
.
Your denial stops progression; I can't believe in your obsession that we crown a grand creation built by God—we're infestation! ... That's what we are: mere parasites destroying hosts in sentient spite!
.
We're not alone and we should cop. We're being watched, and we should stop!
.
"Cop to what," you smirk and laugh. Why, cop to "time," its grand expanse. Cop to "space," its plumb-less reaches! Cop to "matter"! "Mind" beseeches!
.
...And while some sneer their glad derision? Paradigms are in collision! Eons crack and break apart providing us a "reset" start. We're absolved imagined crimes of those denying us our time. We're released to our potential in a brand new existential. We enjoin the stars believing they're the things so worth achieving, so we despair that we're kept "numb," dense and dim or dull and dumb.
.
alienview@roadrunner.com
http://www.alienview.net/
More than paradigms it would so appear.
*...snatch this while it is available! The story of a teacher who wanted to find out why kids "hate" history!
** Terence McKenna paraphrase.
.
...Autonomy—so near at hand—suggesting what it always had: that we are best when on our feet; to struggle is our meal—our feast! Though, we would have reward for work, to keep our "edge" alive—alert. We'd have ourselves some satisfaction, without division or detraction!
.
We might look for stuff I've spied in daylight, dusk, or starry skies. We could change our attitude—cop to truth? Be—so—imbued! Avoid denial so mal-serving. Be forthcoming! Be deserving!
.
...Like, make it not a "petty" crime to fake a "sighting," anytime!
.
It's the SAME as "terror," clear? Yelling FIRE in a theater! It's faithless, mad—a mal-occurrence—to willfully create disturbance! We're not served for crying wolf where truthlessness becomes "enough"... becomes enough to quell the curious and make the subject less than serious. Folks stop looking when betrayed; they're embarrassed when they're played!
.
See? It lacks no end, this disrespect! It's rudeness at impertinent best! It's spit so nasty in your eye that scales form from lying slime! It's "falseness" in a "presentation"—willful (thoughtful!) misdirection. It supports no elevation—it provides but defamation!
.
See? Burned and shy one WILL stop looking, and one not looking begs his schtupping!
.
Still you'd state that I'M the problem, and say it smoothly, charming—solemn. I observe irresolution... so I provide "my own" confusion? I don't think so; that's dissembling. That's the dodge that you're assembling. You distort intelligence. You're your own irrelevance. Ears to hear and eyes to see provides the proof I need, for free!
.
...Slander's wage for asking why? Consider gifts from endless skies... raining strangeness, ceaselessly, in ways to shake your fragile tree (and that's the reason why you're clueless, sans "with-it-ness— bereft of "coolness"...).
.
It's true I'm asking twitchy questions, but you dismiss the mere SUGGESTION: that worshiped science is insufficient, incomplete, and so? Deficient!
.
...And this is said in plain cognition of its *gifts* (...its imposition!), 'cause it's not the total picture; it won't save us; fill our pitcher! It won't give us ALL the answers. All by itself? It won't cure "cancer"! In fact, it "causes" more than "cures," its vectors far from grace—be sure...**
.
Hey! How did Homer (Virgil?) know—that Mars had moons so long ago? How would "terror" and a "beating"... name these moons so quick and fleeting? Where can come that strange idea he couldn't "see"... or "see," conceive of? How'd he KNOW, or WHO would tell him? Where does "weird knowledge" ...even come from?
.
This was what their legends said? This was myth (?), and fiction wed? This was "odd coincidence"? This "was nothing"—of "no significance"?
.
You whistle past a graveyard, friend! Admit the fear you must transcend!
.
"Brookings" portends mass hysterics, and propounds like they're hysteric! Folks mistaken, mad, misleading, misinformed; some clearly weeping... moans and gnashing teeth, foursquare... their ignorance confronts them ... THERE! "Humans scourge with tooth and claw, all destruction, the death of law"! "Society must then implode," if they come clean to self-disclose?
.
That's such crap—convenient swill—to keep the *cat-birds* seated well! We're a "fodder" fueling dreams of psychopathic "kings" and "queens," Hangers-on, facilitators, soulless yes-men—abominators!
.
We're an "entree," food of course, for such as... ...sans compassion's force. See? Disrespect is tendered us by leadership betraying trust!
.
Jerked back and forth? Incredulity—weighed unfairly (institutionally!), folks wallow in a murky mire of "truthiness" and "crap conspired." This avoids the real deal. So, who is helped if things get "real"?
.
Buried "heads" in shifting "sands" just makes it harder—understand?
.
You're the problem! You're no solution. You own convenient institutions! Cops and lawyers (strange collusion!), and Doctors dance with profit—fusion! Gub'mint's owned by non-elected masters of inspired "neglecting"...
.
Everywhere you look there's lying! Christians spinning webs decrying... sins unseen if of their own, but quick for others with their stones!
.
Little girls are starved to lie with make-up on and implants plied. The Gub-mint's errant declaration, the Church's crass prevarication, plus corporate lapdog's whorish *news* will sell the "soap"... but spoil the "stew"!
.
Doctors cheat on Medicare, and lawyers trump up charges there! Cops can torture out confessions, opportunists squeeze concessions, and futile schools still beat their kids; we even KNOW they're invalids! Lying is our way of life. We do it first! We ARE our strife!
.
Best we cop and get right to it. I won't hear excuses—screw it!
.
Your denial stops progression; I can't believe in your obsession that we crown a grand creation built by God—we're infestation! ... That's what we are: mere parasites destroying hosts in sentient spite!
.
We're not alone and we should cop. We're being watched, and we should stop!
.
"Cop to what," you smirk and laugh. Why, cop to "time," its grand expanse. Cop to "space," its plumb-less reaches! Cop to "matter"! "Mind" beseeches!
.
...And while some sneer their glad derision? Paradigms are in collision! Eons crack and break apart providing us a "reset" start. We're absolved imagined crimes of those denying us our time. We're released to our potential in a brand new existential. We enjoin the stars believing they're the things so worth achieving, so we despair that we're kept "numb," dense and dim or dull and dumb.
.
alienview@roadrunner.com
http://www.alienview.net/
More than paradigms it would so appear.
*...snatch this while it is available! The story of a teacher who wanted to find out why kids "hate" history!
** Terence McKenna paraphrase.
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