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www.AlienView.net
...Or noose... also in the mix of possible potentialities.
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Take an alien's view as concrescence looms in graph lines measuring the existential going threateningly asymptotic!
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Everything comes and goes
Marked by lovers and styles of clothes
Things that you held high
And told yourself were true
Lost or changing as the days come down to you
I'm alert to a fear which could threaten my soul! Well beyond my accounting, it's beyond my control. That "horror" is lurking a half turn from you, but do the hard looking and be fearful, too!
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Yes, please be aware of an artificed ploy, a lot of that fear is all bupkis employed. Fear is control of emotion for you, you go where it leads you; we know this is true. We are abused to be silent and sightless but that precludes conscience and sentience's rightness... where skies are festooned with the future concrescence of UFOs shaming a science gone feckless...
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Yes, please be aware of an artificed ploy, a lot of that fear is all bupkis employed. Fear is control of emotion for you, you go where it leads you; we know this is true. We are abused to be silent and sightless but that precludes conscience and sentience's rightness... where skies are festooned with the future concrescence of UFOs shaming a science gone feckless...
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...Some blather "bolides," or a "bird" under power. This evasion of inquest? The poor sense of cowards. Most of these cowards just fan at the bottom; they defeat any clarity, just add to the flotsam.
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Mr. and Ms. have programmed assumptions. The "left"... or the "right" are of similar compunction. This would explain our unreasoning fear; the better safe course for debunkers to steer.
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I'm not a believer with stars in my eyes. It’s not the true skeptic I decry and despise. It’s all about ignorance that smothers the land. It's a pompous non-bravery against which I stand!
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...Afraid they may lose all their ill gotten gain? ...Afraid reputations earn tarnish and stain? Afraid, so expression is retro and literal; afraid of even a classical_liberal?
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Mr. and Ms. have programmed assumptions. The "left"... or the "right" are of similar compunction. This would explain our unreasoning fear; the better safe course for debunkers to steer.
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I'm not a believer with stars in my eyes. It’s not the true skeptic I decry and despise. It’s all about ignorance that smothers the land. It's a pompous non-bravery against which I stand!
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...Afraid they may lose all their ill gotten gain? ...Afraid reputations earn tarnish and stain? Afraid, so expression is retro and literal; afraid of even a classical_liberal?
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Yes something’s afoot in this grandest of lands, but *bunkies* contrive you to trust them; the plan. The evidence compels us to detailed suspicions, but unquestioned, still, are our tired *traditions*.
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...Like "Peruvian Rebels so conveniently dead". They were kind to their captives, had a *message* instead? YES! Indians are treated as bothersome criminals! They are stepped on, dismissed, in the manner of ANIMALS!
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...There’s something aloft, overhead, in our skies. There is in fact... ...something... before our own eyes. The evidence points from the hands of fine men... like Hynek, and Vallee, or Friedman, or Sitchin.
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But, still, *bunkies* smirk, and would, still, act all-wise! ...While the Earth slowly dwindles or withers and dies. They have their *big* dinners, and their cars have the gas; the rest of creation can just, flat, kiss their ass.
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...Like "Peruvian Rebels so conveniently dead". They were kind to their captives, had a *message* instead? YES! Indians are treated as bothersome criminals! They are stepped on, dismissed, in the manner of ANIMALS!
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...There’s something aloft, overhead, in our skies. There is in fact... ...something... before our own eyes. The evidence points from the hands of fine men... like Hynek, and Vallee, or Friedman, or Sitchin.
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But, still, *bunkies* smirk, and would, still, act all-wise! ...While the Earth slowly dwindles or withers and dies. They have their *big* dinners, and their cars have the gas; the rest of creation can just, flat, kiss their ass.
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They "worked" for their *stuff*, these corrosively reason. They dissemble they've weathered the *meanest* of seasons! They think it can’t be that their world's infested with beings they won’t see, and "not seen"? Uncontested!
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...And if one in a thousand, then he goes to college. This one in a thousand? He gets all the milage. One in a thousand, he’s got half the money; one in a thousand, only he's tasting honey.
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Though old Ollie North... so resplendent on C-SPAN. Deceiving the gullible with his suffering dead-pan. He brandished our "Paper" like a too shrill sonata, but he's trashed it with "drug deals," and "arms deals with Contras"!
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Debunkers distract with their valueless messages? With a wink and a smirk they punt petulant presages? They shuffle, or dodge, and avoid real deals? Their retorts, in reality: egregious appeals!
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"...Believe us, you need us, please, keep us in focus"!
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"...Believe us, you need us, please, keep us in focus"!
"Our 'prime propaganda' must determine your locus"!
"We are the lot with the most left to lose"! "
...So *God* has ordained that it's ~you~ we will USE"!
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They'll shove back their fears, shafted people will find. They'll mock our conundrums; they're deaf, dumb, and blind. They'll take their own "baseline," then fake time to pray, but not asking who’s paying... ...so they can still play!
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...One finds a new conscience—a treasure, their own. Revaling these monsters—perceiving they're boned!
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These but then ask themselves what can they spend—we're "rented" too cheaply, on monsters depend... these monsters feel nothing and wipe with our dollars, their insult's to fit you for tie, leash—or collar.
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...One finds a new conscience—a treasure, their own. Revaling these monsters—perceiving they're boned!
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These but then ask themselves what can they spend—we're "rented" too cheaply, on monsters depend... these monsters feel nothing and wipe with our dollars, their insult's to fit you for tie, leash—or collar.
www.AlienView.net
...Or noose... also in the mix of possible potentialities.
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And the good news is... that there is good news. Cast off that collar. Oh yes... There are consequences, but abuse is tolerable or not. Besides, "collarless" is not so bad. Heaven on Earth abides given we work a little harder to stay off each others ass (tolerance), cop to bullshit (insist on more of the truth), and admit, but don’t necessarily persecute, a mistake. Consider ... discovering that you were wrong about something is, STILL, a step up!
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Read some Sturgeon for the broad overview! Celebrate your imagination's length and breadth! Soar and cleave. Be brave. Be at the responsible center of your universe! Demand the justice around you that you expect everywhere else! If you don’t like what you see, change it as much as you are able ... just don’t give in too readily to the proclamations, posits, and postulates of the porcine and pompous pontificator or Rogue iRascible Rascal (scabrous slanderer Rich Reynolds for the uninitiated)! Crush those where they're found...
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Think for yourself! Ask why! Have the courage to say you're not convinced when you're not convinced at all! Don't be immediately hobbled by what even a named *scientist* says is impossible or what a *Doctor* says will cure you; be reminded of the millions of times they have been disastrously wrong... forget entirely the millions of times they have been right as irrelevant. That correctness was collateral to their real aim: to be in your pocket, and keep you alive long enough to maximize their profit. to be a successful parasite is their shrift. Science as it is practised in the 21st Century...
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Read some Sturgeon for the broad overview! Celebrate your imagination's length and breadth! Soar and cleave. Be brave. Be at the responsible center of your universe! Demand the justice around you that you expect everywhere else! If you don’t like what you see, change it as much as you are able ... just don’t give in too readily to the proclamations, posits, and postulates of the porcine and pompous pontificator or Rogue iRascible Rascal (scabrous slanderer Rich Reynolds for the uninitiated)! Crush those where they're found...
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Think for yourself! Ask why! Have the courage to say you're not convinced when you're not convinced at all! Don't be immediately hobbled by what even a named *scientist* says is impossible or what a *Doctor* says will cure you; be reminded of the millions of times they have been disastrously wrong... forget entirely the millions of times they have been right as irrelevant. That correctness was collateral to their real aim: to be in your pocket, and keep you alive long enough to maximize their profit. to be a successful parasite is their shrift. Science as it is practised in the 21st Century...
Take an alien's view as concrescence looms in graph lines measuring the existential going threateningly asymptotic!
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It’s happening where none of us think to look; it’s not what we think; too, that’s the kingdom here at hand! Watch James Burke (Connections!) and see how discarded dirty underwear in the 16th Century had to precede computers... (that's right!) ...as an example of what I’m talking about. Nothing is the way we think!
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At the same time it seems we humans are at our best when things are at their worst. We might start acting like it again.
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Remember! The responsibility for all of this is ~purely~ individual... and it is directed where the attention of authority directs its attention. That is you, reader.
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"It all comes down to you," as Joni Mitchell advised, lo these many years ago... "Down to you?It’s happening where none of us think to look; it’s not what we think; too, that’s the kingdom here at hand! Watch James Burke (Connections!) and see how discarded dirty underwear in the 16th Century had to precede computers... (that's right!) ...as an example of what I’m talking about. Nothing is the way we think!
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At the same time it seems we humans are at our best when things are at their worst. We might start acting like it again.
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Remember! The responsibility for all of this is ~purely~ individual... and it is directed where the attention of authority directs its attention. That is you, reader.
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Everything comes and goes
Marked by lovers and styles of clothes
Things that you held high
And told yourself were true
Lost or changing as the days come down to you
Down to you
Constant stranger
You're a kind person
You're a cold person too
It's down to you
It all comes down to you.
You go down to the pick up station
Craving warmth and beauty
You settle for less than fascination
A few drinks later you're not so choosy
When the closing lights strip off the shadows
On this strange new flesh you've found
Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf
You hurry
To the blackness
And the blankets
To lay down an impression
And your loneliness
In the morning there are lovers in the street
They look so high
You brush against a stranger
And you both apologize
Old friends seem indifferent
You must have brought that on
Old bonds have broken down
Love is gone
Ooh, love is gone
Written on your spirit this sad song
Love is gone
Everything comes and goes
Pleasure moves on too early
And trouble leaves too slow
Just when you're thinking
You've finally got it made
Bad news comes knocking
At your garden gate
Craving warmth and beauty
You settle for less than fascination
A few drinks later you're not so choosy
When the closing lights strip off the shadows
On this strange new flesh you've found
Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf
You hurry
To the blackness
And the blankets
To lay down an impression
And your loneliness
In the morning there are lovers in the street
They look so high
You brush against a stranger
And you both apologize
Old friends seem indifferent
You must have brought that on
Old bonds have broken down
Love is gone
Ooh, love is gone
Written on your spirit this sad song
Love is gone
Everything comes and goes
Pleasure moves on too early
And trouble leaves too slow
Just when you're thinking
You've finally got it made
Bad news comes knocking
At your garden gate
Knocking for you
Constant stranger
You're a brute-you're an angel
You can crawl-you can fly too
It's down to you
It all comes down to you
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