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I observe a night time vastness holding "heaven," friend, and "hell." These are the two potentials, plus the history made, as well... but not the one a cheat contrives to satisfy the "winners," and not the "social treatment" kind, nor that one from "born 'againners."
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History as it really was—Coolidge was a monster. History as it really was—religion? An impostor. History as it really was—the *poor* get bitter dealings. History as it really was—The truth? It has no meaning!
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Where is truth's fidelity in a system based on war. Where's the efficacious where the boldest lies implore. Where's it writ so clearly large "that money matters," much. See, we are sold a bill of goods... for psychopaths and such!
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Unjust manipulation is the fiber of our culture. The rules are made for bloody gold, and the *maker* apes a vulture. The *winner* wrote the words contrived to rake the booty in! He's always been the *victor*, mind, "a taker"... he who "wins."
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Some say it's entertainment that the masses always crave. Our Roman history's legacy, infotainment's latest craze? React to flash, and bored with facts, you grovel for sensation? Though, confronted with real HAPPENSTANCE, you feel a scared deflation?
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Distraction is preferred, I know, to copping to this truth, but you're disserved by ignorance! You're LIED to! What's the use? UFOs are ridiculed, derided, and disdained... DESPITE the work respected—trace evidence obtained!
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So ask me, "What's a trace case"? ...and I'll try to fill you in. It's something really left behind... by UFO's, my friend! A scorching of the earth, or such, even marks on human beings, it's proof of an anomaly one foolishly demeans!
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...See, if talking just ONE trace case, it should blow the whole thing up! For just one stinking trace case—bring whole cultures to a stop! For the solitary trace case, grind the whole mess to a halt! Be CERTAIN there are HUNDREDS! These preclude your use of "salt"!
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...But we're *not prone* to looking... blamed on "forecast implications"…? If your threatened summer/country homes might come to liquidation? If the loss of specious *dollars* is to turn uncaring eyes? Then please consume some fecal stuff, freak out, go mad, then die!
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I've heard it said that panic follows saucers in our skies! That millions would go "raving mad" for all to see them fly! "Suicide ... hit the ceiling"—and millions more would starve? Well, I just flat don't BUY it—not a ribbon, pot, or shard!
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Would we do this... if we found "folks"... ...who'd never used a spoon? Would we do it if we found a race of sentients on our moon? Too? I'm not impressed with those who fall (in light of strange new days); a truth of need's, inevitable... be it son or ME who pays!
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Culture gets away with murder, and we tolerate in it... ...what we crush out individually, so diminish bit by bit! On guard for serial murder when it's from the single person, but unmindful when "the system" does it, and it's done it ... to perversion!
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I'm just a soldier and a teacher and I've more than paid my end. I don't tax-cheat on my Uncle Sam, and I've been a loyal friend. I don't bully, I don't lie, and I give an even break; too, I speak my mind objectively... I'm on the level, not the make!
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I eschew the stunted bunkie who likes his "comfort" where it's static—where it's built to suit the boorish style of the "skeptical fanatic." Where one's "comfort" draws the lifeblood from the one who does without...? All the trappings of their "lesser" lives, then, mere booty for your "shout"?!
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It's rational that we are watched... use the postulates of Drake. Reported in our skies, I'm sure—reality's at stake! Traces HAVE been left—they go eschewed, unwatched ... unstudied, and the *pillars* of our culture? ...Non-disclosing, soiled, and bloodied!
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They know more than they're telling; we deserve their "contribution"! Some voice against complete collapse, or the people's retribution! I want a world truth aspired—though the "heavens" crack and fall! No longer hanging over me? So, I'll clearly hear her call.
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Whose voice? Why, the inner one of course—the only one of which I'm sure! I can't hear it in the clutter of your media's exhortations to burn and consume. I can't hear it in the frothing of your Pat Robertson, or Jerry Falwell... even the ineffable John Ventre ...that UFOs are agents of Satan…
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In fact, the more they froth and bubble that too convenient conjecture, the more I am convinced that the INVERSE must be true! It is these who ape capering demons and evil nixies, and not the inevitable ET. Nes't ce pas, Reader?
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I can't hear it in a general deafening silence; a silence un-punctuated by even an indirect or private exhortation for me to shut the f**k up—Well, except for that homocentric, filled with themselves, or murmuring few, and they've protested too much. Slanderously so!
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Hey, I'm not making any traditional apologies—just telling you what you'll see when you learn to *grow* again.
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To the few pieces of *hate* mail regarding my "negativity"—"Bother" said Pooh, and then lifted a cloth cheek to fart derisively! These thoroughly impacted persons miss the point!
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All of my expressions forcefully exhort the positive! That's your problem with it! And, besides which, if you are so inclined, you could pound sand up a well-prolapsed pore, by the freaking by!
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...But pause, instead, to hammer some of that mortar out of your otherwise flaccid rear, take a deep, cleansing breath, and then? PUSH!
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…Feels good to get the sand out, no? You have no idea...
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Go all the way! Have some nice, raw cruciferous "veggies" with the magic garlic vinaigrette, and REALLY clean yourself out. Now, when you go out and glance up at the sky, you can actually see what's in it! It's all there if you watch for it! To look is to see, see?
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...And there's stuff in it, boys and girls, stuff with length and breadth—stuff round, stuff firm, and stuff fully packed! "Stuff" indeed … stuff beyond dreams—yours or mine!
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...With regard to OTHER matters? With regard to the sub-popular but still Reviled, Risible, and Revolting Net Scum who can say what they damn well please (...beyond vile!) and remain unrepentant, unapologetic, unremorseful, to go entirely unpunished? These juice-sucking slime-ball low-brows who are without fidelity, a shred of constancy, define inconsistency, and are themselves perhaps, even what they would accuse? These rabidly feral yet cowardly weasels who whisper and smirk and are themselves a the sneered fecal smear they pretend to decry?
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...These are dead entities to me, scuttling roaches who only command enough attention from me to step on them in a compassionate attempt to put them out of their misery. I should just let my cat play with them. Hmmm...
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...Here kitty-kitty! Stay tuned. Restore John Ford
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