“The applications of our modern era have so many layers of listening devices, I wonder what parts are necessary to keep recording. I understand National Security protocol to a certain extent, but I have ascertained, to a certain degree, that we are selling our personal daily diaries of activities and records of our dialogue to […]Read More E.S.P Net-Work
“What did we do to end up here? This place, this unholy area that hides the truth from the public eye, how did this happen to us? What made my writing get my family and friends and I into a space that is out of touch with the way things used to be? I pushed […]Read More How did this start again?
Digging deeper finding truth for myself, I find that our social narrative is written by those connected deep in the web of being I see. The strings and waves are conducting electronic signals, and when I see something out of touch, I kinetically disable, and reconnect a stable, grounded focused point. The matrices, connect at […]Read More As usual; superficial or unofficial, not neither, not both
What do you got that I don’t have? What can we trade to get what I need? So you don’t mix me up with you, So I don’t forget who I am, so you don’t lose me ever again;What can we share to show off the value of friendship, what can I get out of […]Read More Masters of Trading Which for What.
Brush-strokes, and swipes, and marks and skids, tracks, sprays and displays of affection. Is this public or privately owned at all? Is my domain virtually indestructible and moving with my engine and its software? Is there a resonation that we need to tune into, and what makes this object so appropriately connected? I started writing […]Read More Composites
“Running around the ways I used to get used by, rubbing the bark off these trees with my rack, my antlers that certify my status as wild life, protected by the nation, the spirit of american dreams, the theta, not the beta, this is not the tutorial, this ain’t the trial version, this is the […]Read More Antlers from a buck.
“so there was once a trade known as gardening inn the land; this art form of cultivating food for the family, creating a peace treaty with nature so we may live in homeostasis, a balance know to quadrepeds who give birth through the canal of honoring the divine feminine while worshipping the sacred masculine. no, […]Read More gardening for the dust
“why did I hesitate to go, why did I stop to think about the hole in the plot? Everybody sees but ignores the elephant and I’m not really sure when I can say it’s over let’s move on with this. This, it starts over again cause our humble minds cannot comprehend the complexities of reality […]Read More yell and tell and tug and pull
“Who did what to where? When did this happen again? Questions are useless if I run out of material and if I can’t keep asking questions then what is the point of creating a mural? Why did you see this page as the position that was vertical enough to be printed upside down? This is […]Read More What about the Five Big Questions?
Slaying demons by night, sleighing daemons by knight shining lights in the dark places beyond comprehension. Flashing the dark forces that don’t know any better and telling them off so they don’t need to be there. Attracting guardian angels to lend me their wisdom of swords of Michael that defend us from the repetition of […]Read More Sleight of Hand-offs