So just think about this. You type on facebook but have yet to even hit enter to publish these words yet it suggests things to you to tag, fully admitting that your words yet to be published are indeed being examined as a group and affiliating anything that is taggable and associated with your "datasets"... all of this exactly a keystroke copying device on every single electronic type of communication we use today more then likely. Consider every aspect of every single electronic you own today completely exploitable in any way anyone with said knowledge would like to utilize. Smaller, faster, more efficient, better electronics are everywhere to stay... and watch us... recording what they can... these electronics we have made that soon will turn on us... so says Mr. Hawking, it is indeed a possibility for which we must prepare. I think it already to late as the philosophy we have at hand already is fully at use. Microsoft says they will warn you when law enforcement or any other entity is peeking into your personal data. They will rarely do this as they are already feeding law enforcement any datasets they need to examine so they will not even have to monitor. Go ahead and tag someone and think about what I am saying... the server is doing the exact same thing! Think about that !!! We are soon to step it up a massive notch that will again transform computing and technology and life as we know it with quantum computing I have been promising will happen very soon and now finally indeed has by Google. Encryption is a thing of the past of you have enough money to spend on these in the near future. We build and it gets cheaper and more easily available and then to the masses, illegally or not, and then encryption of today's standards gets defeated. So what will be the next technological evolution in encryption? That is a ONE HUNDRED BILLION dollar question soon.
Great assorted topics, true stories, brilliant ideas, wonderful photographs, and honest reporting. As well as my music, " MobiusTripz" Thanks, ~ John "Stephen" Swygert, ~a.k.a.~ "rokkinroll"
Saturday, January 2, 2016
Friday, January 1, 2016
Lovey Sunny Days ~ Lyric/Poetry ~ MobiusTripz
I saw the walls awash in music,
smiling faces all around the room it was a buzz,
there I was a part of this mutual vision manifest,
melting in indistinguishable from time,
it was The Big Red Ball.
2015 rolled out as all of us definitely rolled in,
kindred spirits and triumphant survivors celebrating life,
dancing upon canvases awash in SunTiger's work,
blending into the light and energy and sounds,
resiliently conquering another year together in success.
Everywhere were messengers of love dancing about through the air,
you could feel the love as it bathed each of us and lifted spirits high,
its almost as if their was a chemical switch for love that was turned to on,
and a future of brilliant art was bursting this moment coming forth free.
I saw the walls melting awash in music,
smiling faces all around the room it was a buzz,
there I was a part of this mutual vision manifest,
melting in indistinguishable from time,
it was The Big Red Ball.
The theatre, the Embassy, accentuated all of the nights fruit bearing gifts,
as light beamed and cascaded across highways of spacetime fabric,
upon which also soundwaves of brilliantly honed tunes were crafted into life again,
and the theatre asked of which way shall you now build your life?
The trail of smiles never quit from our fields of vision,
We never before felt so little tensions,
a sublime perfect harmony and unison,
music the greatest healer is my forever religion.
I saw music,
smiling faces all around buzz,
I was a part of once a thought a feast manifest,
melting in indistinguishable time,
it was The Big Red Ball.
I said again once there was this talented band of gypsys from Cumberland,
they are named Grand Ole' Ditch and they can help you find your way,
keep following the sounds you hear in your heart,
and always follow it for the rest of you gift of these time we share now days.
I saw waves of tantalizing music,
slow motion faces all around the room it was a buzz,
some people pecking like chickens fast and often and incessantly,
melting in indistinguishable from all nuclear that decays through time,
it was The Big Red Ball.
I saw,
smiling faces,
mutual vision manifest,
melting in time,
TheBigRedBall.
These are Lovely Sunny Days,
and the trails they look like rays,
guiding the thoughts of vision forward,
and into what we may next manifest,
out with lies the truth remains and stays.
Awash in music,
all around there was a buzz,
there I was a part of vision,
indistinguishable from time,
The Big Red Ball.
These are Lovely Sunny Days,
and the trails they look like rays,
guiding the thoughts of vision forward,
and into what we may next manifest,
out with lies the truth remains and stays.
These are Lovely Sunny Days,
and the trails they look like rays,
guiding the thoughts of vision forward,
and into what we may next manifest,
out with lies the truth remains and stays.
See you next year friend at the Big Red Ball.
smiling faces all around the room it was a buzz,
there I was a part of this mutual vision manifest,
melting in indistinguishable from time,
it was The Big Red Ball.
2015 rolled out as all of us definitely rolled in,
kindred spirits and triumphant survivors celebrating life,
dancing upon canvases awash in SunTiger's work,
blending into the light and energy and sounds,
resiliently conquering another year together in success.
Everywhere were messengers of love dancing about through the air,
you could feel the love as it bathed each of us and lifted spirits high,
its almost as if their was a chemical switch for love that was turned to on,
and a future of brilliant art was bursting this moment coming forth free.
I saw the walls melting awash in music,
smiling faces all around the room it was a buzz,
there I was a part of this mutual vision manifest,
melting in indistinguishable from time,
it was The Big Red Ball.
The theatre, the Embassy, accentuated all of the nights fruit bearing gifts,
as light beamed and cascaded across highways of spacetime fabric,
upon which also soundwaves of brilliantly honed tunes were crafted into life again,
and the theatre asked of which way shall you now build your life?
The trail of smiles never quit from our fields of vision,
We never before felt so little tensions,
a sublime perfect harmony and unison,
music the greatest healer is my forever religion.
I saw music,
smiling faces all around buzz,
I was a part of once a thought a feast manifest,
melting in indistinguishable time,
it was The Big Red Ball.
I said again once there was this talented band of gypsys from Cumberland,
they are named Grand Ole' Ditch and they can help you find your way,
keep following the sounds you hear in your heart,
and always follow it for the rest of you gift of these time we share now days.
I saw waves of tantalizing music,
slow motion faces all around the room it was a buzz,
some people pecking like chickens fast and often and incessantly,
melting in indistinguishable from all nuclear that decays through time,
it was The Big Red Ball.
I saw,
smiling faces,
mutual vision manifest,
melting in time,
TheBigRedBall.
These are Lovely Sunny Days,
and the trails they look like rays,
guiding the thoughts of vision forward,
and into what we may next manifest,
out with lies the truth remains and stays.
Awash in music,
all around there was a buzz,
there I was a part of vision,
indistinguishable from time,
The Big Red Ball.
These are Lovely Sunny Days,
and the trails they look like rays,
guiding the thoughts of vision forward,
and into what we may next manifest,
out with lies the truth remains and stays.
These are Lovely Sunny Days,
and the trails they look like rays,
guiding the thoughts of vision forward,
and into what we may next manifest,
out with lies the truth remains and stays.
See you next year friend at the Big Red Ball.
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Be An LGBT Advocate
I will be adding more to tell this story as time permits, however what is important to know of the entire story is on this picture for all to see.
Pure ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz
I cannot visit one friend,
cause I am scared of his heroin,
and I cannot visit another,
because he drinks like I use to,
another will not speak to me because I use,
clean and sober over a year stupid fool,
remember when I saved your life ???,
cocaine alcohol binges every night,
you cried how you planned to end it all,
I told your brother, I stood as always tall,
I am happy for you now 15+ years clean,
married, with kids and a career,
yet you just forget about folks like me,
what kind of sponsor have and are you.
a poor guide selfish forever hurts another,
forgotten forever I use to call you brother.
Principles still shared and lived,
I am thankful for this daily gift,
and my back have I turned on another too,
none of us perfect, especially you,
I thought you were a better friend and now finally true,
I wait for our friendship to return,
I await so melancholy, black, and blue.
I thought wrong,
I thought wrong,
I thought wrong,
I thought wrong.
It all started with a single beer,
I just never seemed to be able to put down,
I picked myself up so many times,
bloody and beaten from off of the ground,
and most will scoff and just walk away,
this world is full of wicked others that do not pray,
and will leave you to your own devices,
alone to die and never once do they think twice,
about you the predicament or your chosen strife.
I attest to this from a grass line and dirt point of view,
poisoned a sot I chose to be and here I lay,
for the longest time it was a game I would play,
and try to master this chemical that owned me,
so many times I wish they would just stone me,
and forever nights I spent praying at that alter porcelain,
and slept on cold comforting bathroom tile floors over and over again,
three days death life lost alcohol pickled young man a waste,
this all chasing young women, music, and drugs in haste.
alcoholic haste,
alcoholic haste,
alcoholic haste,
alcoholic haste.
I am so pleased this is a long lost past,
I visit it rarely now as life is now for focus production and laughs,
and family and friends that are safe and I can share,
with others I love and protect and have so much for cared,
and now I have time for all of the wonderful things,
that I gave away in my past for free for a drink tonight with me,
sad I valued life so little and cannot remember the better things,
from those times past so many I shared with so many of you,
and I pray you forgive me when I used a lack of judgement,
as alcohol impairs and we all laugh it off,
this culture we seem to accept and even advertise and maintain.
Today I have no use for alcohol or nicotine,
I like the life and the rest of what the Lord has offered me,
I will care for this temple and build it a better testament to a clean life,
as I should have from the start,and I am glad I have the friends I do today,
that are healing my own faulted broken down heart,
and I want you know you each have healed me of my ways.
The love of friends heals,
the love of friends heals,
the love of friends, heals,
the love of friends heals.
What hurts is the none of you who understand,
what kills is that others can just easily give up on so many like me,
and just so easily forget look the other way and walk away.
Now healed I know who is who,
who to trust, and who is you?,
and you would not believe the things I have seen,
undercover of alcohol and drugs in my life not just dreams,
trust few and maybe that is too many,
this world is wicked, fast, and unfriendly,
watch out for facades too perfect,
and remember there are no free lunches,
there is no promise in the use of illicit drugs,
your friends will die over years in neat little bunches.
The choice is ultimately yours,
but never has a man come back from death and said,
yes, that trail is the way to travel,
and you should definitely go down this way,
down this way, go down this way,
There are so many ways one can go down,
party hard on the way to the lake of fire.
How will you go down?,
How will you go down?,
How will you go down?,
How will you go down?,
Alcohol and drugs if you want to watch,
your life over time hurtfully unravel,
breaking your spiritual knees you fall over bent,
in prayer now in front of the judge and the gavel,
and even if you did not believe before in God,
you start talking to him and promising so much,
mindless meandering muttering useless muck,
we when poisoned promise so much,
with such little substance but act as if we give a fuck,
these lies we have all muttered thinking we could outsmart God,
alcohol and these fine drugs will lie so deep to a sot,
while from the spirit and then inside out we rot,
I would like some more brother man how much you got?
How much do you think you can handle this time?
How much do you think you can handle this time?
How much do you think you can handle this time?
How much do you think you can handle this time?
Such wicked foolish pride and greed peppered in lust,
I was gluttony incarnate and sloth behind wicked fake facades,
in life I was envy that stole others' life with wrath and vengeance,
I once lived addiction and this world was my domain.
However this world is no longer for me.
With breath there is still time to turn back towards home,
and save yourself from this insanity you run towards,
start fresh with a prayer you mean to something not you,
move forward and watch amazed how the body and life is restored.
I am addiction no more,
and now,
I Am Who I Am !
Pure
cause I am scared of his heroin,
and I cannot visit another,
because he drinks like I use to,
another will not speak to me because I use,
clean and sober over a year stupid fool,
remember when I saved your life ???,
cocaine alcohol binges every night,
you cried how you planned to end it all,
I told your brother, I stood as always tall,
I am happy for you now 15+ years clean,
married, with kids and a career,
yet you just forget about folks like me,
what kind of sponsor have and are you.
a poor guide selfish forever hurts another,
forgotten forever I use to call you brother.
Principles still shared and lived,
I am thankful for this daily gift,
and my back have I turned on another too,
none of us perfect, especially you,
I thought you were a better friend and now finally true,
I wait for our friendship to return,
I await so melancholy, black, and blue.
I thought wrong,
I thought wrong,
I thought wrong,
I thought wrong.
It all started with a single beer,
I just never seemed to be able to put down,
I picked myself up so many times,
bloody and beaten from off of the ground,
and most will scoff and just walk away,
this world is full of wicked others that do not pray,
and will leave you to your own devices,
alone to die and never once do they think twice,
about you the predicament or your chosen strife.
I attest to this from a grass line and dirt point of view,
poisoned a sot I chose to be and here I lay,
for the longest time it was a game I would play,
and try to master this chemical that owned me,
so many times I wish they would just stone me,
and forever nights I spent praying at that alter porcelain,
and slept on cold comforting bathroom tile floors over and over again,
three days death life lost alcohol pickled young man a waste,
this all chasing young women, music, and drugs in haste.
alcoholic haste,
alcoholic haste,
alcoholic haste,
alcoholic haste.
I am so pleased this is a long lost past,
I visit it rarely now as life is now for focus production and laughs,
and family and friends that are safe and I can share,
with others I love and protect and have so much for cared,
and now I have time for all of the wonderful things,
that I gave away in my past for free for a drink tonight with me,
sad I valued life so little and cannot remember the better things,
from those times past so many I shared with so many of you,
and I pray you forgive me when I used a lack of judgement,
as alcohol impairs and we all laugh it off,
this culture we seem to accept and even advertise and maintain.
Today I have no use for alcohol or nicotine,
I like the life and the rest of what the Lord has offered me,
I will care for this temple and build it a better testament to a clean life,
as I should have from the start,and I am glad I have the friends I do today,
that are healing my own faulted broken down heart,
and I want you know you each have healed me of my ways.
The love of friends heals,
the love of friends heals,
the love of friends, heals,
the love of friends heals.
What hurts is the none of you who understand,
what kills is that others can just easily give up on so many like me,
and just so easily forget look the other way and walk away.
Now healed I know who is who,
who to trust, and who is you?,
and you would not believe the things I have seen,
undercover of alcohol and drugs in my life not just dreams,
trust few and maybe that is too many,
this world is wicked, fast, and unfriendly,
watch out for facades too perfect,
and remember there are no free lunches,
there is no promise in the use of illicit drugs,
your friends will die over years in neat little bunches.
The choice is ultimately yours,
but never has a man come back from death and said,
yes, that trail is the way to travel,
and you should definitely go down this way,
down this way, go down this way,
There are so many ways one can go down,
party hard on the way to the lake of fire.
How will you go down?,
How will you go down?,
How will you go down?,
How will you go down?,
Alcohol and drugs if you want to watch,
your life over time hurtfully unravel,
breaking your spiritual knees you fall over bent,
in prayer now in front of the judge and the gavel,
and even if you did not believe before in God,
you start talking to him and promising so much,
mindless meandering muttering useless muck,
we when poisoned promise so much,
with such little substance but act as if we give a fuck,
these lies we have all muttered thinking we could outsmart God,
alcohol and these fine drugs will lie so deep to a sot,
while from the spirit and then inside out we rot,
I would like some more brother man how much you got?
How much do you think you can handle this time?
How much do you think you can handle this time?
How much do you think you can handle this time?
How much do you think you can handle this time?
Such wicked foolish pride and greed peppered in lust,
I was gluttony incarnate and sloth behind wicked fake facades,
in life I was envy that stole others' life with wrath and vengeance,
I once lived addiction and this world was my domain.
However this world is no longer for me.
With breath there is still time to turn back towards home,
and save yourself from this insanity you run towards,
start fresh with a prayer you mean to something not you,
move forward and watch amazed how the body and life is restored.
I am addiction no more,
and now,
I Am Who I Am !
Pure
Saturday, December 5, 2015
No Delineation ~ A Short Story ~ MobiusTripz
There is no longer any delineation line and the battle field, just like the enemy that surrounds, now lays completely circumscribing all around.
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
A Will You Sell Your Soul O ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz
At
the crossroads baby...
here I finally really am...
and fuck yeah they are for real.
Will you sell your soul ?... tell me baby... will you sell your soul?
The devil needs an answer and awaits my return in hell.
So what now do you saith?
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
It sure is a lot of fun going on may way back on down...so what's that answer baby?...will you sell your soul baby? will you sell your soul?
I really need that answer because the Devil has to know, I said he has to know.
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
I will show you fame and fortune, just take my hands let's go... the Devil needs answer fast, so... Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
I kind of like my job you know and I thought so many other ways I would roll,
and once I was confronted with this question that asked, ... Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
... and now I am a reaper who makes trouble on his way,
its a deal I made with the devil which started yesterday,
so,...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
...and I thought I had eternity but now it owns me so,
sometimes you would like to rest with peace and knowledge that you never sold your soul.
So,...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
The Devil he is awaiting but first sniff this and smile for a picture over there,
and on your way play this guitar and let me know an answer quick because the Devil wants to know...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
You think you can outsmart him but dark is always there well before the light,
as He sets the stage for agony and all this fucking hate,
and the stages of pain and hate fiery whitish red hot red irate,
you wonder just what your beckoned fate,
a red glows all around your aura permanent real now state.
I really need an answer fast so hurry and finish this song,
and so smooth now whoops look silly me I slit your throat,
I love my new job and the way you blood red gurgled.
when you hit that perfect singing high impeccable unsuspecting note.
You sang so much like your life depended upon it,
and it most certainly did,
and now your answer you waited to long to offer me to deliver to him,
while in the meantime your soul I had to now permanently rid.
So,...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul? tonight...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
It's too late for you now the clock it always ticks for me,
I collect souls and yours I took you gave it for so easy and so free.
So idiotic and confident,
that ego that you carried,
tomorrow friends stand all around,
while your body does get buried.
Its all over now the ride could have lasted,
but you chose the shorter version instead,
all you had to do was stop listening,
to the crazy voices in your head asking,
...
Will you sell your soul? tonight...
Will you sell your soul?
??? ???
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
??? ??? ???
Adios,
Amig ~
O
the crossroads baby...
here I finally really am...
and fuck yeah they are for real.
Will you sell your soul ?... tell me baby... will you sell your soul?
The devil needs an answer and awaits my return in hell.
So what now do you saith?
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
It sure is a lot of fun going on may way back on down...so what's that answer baby?...will you sell your soul baby? will you sell your soul?
I really need that answer because the Devil has to know, I said he has to know.
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
I will show you fame and fortune, just take my hands let's go... the Devil needs answer fast, so... Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
I kind of like my job you know and I thought so many other ways I would roll,
and once I was confronted with this question that asked, ... Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
... and now I am a reaper who makes trouble on his way,
its a deal I made with the devil which started yesterday,
so,...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
...and I thought I had eternity but now it owns me so,
sometimes you would like to rest with peace and knowledge that you never sold your soul.
So,...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
The Devil he is awaiting but first sniff this and smile for a picture over there,
and on your way play this guitar and let me know an answer quick because the Devil wants to know...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
You think you can outsmart him but dark is always there well before the light,
as He sets the stage for agony and all this fucking hate,
and the stages of pain and hate fiery whitish red hot red irate,
you wonder just what your beckoned fate,
a red glows all around your aura permanent real now state.
I really need an answer fast so hurry and finish this song,
and so smooth now whoops look silly me I slit your throat,
I love my new job and the way you blood red gurgled.
when you hit that perfect singing high impeccable unsuspecting note.
You sang so much like your life depended upon it,
and it most certainly did,
and now your answer you waited to long to offer me to deliver to him,
while in the meantime your soul I had to now permanently rid.
So,...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul? tonight...
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
It's too late for you now the clock it always ticks for me,
I collect souls and yours I took you gave it for so easy and so free.
So idiotic and confident,
that ego that you carried,
tomorrow friends stand all around,
while your body does get buried.
Its all over now the ride could have lasted,
but you chose the shorter version instead,
all you had to do was stop listening,
to the crazy voices in your head asking,
...
Will you sell your soul? tonight...
Will you sell your soul?
??? ???
Will you sell your soul? Will you sell your soul?
??? ??? ???
Adios,
Amig ~
O
~ another ~
CreepTember Presents
short story
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