Live by the sword and die by the sword. Legislate against the sword and man builds guns. Legislate against the gun and man builds? Are we not just more evil every step of the way? And where is there progress in that which is only used in fear and defense? Is progress the wrong order of the day at times? At times must we not protect thyself, thy family, ??? From what wilt most definitely be expeditious dispatchment? Live by the gun die by the gun? And so what is it indeed up next? Energy beams from heaven GPS sent you hold it in your hand? Am I not Spartacus again reborn? Lay down now these evil technological all watching all listening all knowing always present such devices and through our technology so we are truly now conditioned to that will of another's way!
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Sunday, June 5, 2016
I Am Program - Excerpt from my novel - MobiusTripz
I grew roots concerning my city I love but beyond my family and my country I feel my loyalty waning fast to anything else at all, as I observe personal pollution abundant and accountability for personal action at an absolute all time low! I think the lunatics may have indeed taken the asylum.
Smoke this, pop this, delete the people here, fuck them, take that we need it, I don't care about the laws... only about the moment because I'm now programmed to believe we are of short order as a Muslim could wipe me out in any instant. Is that not what they all want me to believe? Fuck... this Lyrica and weed is Trippy together but then this is all reality right? Right? So many know I stand for something, so many others don't know what! I'm confused too... I get I... it's hard to know... best stay in shape and get your ass prepared. It's coming. Oh yes, it's coming at us faster, faster, and did I say faster yet?
Reality... millions of miles per hour right in my face exploding like a bomb I cannot slow or diffuse to try to deal with more to help offer better outcomes.
I have a friend freaking out because he thinks his brother will cut him down with an SKS, another man, gay, was deleted by gangsters who injected him, which made short work, and then left him in his car to be found... yeah in his back seat of his car decade after being "got capped". If your thinking, " Is it him?", Yup... exactly the guy and those that need to know the truth already do. The culprits... well... lol... here we come now kids... you really want to play fucking games with us?
People dropping left and right from all kinds of od's. Legal weed, K2, heroin and laced heroin. I dated the cunt Stacy that sold the drugs with Ralph that my friend injected and died. I'm trying to help these issues but you can get lost down here and die too. It's been a tough thing to observe and even with so much intelligence little progress gets made. Why?
The days of college were a joke. The professor's told me as professionals their hands were tied. Well mine were not I knew what my mission was and the best ones never are an order from someone else are they! Hell no, they come from that voice within. The ghost in this machine. Me
Maybe everyone would count me out as an alcoholic or a drug addict but really my life make Johnny Depp's acting look like childs play, and I love that mam as an entertainer, few more talented... if even one... but my point is its real in here. We each reside down inside a different black hole. Does this data ever get erased? Can it always be retrieved? Did you see, or would you like to now, those sicktards at the theatre and how they each treated me. Maybe I deserved it too. Want to see?
At the island we discuss much and share intelligence often through many various means. Wine to you is an order to me,... I Am Program!
But I have to get super sharp now and lay down my youthful ways and offer up what's left in service as I feel so much like I am running down.
I was designed at a military academy in a lab long before what became known as my birthday. This life has been planned to be quite spectacular and pecuiluarly tragic too, often making Shakespeare seem as something my soul would have read as an adolescent.
(Excerpt from my book I'm working on, I Am Program)
Saturday, June 4, 2016
Playtime Casualties - Poetry / Lyric - MobiusTripz
A fantasy land to my own liking,
A prince am I,
Alone despised,
Out living on that edge,
As our country crumbles from within,
We our worst own enemy,
Amoungst a world mostly which,
Despised what it is we have become,
But never need to stay,
Rise up and take back the country,
Through peaceful minds,
Infiltrate through education,
As was done to we,
As we spin in the zone near,
The greatest propaganda machine,
The Nazis never evolved to this level,
Oh such technology.
Know that to in hands of evil,
Rests powers to delete,
With a keystroke,
From off the face of the blessed earth,
And you each from mankind memory.
I have to paint,
And make merry and music,
Too old for women now I yearn for youth,
On this cusp of insanity,
Hey my brother,
Come on over hear,
And share some tea with me,
Heal me from this diseased corpse,
Thus vessel,
Deliver me from my misery,
Lest alive I go to opiates,
under a tree where the waters will fall,
In the forest I'll sleep forever,
Perhaps not in thst side of victory!
Fight or give in,
Your offering all your freedoms away,
Sheeple to the grind,
Get use to thst groove,
A massive retiring generation,
This hurtful dong will long play,
Then cease,
Maybe all cured disease,
Our generation reaping rewards,
Loved ones lost making mist wars look like,
Playtime casualties.
Who is it delusional?,
And what of a wretch as l?
I'd like to see a future with a country of the people all equally powerful,
And words so trusted of a promising future could be spoken into my eyes,
Then I'd seal these lips, fade away,
At last my final demise!
Thrice - Poetry / Lyric - MobiusTripz
Thrice I've held out a hand to lift thee,
and thrice I'm so denied,
too often this happenstance repeated,
lies now take more lives.
Three,
A powerful number,
A three dimensional base,
A place of positive energy,
Three,
Forever etched in these words,
Upon your mind a mission now brother,
Power above all,
ability to remove plagues and miseries.
Three over a third,
this powerful ratio,
Nine parts now alike,
With strength as origin,
I offer unto thee,
To nourish well,
Divide with others,
And repeat such,
Common courtesy,
May all at once so flourish,
Bread so now we share and eat.
Let's rise above the fall,
Above the blackness a beam,
Through and now defracted,
I am Light,
I offer freedom,
I offer experience and wisdom,
And indeed some pain,
It's life we are living,
Many losses,
Through greed no gains.
The Trinity,
Father, son, spirit soul all one,
I am my father,
and to he his son.
Thrice !
I am a knight,
In the night,
I am a black knight,
Now swift in your sight,
Strangely now you see me clear,
All cloaked in white,
You succumb to my sabre your death,
You then see light,
Spirit free at last,
Up next if you were evil,
Your entire family,
In your mind already now your wife!
But if instead a new leaf in your life at long g last desired,
I'd leave you with visions of change within and nothing except to inspire.
We see everything that is done,
We examine the planet an organism profound,
We travel in seconds fast by leaps and bounds,
From the skies fast we fall angels towards the ground.
And forever what is right we ride through the night until that day that we each shall so definitely humblingly die,
At which point we return to that sacred place from where we came when we on high.
The Other Shoe Has Dropped - A Short Story - MobiusTripz
What is it that makes someone else so easily able to treat another person they appear to be close to so horribly wrong ?
How is it this can become a culture that is indeed formed and practiced and then found as acceptable in a professional environment or a social environment anywhere at all indeed?
Do we weakly offer them, the satist offenders, excuses they would not offer us if in the same predicament?... and let them to continue to steamroll all of us to have it their way?
Why do we tolerate such utterly blatant bullshit? Stand up and be loud and be heard as you state your case and give justice her voice so often mute, speak and state your case against another so loud and clear.
Or do we perhaps treat them in such a way as to make them feel overlooked themselves, taken for granted, and completely not cared a damn for ?... as made us feel have they ?
By this time mist mistreated individuals are boiling and steaming and cursing and stamping and picking up a head of steam of energy where they want to just rip a mother fucker's head right off his shoulders when they hear this voice and they see those wicked little pinpoint piercing black hole eyes of the wicked ones, and oh... yes...oh, trust me now they do indeed exist !!! As clear as a trip out upon high and you'd look back upon our city, these bastards do indeed exist all around ye now today for certain, as I watch a sentinel on that high I now do guard both day and night.
What are the scientific indicators for this type of sociopath or psychopath to be identifiable? And when so shall I dismiss this creature type mocking human and humane ways we of culture in our souls do so innately know.
These extinguishings are necessary to gain that upper hand where over our weakness we shall easily rise above by string had so unexpected and so easily shall never seen at once so overcome... we struck with wicked swift vengeance in the silence if the perfect night through the shadows and so many last breaths drawn without a noise... yes... Operation Pindrop was a staggering success with full deletion achieved of over 500,000,000 psychopaths... dangers to society by definition... fully and finally extinguished. We finally evolved to protect ourselves ahead of time able to envision the wickedness they had been all along building up to and we escaped with our freedom and now never had to fight again. No longer can breed what is no longer of the flesh in example to reproduce. The race was extinguished and our last and final threat defeated or ... what about ourselves? Certainly we could be good to one another as before Operation Pindrop.
Before Operation Pindrop we had a different outlook and philosophy and it was as if we were doomed in our DNA to be hard wired as passive but our logic and rationale was easily able to override that feature or flaw depending on your own point of view, and we proactively removed a threat permanently, once and for all and decisively may I add?
Sociologically speaking, is it acceptable to treat others (them treating us poorly) this way if one is deemed a psychopath/sociopath ??? ... even if not violent ???, When behaviors are non violent they are often overlooked behaviors and many would intuitively think at first glance these other purposefully executed acts would have zero impact equal to that of violence, and then we realize one day that nonviolent acts such as verbal abuse as an example but certainty not limited to this act alone are equally devastating.
Where in society does the sociopath and psychopath belong if identified early? Are they always so truly a threat of one form or another ... either overt or covert... ? Always scheming how to get over on others and remove what is in their own personal way with no regard of anything beyond the self? How do we define and quantify these threats, these humanoid Luke creatures of utter terror? These generic freaks !!!
They do incalculable damage everyday undermining others self worth and therefore all future production in a positive manner because they are highly manipulative and able to strong handedly use their skills to their own advantage as we all would, or can they control themselves and still choose to be represented as living a life of principles?
Are they CEO's of companies already running the show as they steam roll over everyone with ZERO capacity to give a shit because of genetics or are they the hated and feared criminals in our jails and prisons already?
What percentage of the population do you think is sociopathic/psychopathic?
If you think you are staring into the pinpoint pupil sinister eyes of one of these fucking mutants shoykd you have the right to advance the adrenalin thrusters and then deliver a fist full of knuckles across the jaw followed by the alternating handed and devastating upper cut of upper cuts that snuffs life with neck snapping precision ???
Are you tired of all the selfish egotistical @ssholes that are so self centered and only thinking about themselves all lost in their own digital debauchery ???
Credit thieves advancing careers and looking like the sharpest tac in the box while stealing so many others hard work and smiling for pictures and padding their resumes, simply facades to hide wickedness, with lies, upon thefts, oh such thieves.
And then the other shoe dropped !
Friday, June 3, 2016
Cage Rattlin' Cunt ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz
Digital Witch,
Human Glitch,
Waste... out you go you're shit!
There are many immature folks in this world who like to try and rattle cages,
just little children incompetent, helpless, and stuck in pathetic phases,
definitely never going to be our worlds' modern sought after sages,
remaining ignorantly inefficient, insufficient, and stuck cycling over and over again trying but never gaining flight from stages.
Closed minded,
left behind'ed,
tunnel blinded,
un-spined'ed.
There are many immature folks in this world who like to try and rattle cages,
just little children incompetent, helpless, and stuck in pathetic phases,
definitely never going to be our worlds' modern sought after sages,
remaining ignorantly inefficient, insufficient, and stuck cycling over and over again trying but never gaining flight from stages.
Executive Bitch,
Digital Witch,
Human Glitch,
Waste... out you go you're shit!
There are many immature folks in this world who like to try and rattle cages,
just little children incompetent, helpless, and stuck in pathetic phases,
definitely never going to be our worlds' modern sought after sages,
remaining ignorantly inefficient, insufficient, and stuck cycling over and over again trying but never gaining flight from stages.
Closed minded,
left behind'ed,
tunnel blinded,
un-spined'ed.
Closed minded,
left behind'ed,
tunnel blinded,
un-spined'ed.
My View from Here - An Expert of a Short Story - MobiusTripz
A channel is fuzzy but a picture is forming in your mind's eye... wait...reception... lock thrusters and universal coordinates ... dock here.
Then a character on screen offers a monologue... a... from the mind speech out loud as he sits ready... waiting...
...
"Tis not a place for anyone too long, what once was this lush earthly womb, our Eden. The rains once scantily came forth nourishing these plants yearly which unbenounced to us here to now have lived starving, barely able to offer seed for another generation, so weak... and we thought that was usual and normal until now... more recently. After Six weeks of relentless rains, the elephant ear is now three times my height and once for decades only ankle high, the rains all too often nigh. It never once was a third this height in a single season, we knew not so how they could thrive. And the trees! Just hard to believe the swelling prominence they were so different and unrecognizable, before almost completely either to death we thought thriving. But today...
This morning, more specifically, the water has finally covered the jungle like vegetation completely. The weather shifted so very fast and as usual the deniers were left behind I'll prepared, certainly not on purpose but because that's how survival of the fittest is and that's exactly how it's supposed to work.
The house on stilts we rest in and it's been days now since it touched upon that earth, and twelve more feet we raise and then set sail.
The allegory of the great flood repeats in cycles a million times over and it's always kind of the same."
The scene fades as his house rises above its pilings and becomes untethered and gets carried further away through spacetime.
Out here in space the remote works pretty well and I think I will change the channel and see what is happening over in Andromeda now. Tobifht I may even watch some "Friday Night Videos" !!! This new cable service rokks !!!