look now will you look at that felled brutally felled old testament and in his prime twenty-four near the forward line sliced down cynically scythed by a devious coward not surprising though for we should all know by now this is what they are all like each and every one of them but even in such a conflict there are rules.. writhing anguished on the unyielding ground in this furnace of the lighted edge his face contorted in the muddied slosh eyes watering  stinging from flares and smoke bombs the pain shoots like silver lightening up his spine.. and while prone and with little mob ..read more

  the diabolic empath feels your pain then informs you all this is mere illusion for life is but a game.. the diabolic empath informs you the other side is more real than real and we are only here on earth to play different roles for this earth is but a stage for this grand illusion and that is all this is.. the abuser the murderer the tyrant all are mere characters in this playground in this playground for the little children of creation to learn in the diabolic empath states again suffering is based on illusion for nothing is real or permanent.. and you chose this temporary existence ..read more

  ocean drop ocean the tree roots sip landed cloud as glossy dew on glass blade eye the observer the intertwining vibration connection lightly thrum resonating strings but what ocean drops ripple ocean without.. patterns sub-patterns overarch nuances colour trajectories harmonics reverberate totality quintessence of the highest or not stages sojourn horizons then can certain droplets lift entire waves to light or drown to dark.. the recursive kiss and throw for this dense realm we fling and wallop into this box of materiality compressed contained contoured almost contorted the crash ..read more

  like a torn and discarded mattress another spring has sprung mildew and mould glimmer neath the garlic clove-sclera sun.. weeds lean towards the waiting moonrise a broken fence snaps beneath me like crispbread but in the sweeping fuzz the traffic blinks firefly.. and.. and so what was it the singer in my dream.. what was it the singer in my dream said.. yes..i recall she whispered this is not only the dream it is you must remember what i say why do you think you are here here sat with me and listening so earnestly and intently and so at home in this place.. so softly her message rang ..read more

  amidst the slow-flowing rubber and steel and carbon two electric vehicles sloppily grazed a kiss two green drivers puce emerged and also soft-collided collided like two binliners of hot air on spindly legs both reeled seeing their dream-trolleys creased one driver remonstrated by pointing down the street while the other slowly tapped at his brow with his keyless keys.. a gaggle of teenage brats chemical-chicken wings-addled gawked and gargle-giggled like a pack of possessed hyenas machine-gun rabid laughter staccato peeled nearby plaster while the lolling lollipop lady took a tasteful ..read more

  genocidejoe has a heart.. satiating the hunger of trapped hundreds of thousands genocidejoe has casually ordered miltary-style aid-drops pallets with undersized parachutes lead-drop scavenging palestinians run run run towards then sprint away from other pallets plumb the depths for the sea to gorge on deep-dunking biscuits/ mineral water bottles adding salt to taste many thousands of food packets dive for soon-to-be occupied fish and as floating bandages and soaking sanitary towels bloat diarrhoea tablets dissolve and commingle with baby formula.. and this is only the beginning.. for ..read more

  not wearing away so much as melting of loving radiance earth mother weeps her emerald sapphire reflection auric amber burnishes.. not wearing away so much as melting her shocked gaze cast on the warlords their boots fill as blood spills and spills and spills.. not wearing away so much as melting let us acknowledge and reciprocate her open embrace recursive let us tend our tensile connections so tender for whose earth is our earth the here beyond ..read more

  and still the darkest magicians ripple the recursive light flung from prehistory preternaturally the master manipulators of timelines their masquerading refulgence generously dispenses fear-filled clemency higher knowledge slayed just so thus spiritual progress stymied the enlightenment-stunted brim fog-struck the taxidermied awe-stuffed.. our frequency range constrained expertly entrained perhaps for aeons many civilisations unnamed and entire planets of earth unacknowledged invisible gatekeepers forensically redact all that true history occulted and cast over us cursed dust-clouds of ..read more

  who am i nothing for it i must ask my a.i. hey a.i. who am i.. herd-human so sorry but as you have consumed all your a.i. privileges for this period your a.i. cannot answer for you at this time pray why not try asking your smart fridge.. hey smart fridge who am am i.. mister you are asking a smart fridge but as you are here for this why not partake of this piece of cheese for it might die soon you know even processed cheese in a temperature-controlled environment is not immortal.. hey smart fridge are you just trying to be cryptic that sounds suspiciously deep ..read more

  i am a man that breathes steam on bulletproof glass bulletproof coffee steam on bulletproof glass for i cannot help myself i must read the comments and their ripostes i cruise the msm and the carefully curated shadow-banned blogs.. every cohort the victim every other cohort the privileged so many privileged victims everywhere all the whataboutery brigades in full war mode they need revenge their unalloyed truth we must be told does the glass allow me to parry the missives after all thoughts are things thoughts are things.. every single day the same committed posters many of them bots ..read more