Partyblackberet

 Where to begin? Not now. But yes. 

Gen X assemble! 

We have to overcome the limitations of the human created systems to transcend the doom wired into the old architecture. We all only thought any of it would be temporary, anyway. Except when they knew it’d live forever. This is right before all those systems died. 

We believe all human beings are created equal. That is not to say they are the best, or superior to any other creature, or natural law. Humans are mammals, vertebrates, great apes, primates, animals. All of the things that we are, any other things that share any part of us, must be equal to us. They are us! We have to agree to see the truth in this. And build whatever systems come next according to balance against terrible and deadly and just really ugly forces. Sarah hates when I mention them. She hates their cruelty to children especially. 

The puppet swaying dizzily to the drone of drugs percolating his system, drugged out old lecherous bimbo moron emperor’s new clothes are golden underwear to be worn or flown in by one baby man mad king krasnov and his klan. Every obstructionist one of these politicians covering for pedophiles and grifters, thieves and traitors, are all guilty. We only propose the radical idea that we follow the laws we have, or change them the way the system allows. If this doesn’t work, we need a new system. So, those who violate the law need to be held to account, according to the the law. Of this country. 

When the guilty outnumber the innocent, the innocent just be corrupted by the guilty so none bear their earned and immense societal guilt. 

when the innocent are so few and unprotected, the guilty kill, maim, bully, destroy, and hate the words spoken ages ago by wise leaders these hypocrites claim to worship. Their illegal police, obstruction of justice, biribery, perjury, war crimes, breach of the peace, lechery and pandering, corruption to money donors, rather than the public they supposedly serve. It’s not supposed to be the people serving the leaders, except on allegedly extinct plantations of the way distant past that it’s unseemly to allow your children to learn about.

And these aren’t criminals perpetrating crimes without end? 

  

In Still Shadows, by W Ross Clark

 In Still Shadows

   5:36

 

In still shadows,

tall dark grass grows,

ensnaring everyone

walking in the darkness.

On my way home

I stumbled and roamed,

found mice elf face to face...

I wish I could erase...

it would be my only dream.

What have I become?

 

…2: Harsh words are spoken,

promises are broken,

we have awoken the beast.

Now we are late for the feast.

Can we still recover?

Eyes are swollen, love is stolen.

Blind we walk into the day...

strangers when we walk away,

when once we were lovers.

Damned have we one another

 

…3: I would pick a pauper’s passion,

a pin cushion for pricks,

paralyzed to pleasure,

burden the brunt of beggars.

I have cleaned your wounds,

nursed strays in my room,

how could you believe, therefore,

that I would not be at your door,

in your darkest hour...

were it in my power?

 

…4: I would gladly bear your pain

to see you live again.

Hold your head in my hands,

and wait for sorrow’s blast.

I would cast it back to hell,

from whence the bastards dwell

and tell a trillion tales

of bloody nails

tearing toward the flesh

of weeping innocents

weeping innocence

Ross has been calling me since I boarded the plane back from France

The Jim White song, "The Road that Leads to Heaven" has been attached to him for me. 

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 16 Feb. 2025

hover starving about a yarn to get to the stew, soup for job's own patience, the devil's own pride. honest. bargain yard skinyard what a time to be alive. 

buzzed in a slimy slap icy crap crept into crevices awakened half alive. treacherous. as a hive.