He Saw These Timelines

Wanna start fresh.

New Davey Koresh.

But without his mesh wit

Authority.

Be da Davey, see.

That goes freely.

Maybe no kids shot.

ATF not bought by

Cristy Anne. With

Her new plan

To lengthen

The span of control.

That’s how we roll.

 

Don’t Stop Wit Dem Baby Steps

Squeeze in a rep here.

Don’t stop moving there.

People can’t see you in your

Underwear or it’s

Not called underwear.

But you maybe do not care.

You sits dare and

Oggles

Cause your goggles

Ain’t a tuned inta dare.

But dare you.

Push through.

You will find out dare…

That dare is no dare.

 

Laws In The State Of Obfuscation

You can lie a wee, wee bit.

But not too much.

You can say that there’s a Santa.

When there’s no such.

You can say that voting counts.

You can say as pressure mounts

That you never promised shit!

Had nothing to do with it!

If they don’t shaddapp you’ll quit!

Then get something

On the other guy.

Slap on ointment

And another fly.

Then let ’em cry

Foul!

Cause they’ll want to!

They’ll have to!

You let ’em!

Cry!

Foul!

 

Frayed Not

He heard that the world was ending.

Or at least his world was ending and

They’d be sending him out the room

The room where everything looks

Like this.

He could kiss this real

Goodbye and maybe try to

See this new real.

This really-real deal.

That leap plus yesterday leads here

T’was the future drawing near

As the present makes it clear

We are time colliders.

My God Goof, Use That Shame!

Ain’t wantin’ no shit from

No one’s mouth ‘cept

Inside my own head.

You hear whut I said?!

Voices?!

Slewfoot, you bastard!

I thought you wuz out there!

But your underwear and

Mine are the same size!

Same eyes!

Realized that

You are IN me!

Now I see

I gotta fight you from my heart!

Shoulda known this from the start…

Satanic Me, I stop you… like fart!

Pally, HOW GREAT THOU ART!!

Paul Ain’t The Real McCartney And I Ain’t The Real Me

Holy shit you can trade places!

Change faces!

Displace yourself!

No one will tell.

They’ll ask you

Are you well?

You wink cause

You won’t tell.

You’ve learned that

Shit don’t sell.

So, you cruise thru.

You being you.

As the you they knew

As you.

 

Heaven Is Hexagonal

Translucent walls, each with a door.

Cells of life with a live neighbor.

They swim thru space

Sometimes crashing.

Still can’t figure

Teeth a’ knashing

People bashing the

Hands of time saying

Turn back now!

Don’t care how! Just

Do it. Do it! Do it!

But, time won’t turn back.

Give it all your flack.

Time’s awatin’ in the hallway.

Livin’ It Up In The Hallway

See, existence ain’t just life and

To live is a part of existing.

Pick your room.

Enter woomb.

Big bam-boom!

You see soon but

Sheeoot!

What was it I was thinking?

Must be cause I’s drinking.

People round me winking.

Is this room just thinking?

I can wink out?

I can wink in?

But the real me’s in the hallway.

Outside, looking in.

Through that one way glass…

 

 

They Came. They Saw. They Took It Bloody ALL!

Tomato prices went through the roof.

Causa evil marijuana.

Liquor sales nearly went poof!

Causa evil marijuana.

You hada look harder for a bar fight.

Found yer car easy by daylight.

Where’sa big head in the morn, right?

Momma’s okay, she ain’t uptight.

Time a go back buddy

Got a light?

Ya, thinkin’ on it maybe you are right.

Marijuana IS evil.

(let’s call it cannabis…)

 

Contents: Cancer

He was a mind reader

When there weren’t one.

He baked shit

With no sun.

Shot shit.

With no gun.

He was some one.

In his own game.

It was not the same.

He was really playing.

From out there.

Past attention there’s no mention.

Of the penchant for games.

They’re one and the same

This here is: The Game.

 

Talking Senseemeelian

Squeek and scratch and point by ear.

They want you to go right here.

But they don’t say so.

So you don’t dare go.

Now that they know

Ya hear ’em.

 

 

Gweed

They came for the monay.

From the land of Milked and Phonay.

Didn’t gives two shits ’bout

Came before.

They ignore.

Open door.

They go around.

Their lies abound.

Plans unsound.

Don’t start from scratch.

They make their batch

Starting from millions.

Maybe zillions.

Not about you.

Not about me.

All about them.

All about gweed.

 

 

When It’s Bad Or Worse

He hit the haystack at fitty.

Like a soft brick wall.

Took one car length afore

Momentum stalled.

Kick-kick-kicked a door open.

Ass out hauled.

Told a future wife stay

Here and she avowed

‘Til death to us part! He said

I’ma go

‘N git the tractor!

I’ll come back fer!

Ya stay rat dare!

‘N off he went.

Another life spent.

Hittin’ at soft brick wall.

 

Swirlin’, Swirlin’, Into The Bowl Of Poop.

Dem plants, dey grow from

Da side not facin’

Da light.

Dey stretch away from

Da endless night.

No one to tell dem

Dey just do dis, aight?

And plants ain’t know no shit

Bout. No. Damn. Int’rest!

 

 

The Truth Will Set You REEEEEE!

T’was the night before Christmas.

If you are Christy Anne.

If you aren’t, then you’re pissed.

That the stores ain’t op-en.

But theny-then.

You remember that your shit

Could be mistaken.

Maybe Christmas and calendars

And high priced scarce data

Aren’t as real as portrayed

With a value near nada.

Still, they fool us and

Add dict us to shit they make up.

Then they pass around the hat and

The plate and the cup.

They say here is your real,

And we eat it up.

 

 

 

 

The Lord Swings Both Ways

God was a lazy son-a-bitch.

If he was manifested in Mitch.

Cause Mitch don’t give a shit.

He wants no piece of it.

He doesn’t even care what IT is.

But God, he just can’t do shit.

Lease, can’t do shit thru Mitch.

 

The Good Gland

Now I lay me down to sleep.

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

Cause mine don’t work

Like buddy the jerk

Who called me a troll

And that name’s toll

Sent me on a roll

That pushed my soul

Aside.

So me and buddy collide.

I tell him open your ass wide

I got some steel toed nines

That you’ll soon find

Change you mind

Gonna hoof some soul back inta ya.

This Ladder Won’t Be Climbed Via Rungs

It’s easy to get down.

You can jump.

Tougher to get up.

You can grunt.

Cause the ladder of life

Is bound by steps

That ain’t right.

None are straight or narrow.

Some look like a barrel

For shootin’ fish.

Or going splish!

Now hold your breath!

For there be death!

Swim hard both right

And left

Reach for the rim

Now grab the next step

On life’s ladder

After barrel.

They Got You By The Points!

She traded phones.

Married a data hog.

Not paying forty for three gigs

Cause the fucking nig nog

Can’t see that Wi-Fi hasn’t con

Ected his phone.

And now he’s slurping up

Data that dadda don’t own.

And he’s not alone!

People have no home!

But dey got dat phone…

Dat dey own.

Dats dey home!

See?

Deez ting is how you side track.

Dey fool you fass, git dair whole money back.

Dey say, buddy here, we can see dat you lack,

Disis dah ting whata hep fill at crack.

Gonna give yer Monay back.

You sittin’, settle back…

Gonna cutta some slack, budday.

Gotta cut dat slack!

Gigga whacky smack!

Who’s cuttin’ slack…?

Budday?!

Gigga whacky smack!

 

You Walk With The Devil Not Run From Him

Oh Satan, damn you!

Playing all these tricks.

Giving me these kicks…

Did you think I thought this was free?!

Hell no man, hell no man!

I’m here for the show man!

A show man? It’s Beelzebub, see?!

But don’t walk in front of him

He’ll trip you…

He will!

And he’ll cackle and shackle

And release that shrill

GOT YOU MAN!

KNOW I CAN!

DO AS I WILL!!

And shit, he was right,

He had free will bound tight.

It sucked through the day

But at night…

Ahhh…

Ya, don’t walk in front of him cause

Trip you, he will.

Walk beside him, hold his hand.

Don’t drink his swill.

 

 

Satan Admires Persistence If It Drives You To Drink

You should stop already.

There’s bad ahead of you.

It’s on you like shit to a blanket.

No need for you to crank it.

Just thank it and move aside.

Don’t you and it collide.

It brings the great divide.

Builds crevace twice as wide.

Makes folks wish they died.

Then they do it –

They go outside and

There, they see another road.

Another path.

They shake their head and

Tip their hat cause

Slewfoot has showed them the way.

 

When You Start Thinking About Microbes

God ain’t give a hoot about what you think.

God’s okay with you still being a fink.

She could give two shits if you drink.

Screw around on your husband.

Beat the hell out yo’ wife.

God don’t even think twice.

Ain’t saying naughty or nice.

God ain’t naming no price.

Give ’em shit, it’s your choice.

See, God’s got problems.

Just like you.

And some of them God

Don’t know what to do.

Ain’t enough shits to care about you, too.

How’s it like being bacteria?

 

Lucifer In My Genes

He had a devil of time getting

Into those pants.

See, she was married,

Living with her parents.

And mom and dad had a different way.

Wanted the chance to say okay or

No, if they had to, but she

Wouldn’t listen. She was

Nice on the outside but lay barely hidden was

A monster of gigantic strength.

Who’d no doubt go to any length.

And do anything, anything it takes.

Slash your throat, crack your eggs.

Bear hug anyone who dares to beg

To be let go.

Said HEY! LET GO!

But no, she won’t let go…

Beware The Witch Spotters

If your nose is hooked,

You’re a witch.

If you have a broom and an

Un-swept room,

You’re a witch.

Say you own a cauldron

And your hat’s an odd one,

You likely boil children and

You’re a witch.

You like to bake cookies?

Get kids to play hookies?

Then sneakily cook these?

You’re a witch.

If black is your color and

Your cackles smother any

Curious kids looking for mates,

Then you know damn well

You’re still under a spell an

It’s time to cook up some new treats…

 

First You Buy The Product, Then You Buy The Woman.

When salt breaks up

It’s a killer.

When mates collide

It’s a thriller.

But after that high.

When push leads to why?

Neither are drinking the water.

 

Attraction, Affection, Attachment: Call It Love!

She was angry.

Disgusted.

Wanted him busted in a

Thousand million pieces as

Hostilities increase he says

All this money on lawyers

Drawn out and quartered

They’re winning our fight but

Love turned to spite doesn’t care

Wrong from right.

It’s attracted, affected and attached

To it’s plight.

 

Beware The Virus Vector

Growling was the language she spoke and

Howling was how she repeated.

When she imparted your speaker didn’t speak.

When her hand’s up you stay seated.

You’ll get your turn to have your turn.

But it’s not now so maybe learn that and

Senior, please stay seated!

Elsewise you’ll be greeted,

With two evil eyes and a

Million whys…

Why is it you’re such an asshole?

 

 

Some Actors Do More Than Break A Leg

Luke, I am yer fahdah!

You can go to the movies or

The movies can come to you.

The movies don’t care which road they take

They just want to climb inside you.

They laugh.

You laugh.

They cry.

You cry.

They lie.

You buy.

Yay! You’re going to the movies…!

 

JFK – The Speech That Killed Him

 

 

The very word “secrecy” is repugnant in a free and open society; and we are as a people inherently and historically opposed to secret societies, to secret oaths and to secret proceedings. We decided long ago that the dangers of excessive and unwarranted concealment of pertinent facts far outweighed the dangers which are cited to justify it. Even today, there is little value in opposing the threat of a closed society by imitating its arbitrary restrictions. Even today, there is little value in insuring the survival of our nation if our traditions do not survive with it. And there is very grave danger that an announced need for increased security will be seized upon by those anxious to expand its meaning to the very limits of official censorship and concealment. That I do not intend to permit to the extent that it is in my control. And no official of my Administration, whether his rank is high or low, civilian or military, should interpret my words here tonight as an excuse to censor the news, to stifle dissent, to cover up our mistakes or to withhold from the press and the public the facts they deserve to know.

But I do ask every publisher, every editor, and every newsman in the nation to reexamine his own standards, and to recognize the nature of our country’s peril. In time of war, the government and the press have customarily joined in an effort based largely on self-discipline, to prevent unauthorized disclosures to the enemy. In time of “clear and present danger,” the courts have held that even the privileged rights of the First Amendment must yield to the public’s need for national security.
Today no war has been declared–and however fierce the struggle may be, it may never be declared in the traditional fashion. Our way of life is under attack. Those who make themselves our enemy are advancing around the globe. The survival of our friends is in danger. And yet no war has been declared, no borders have been crossed by marching troops, no missiles have been fired.
If the press is awaiting a declaration of war before it imposes the self-discipline of combat conditions, then I can only say that no war ever posed a greater threat to our security. If you are awaiting a finding of “clear and present danger,” then I can only say that the danger has never been more clear and its presence has never been more imminent.

It requires a change in outlook, a change in tactics, a change in missions–by the government, by the people, by every businessman or labor leader, and by every newspaper. For we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence–on infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead of free choice, on guerrillas by night instead of armies by day. It is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations.

Its preparations are concealed, not published. Its mistakes are buried, not headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed. It conducts the Cold War, in short, with a war-time discipline no democracy would ever hope or wish to match.Nevertheless, every democracy recognizes the necessary restraints of national security–and the question remains whether those restraints need to be more strictly observed if we are to oppose this kind of attack as well as outright invasion.
For the facts of the matter are that this nation’s foes have openly boasted of acquiring through our newspapers information they would otherwise hire agents to acquire through theft, bribery or espionage; that details of this nation’s covert preparations to counter the enemy’s covert operations have been available to every newspaper reader, friend and foe alike; that the size, the strength, the location and the nature of our forces and weapons, and our plans and strategy for their use, have all been pinpointed in the press and other news media to a degree sufficient to satisfy any foreign power; and that, in at least in one case, the publication of details concerning a secret mechanism whereby satellites were followed required its alteration at the expense of considerable time and money.
The newspapers which printed these stories were loyal, patriotic, responsible and well-meaning. Had we been engaged in open warfare, they undoubtedly would not have published such items. But in the absence of open warfare, they recognized only the tests of journalism and not the tests of national security. And my question tonight is whether additional tests should not now be adopted.

The question is for you alone to answer. No public official should answer it for you. No governmental plan should impose its restraints against your will. But I would be failing in my duty to the nation, in considering all of the responsibilities that we now bear and all of the means at hand to meet those responsibilities, if I did not commend this problem to your attention, and urge its thoughtful consideration.
On many earlier occasions, I have said–and your newspapers have constantly said–that these are times that appeal to every citizen’s sense of sacrifice and self-discipline. They call out to every citizen to weigh his rights and comforts against his obligations to the common good. I cannot now believe that those citizens who serve in the newspaper business consider themselves exempt from that appeal.

I have no intention of establishing a new Office of War Information to govern the flow of news. I am not suggesting any new forms of censorship or any new types of security classifications. I have no easy answer to the dilemma that I have posed, and would not seek to impose it if I had one. But I am asking the members of the newspaper profession and the industry in this country to reexamine their own responsibilities, to consider the degree and the nature of the present danger, and to heed the duty of self-restraint which that danger imposes upon us all.

Every newspaper now asks itself, with respect to every story: “Is it news?” All I suggest is that you add the question: “Is it in the interest of the national security?” And I hope that every group in America–unions and businessmen and public officials at every level– will ask the same question of their endeavors, and subject their actions to the same exacting tests.
And should the press of America consider and recommend the voluntary assumption of specific new steps or machinery, I can assure you that we will cooperate whole-heartedly with those recommendations.
Perhaps there will be no recommendations. Perhaps there is no answer to the dilemma faced by a free and open society in a cold and secret war. In times of peace, any discussion of this subject, and any action that results, are both painful and without precedent. But this is a time of peace and peril which knows no precedent in history.

It is the unprecedented nature of this challenge that also gives rise to your second obligation–an obligation which I share. And that is our obligation to inform and alert the American people–to make certain that they possess all the facts that they need, and understand them as well–the perils, the prospects, the purposes of our program and the choices that we face.

No President should fear public scrutiny of his program. For from that scrutiny comes understanding; and from that understanding comes support or opposition. And both are necessary. I am not asking your newspapers to support the Administration, but I am asking your help in the tremendous task of informing and alerting the American people. For I have complete confidence in the response and dedication of our citizens whenever they are fully informed.
I not only could not stifle controversy among your readers–I welcome it. This Administration intends to be candid about its errors; for as a wise man once said: “An error does not become a mistake until you refuse to correct it.” We intend to accept full responsibility for our errors; and we expect you to point them out when we miss them.

Without debate, without criticism, no Administration and no country can succeed–and no republic can survive. That is why the Athenian lawmaker Solon decreed it a crime for any citizen to shrink from controversy. And that is why our press was protected by the First Amendment– the only business in America specifically protected by the Constitution- -not primarily to amuse and entertain, not to emphasize the trivial and the sentimental, not to simply “give the public what it wants”–but to inform, to arouse, to reflect, to state our dangers and our opportunities, to indicate our crises and our choices, to lead, mold, educate and sometimes even anger public opinion.

This means greater coverage and analysis of international news–for it is no longer far away and foreign but close at hand and local. It means greater attention to improved understanding of the news as well as improved transmission. And it means, finally, that government at all levels, must meet its obligation to provide you with the fullest possible information outside the narrowest limits of national security–and we intend to do it.

It was early in the Seventeenth Century that Francis Bacon remarked on three recent inventions already transforming the world: the compass, gunpowder and the printing press. Now the links between the nations first forged by the compass have made us all citizens of the world, the hopes and threats of one becoming the hopes and threats of us all. In that one world’s efforts to live together, the evolution of gunpowder to its ultimate limit has warned mankind of the terrible consequences of failure.

And so it is to the printing press–to the recorder of man’s deeds, the keeper of his conscience, the courier of his news–that we look for strength and assistance, confident that with your help man will be what he was born to be: free and independent.

 

Transcript: https://wakeup-world.com/2011/05/20/jfks-speech-on-secret-societies/

No Shit Sherlock

Wiss out De Edge

Put this in the back of your mind.

If you have one…

Not a mind but a front or back.

Up or down. White or black.

How you gonna tell where the truth is at?

Fiction or fact?

Round earth or flat?

And what do you say when she says okay…

Do I look too fat in this dress?

You Have No Idea What You Don’t Care About

 

Who gives a shit about baby turtles?

Stupid little shells litter the beach…

Who gives two shits about a wee bitta graft?

And all of the oaths those freaks breach?

Who cares if voting’s fixed?

The lottery’s a sham?

Let ’em program me,

I don’t give a damn!

What if diamonds and oil and debt

As you’ll see,

Were as fakely invented as all currency?

What if sports were rigged?

Wars were jigged?

You were frigged

Outa of your earnings for no good reason?

Would you scratch your chin and hmmm?

Or would you exit the room

To leave that thought alone looming

At a now vacant event horizon?