And All the Night Skies

Apologetic Spent Checks

2016-02-17T01:00:00.001-05:00

It's a glass fire. The edge waited pompously for us to throw our ambitions over. The landing of them crackled and sparked like fresh poplar leaves. Crystalline structure failed and recomposed, flames hueing of red and purples. Assumptions had left meaningless, empty wells that the trickled-down tears had no choice but to dry up upon. They said we could be anything. The imposters lined the side-streets of bohemian decay and washed-out artistry. Openness and compassion, a dry wastegate, only rushing forth when times are bleakest and never allowing enough. They had lied. As disappointment took hold, we braced for impact. Pieces of paper described the waning, the failure, the tragedy. Soft petals now crushed into soil. Speaking scenes of gnarled, wicked metal now a burning heap. Speeds incalculable. Clouds parting. Lens flare. The clarity was too bright to withstand. Like a sullen star, all draped in flowers and backdrops, gives woe thought to the ancient spires of old. The pillars creaked with the weight of it. As this melting sun obliterated knowledge, the raised glass from sand bludgeoned the skyline.

Marmoe

2016-02-15T07:52:00.001-05:00

We followed our pillowcase tendons. A sudden appearing drought upon air. As if to say thou knowest me not. Here, here supple friend. These piercing sighs pittering, pattering; drawn out stares one might otherwise leave slightly fallen. Aye, says I.

For the better of us is often crooked. Foul shades leaping from mirror to mirror, forgetting its intention on the plane. Coloring reds and yellows into the belly of us. And even so...the mild child's eyes. Bright, weary, aged, unsullied. Speak with but a whisper they say. However, the ocean never refused a shout. One cannot hear themselves yelling into that abyssal sepulcur.

Us and Them

2015-09-01T01:33:00.001-04:00

We are all just scared little animals. Some growing wise, some not. In this era, intelligence is mocked and displays of arrogance and outspokenness are rewarded. The contents of critical thinking never applied to them.

And with gumdrop eyes.... Smiling at the term agreements, buying unneeded status items to stroke undeveloped egos. The last of us peddling our lives away. Faces of humility and desperation carried us off.

Then some sank into the salt. Drying up, dilapidating like a house left to the wilds. We watch them slither among the streets and concreted footpaths with doubt in their eyes and sand in their veins. To soak in the waters of the Earth, to breath blue fires into hearts. The darkness took us all. Blank and obvious, we were the oil-touched ships of a dying generation whose bad seeds and stuttering amnesia signaled fires to the passerby's contemplative sonder.

Shamed Gold

2015-08-27T16:03:00.001-04:00

Like pedaling with no hands, calm assures me. Deceitful tin encasing copper grins. The fellows by street lamps speak a tear to me and the shame knowest them not.

Sad hours seem long, as do the days climbing rocks with no rope and washing mud from skin. Trees glancing wind shields through locks long forgotten. However, vanity still swoons like some old friend run-in at a coffee shop. Acquainted, yet not endeared. And as those words shiver from me like beads of water off leaves, so too gone are the syphoning of mirror-looks.

Prologue to an Epilogue

2015-08-15T02:09:00.001-04:00

It was the afternoon of a Friday I had decided to die. I had repeated my vows to the Earth as it smiled more sneeringly than the moon. There were no more sinking ships to save. No more bills left unpaid or debts to settle. No more potential to squander. Now just simple principles standing erect on an open plain, I open my eyes to the reality of my glory. Personal though it may be, I was tired of wasting the hours. The only thing worth saving at this point would be someone else.

Sooner

2014-10-06T02:56:00.002-04:00

You grow from the inside. Sharpness crisp with the after-thoughts of lost wonder. You'll fall. Outpouring intellect of twisted misconception and desperate candor. Names of the unknown fitted on loosed lips like taciturn gloves shielding warmth. Shall the wine dance, we dissolve willfully. Placid smiles swimming endings. You’ll roar. Dead shade carrying body to kerosene paramount. Half-way drowned, the last of you floats to absolution. Sheeted, drastic notions whittling deeds forgotten. Brood no longer. Petty nothingness. Faded unchanged. I’ll wish I had witnessed sooner so stars could kiss our toes. The sky will tear us from the ground stealing our dreams, but we shall have them all to ourselves.

Speechless Edition - What Dreams May Come

2014-10-03T10:41:00.001-04:00

Speechless Edition - What Dreams May Come from Crowe on Vimeo.

A first in a new series once a week. Edited films with as much speech removed as possible and effective music. Let the story take you away. Words are just symbols.

Understand.

2013-06-29T19:16:00.004-04:00

In defense of the stoned. To alter consciousness is to defamiliarize oneself. Dissociated from habitual ways of thinking, listening, and reading, the stoned are often rendered vulnerable and open to strange ideas.

To experience this video or song in an altered state is to experience the flavored meanings of sound and images. The habits of sober states sometimes white-wash meaning------dismissing strangeness and creativity.

----August Wissmath

Leafers

2012-03-23T23:41:00.000-04:00

We left the city to watch the leaves rain, touching hands and laughing hysterics. It's some backward contention. Your press for harmonics. A hurt doubt offering some godspeed. I loved your damage. I burned your heart. You will never see this face again... We will all be barren of emotion. A blank mutation exchanged immutable. The colors of trees were a palette for melancholy as we sat among the horizon golden. And you had not read these words. And you had not blessed this sin. And you had not lost your mind yet. I only wish I could remember.

A Lack of Over-eventful Evenings

2011-12-25T17:56:00.001-05:00

It's a black fade. Sheepish dark. Loving embrace.
And I forgot who you were.

It was only one dream and we blew the stars away from our memory, stripped bare cold, and hated good-byes.
All we wanted was love; twisted smile, bearing satisfaction as if that was nothing to ask for.
Touching my self-indulgence from a cigarette.

You bloom the obvious lights. Blame misfortune and high kings for such interpreted gestures. And we can't all become saints. This barren land won't hold water anymore. So islands are the last of us and all minds are stained. Hively, they chose viciously. Consciousness was the only option. One by one, we become one.

The Wounder

2011-10-05T20:22:00.001-04:00

Shrapnel built of verb knives cuts veins readily worn on my sleeve.
Dwindled to my last, keeping my eyes down, averting wildly to the back of eyelids.
And it was.....and it was my death of a thousand.

Walking back to the seas of formidable woes.
Clasping loud to the east of wanting to leave.
We can go. We can go to the death of a thousand.

"It's so old, he is lost." said the wounder of wines.
A sentimental tricked into living the locust.
She is gone. She has gone with the death of a thousand.

As we kiss, blades slice, leaving parts uncooked.
It's easy to dance with these broken toes.
If a thousand are gone then we're one in a million.
Fall together in love, drinking in the pavilion.
We are sworn, sworn to wrap arms and hold tightly.
Breach the mess, you can tear up, I can easily drown you.
Evil swung, I tripped, made it look like a knockdown.
In the car, we sleep, freezing black to your toes.
Your pure. Yet, no purer to the wounder.

Postings of a Young Life - Ep. 2

2011-10-03T06:50:00.000-04:00

Ex-lover.

2011-10-02T10:14:00.000-04:00

Incomplete and by comparison a shabby decoy for my dream.
I saw you walk the stairs,
Wandering with aim dancing in strides toward my bed.
Coals are the palms meant for comfort upon my back.
My laughter ceased amidst the brush of locks from my face.
Heavy chemicals taking course to pinnacles I had forgotten.
You had dressed blatant, a wise regard to a false security.
You who knew nothing of true loss.
I saw you held in salt water,
your own tears, a saline disgust.
The wash of make-up, an unwelcome deliberate twist of my disenchantment.
Glass emotion. Glass heart. Glass brow.
So your road be paved and withered under your sinned heels.
Mine, a deep monochrome pumping this dilapidated soul.
Bitter torment to the contemned happiness unreachable.

Postings of a Young Life - Ep. 1 Knoxville, A Car Accident, and the Former Love

2011-09-23T16:42:00.000-04:00

This is from 2005. It includes why not to do air duster, a car wreck in the rain into a tree, 2 former girlfriends, day trips to Knoxville twice, and other assorted crap. I also suck at cutting video. So.......awesome.

Steady-Winged Acetone

2011-09-20T20:11:00.000-04:00

Charred whiskey slid like pedals to the floor.
My eyes gloss and stomach beckoned.
I cripple to the temptation.
Less suddenly becomes more and the light becomes too bright.
Pinching the synapse, clasping the short glass,
I make shortcomings with dreamed rememberings.
I study the tape and steal belongings which were mine to begin with.
The books misled to facts scoured to the ashen leaves.
And we continued our self-worth burning a pyre to the tempered glass.
The label had hid the noxious liquid's strength.
I had laughed with seasons of scores written to the gestures of rain drops.
We touched the eye lids of skies wanting snow upon our fields.
I, then, touching my torch once again to the salt water,
Swallow yet another faltered vague fantasy.
Promising entirely to swallow me empty.

<(^_^)>

A trip back to high school

2011-09-18T08:28:00.001-04:00

Something I threw together during my younger times....

Kissing Through Glass

2011-09-18T05:04:00.003-04:00

The shelf life was enough to make you sick. Expiration considering mentionables. The smell of soap in your hair stood at the forefront of lasting impressions. I would walk away from this one briskly. Clasping sweaty dollars in my pocket, writhing at thoughts of meditation. I stare into the moon, walk into the ocean, and forgot why I breathed. After the waves subsided, ripples tickled my toes, dripping wet. Swinging necklaces over prisms, figuring the distance to the nearest star, I'll never see you like they did. And you just may never see me at all...

Wednesday, 02 February 2011

Laughing like Hell....

2011-09-18T05:03:00.003-04:00

I had selfishly calculated interest into the thing I had loved the most. Then I turn around and sail from it on a boat with wings, smiling placidly with glazed eyes.

In this ditch I lose myself. Not looking just leaping. The risk involved, nill. There can be no yes's.

I cannot define the moment of breakage. Simple gestures and aspects of myself which tear this paper plane. A paper plane wet with indifference and dismality. My darkness consumes, yet I self-destruct with a smile like an atomic bomb. The dark night is beauty and I have always been an owl. No denial to answer to.

And my heart becomes weak. Lymph nodes swell with the molds of leaves. Lungs blocked restricting the winds. And we all have a picnic in this thunderstorm. It is equal and true. The scrapes are for iodine and the drinking for alcohol.

You may have caught the glint of perception from this wave; however, this beast is golden, immune, and discrete. Just like your thoughts. Your secrets. Your depravity.

These days are a wet shining leaf, absolved of petty cares. Blinking shall suffice.

There is a greater plan at work here.

Life can't be so serious if no one makes it out alive anyway.

May 21, 2009

A Handle You've Worn

2011-09-18T05:02:00.003-04:00

I'll take my collapsible wings somewhere else
I had never seen a rainbow such as this
Mechanical filth in sulfuric acid screaming in metallic bliss.
But these were not the cries of death, yet of shame
a flowering forth of foul nectar, and necessity of such.
We could piss on our shirts for unbreakable rope, and
we would only bore a hole-hulled vessel heading towards destruction.
A last glimpse of hope in a fiery land cast towards death.

"Why grow old?", she said.

"Because the fungus permits it so." I replied.

And we lifted our heavy feet over dew-laden grass,
gulps of orange juice leaving a stout tart on our lips.
For this was much easier than explaining these failed ironies,
Accepting our own lost greatness, fall from space. Court the darkness.
Where in we formerly could escape, but now becomes our tomb.

So now the energy is devoid, we've compromised for dark energy.
A shade heavier than it's translucency would derive.

We are all empty and full at some points.

Dec 17, 2008

The Sour and the Sweet

2011-09-18T05:01:00.003-04:00

It's not growing up that hurts, it's losing the connections you had when you were young that burn the very core of your understanding, and perspective of the world, requiring you to mature to an absurd and sometimes unhappy level.

I wish I were ignorant to the facts.

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The gloom and gold has subsided.
She wiped her hair from her eyes.
A simple exchange of blood and dye.
A scissor cut to your paper burn.
As the daisies will have you for breakfast.
I want to run into someone like a wall of gum.
Stuck, unhindered in my pretense for adoration.
For only one person to understand these words.
Where do my intellect-seeking inhibitions end?
It must be easy for some who are blind.
For it to seem like what I say does not matter.
The blind cannot see the words, simply feel the bumps.
I'll cut that part out lobotomy style.
So that the next may have me ignorant and blissful.
Analytical behavior stand for a curse as much as an upper hand.
Only actions may explain it's wrath.

^_^

Sep 22, 2008

I want you

2011-09-18T05:01:00.000-04:00

Some crisp involuntary notion.
And you would kiss my fingers with smiles.
I have all of the world to give to you.
But I've never seen you glancing.
I could ask and hope and then it's not sacred.
But then maybe my love hasn't been until now.
I had scarred myself and broken my own bones,
and the hole is now filled with fresh dirt and sunflowers.
I let the little bugs come outside.

And if I only got to kiss you once,
it meant I was smiling.
That the sycamores would never dry.
That you are the apple of my eye, and then?
Well, I let the little bugs come outside.
Deep, and over, and out, I let them.
They are my lawyers. And my kisses my handcuffs.
I want you in custody too.
And your orange-flavored lips can be mine.

Aug 18, 2008

Everything is It's Wrong Place

2011-09-18T05:00:00.000-04:00

I'm good now. I mean for real. Life is a great thing.

I'm over myself, but not under the table.

I'm looking forward to the taste of red wine.

You are invited.

Let's fucking make a ruckus and catch some fireflies.

The discarded past is a remnant of reflection wading in the waters of pious debachauery. Yet, I shall discard it. Perhaps most with it, but a few. For why else? It's the only way I'll ever be able to live sanely. And if you REALLY know me, then I think you know what I mean. Apathy is a cold strangle of sad drunks, and addicted musicians. It is needed at times, and it can become comfortable, maybe even too comfortable. But the majority of the time, it's simply smothering and restless. Like a plastic bag choking dolphins, and I was just screeching, writhing in the water, thinking "maybe if I move the right way...."

And thats bullshit. Like most of everything maybe. But it's what I've come to. Because it's true. Like the good advice I brush off, it is utterly true.

Like the crime of addiction. The crime of love. The crime of obsession.

The pathetic details should never overwrite the inauspicious ends. Fuck the details. They bring discretion at too high a level, and confuse the very fabric of what is important to you. It all seems so simple sometimes, like you can place the point at which these details became important, but the truth is it's much harder. The details can become anything, and the extent to which you will rectify them is astounding. All too abolish insecurities which are healthy. Which are normal. Which make you even give a fuck. And when you disregard those, you become a king of narcissism. The very pinnacle of self-obsessed ass. Perhaps my own perspective is biased, but I know that these things ARE true. It is simple fear at the root of it. No blame-shift. No 2nd chances. Just a sweet kiss goodbye to the wrong-doings of your former self; Or, that which you'd like to be, but are maybe just on your way.

Let's create. Maybe we can forget or just choose not to remember. Because the ends are a much better thing to remember. Too fucking sweet for anything else to matter as much.

^_^

Jun 30, 2008

And it was all half-smiles

2011-09-18T04:58:00.003-04:00

All terrapins were choking me,
the soft gallant return to individuality.
We did not see the stars that night,
the synapse-based paint flooded our perception;
a flowing merely glowing with resonance.
As if shafts of prism-light held us into the air,
great hands for reaching nebulae.

Gold, perhaps, I could scrounge.
As if desire held no price.
A weak Thursday apparent and unseen.
We could forget our names and swallow fireflies
on hills of abalone and wheat.

I can go to sleep, but only when you break glass,
and steer the fraudulant scavengers to foul fare.
Crisp apples were the taking of our enjoyment.
The cloud, the daisy, and the firestorm.
You only die once and live but a few times.
So she spoke trapped in lenses.
Amid the bridled king of addictions.
And you shall see all half-smiles.
Subordinate rulers are the others in loathesome.

Jun 23, 2008

Open your fucking eyes.

2011-09-18T04:55:00.000-04:00

On the ever-turning point of the government internally fucking you, I have
more upsetting certainities.

A myth is an idea that while widely believed, is false. In a deeper sense, in
the religious sense, a myth serves as an orienting and mobilizing story for a
people. The focus is not on the story's reality, but it's function. A story
cannot function, unless it is believed to be true in the community or the nation.

It is not a matter of debate, if some people have the bad taste to raise the
question of the truth of the sacred story, the keepers of the faith do not enter
into debate with them, they ignore them or denounce them as blasphemers.

We know that the men who were the supposed "hi-jackers"on 9/11 had their
houses, cars, and credit cards paid for by the U.S. government. In truth, they
were agents. The core of each of the twin towers were made of 47 massive steel
columns, if the floors had broken loose from them, the core would have still been
standing. The creators of the bulding claim it could have withstood 4 to 7
Boeing 747 strikes. The only explanation which would explain a building falling
at "free-fall" speed, are explosions. In controlled demolitions, the core beams
are cut at an angle, to produce a simultaneous drop of walls and "core" material.

The beams of the twin towers are ALL cut at angles. There were massive pools of
metal found all around the columns. You see, 6 weeks after the drop of the
towers, there were still hotspots documented over 2000 degrees, thats 500 degrees
hotter than even jet fuel burns. The official reports include nothing about
molten pools of metal.

Through Electron Microscope analysis of the melted WTC Steel & the Iron-rich
Microspheresin in the dust, Dr. Jones found exact traces of not only the 'Thermite'
explosive compound, but, due to the high sulfur content, "Thermate" - a patended
brand of thermite used in the demolition industry.

They covered up the 7 Trade Center building falling.

Building 7 has the tell-tale 'crink' in the middle of the building as it fell,
marking that one of the support columns had been dropped, in order not not damage
the buildings around it. The 9/11 commission report implicitly admitted that it
could not explain what happened to this building, by not even mentioning it.

Page 172 of the 9/11 commission: "The U.S. government has not been able to
determine the origin of the money used for the 9/11 attacks. Ultimately, the
questions is little practical significance."

It is of massive consequence. Doesn't it matter who paid for 9/11?

When Bush and Cheney met with the 9/11 Commission, they did so only on their own
terms:

The appeared together, they were not under oath, no press or family
members were allowed to attend, no recording of any kind was allowed, and no
transcript was allowed.

There is literally nothing in the 9/11 report that the Bush Administration did
not approve of.

We can understand, therefore, that the administration, would have ignored all the
evidence that would have pointed to the truth. That 9/11 was a false flag
operation intended to authorize the doctrines and funds needed for a new level of
imperial mobilization.

Nearly all terror suspects are released without charges....but thats after they
make the front page for you to see.

Ted Gunderson - Former FBI Chief of LA, Dallas, and Memphis operations:

"The CIA is done is this country, look at what they done to us. Look at all the
terrorist acts that have occurred, the CIA behind most if not all of them. We had
the marine barracks, we had our embassy in Kenya, we had Pan-Am - 103, we had the
U.S.S. Cole, we had Oklahoma City, and we had the World Trade Center in 1993.

The informant, a 43-year-old Egyptian army officer, was given the assignment to
put the bomb together (WTC 1993); And he went to his supervisor, his FBI
supervisor, and said "We're gonna put a dummy-bomb in there right?" and the FBI
supervisor said "NO! We're going to put a real bomb in there." He was paid 1
million for his services. Unfortunately for them, only 6 people were killed. Not
enough to pass legislation (anti-terror legislation), so what happened was, a
short time later, down comes Oklahoma City, 168 people killed. One year later,
the anti-terror legislation, which takes away many of our constitutional rights
and civil liberties, is passed. And when I think about how many Americans were
killed in New York, and believing as I do that this think was a set up job, this
is a text-book operation that Nazis used, and they've used it over and over and
over again. America has been suckered in one more time."

The Truth

Criminal elements within the U.S. government staged a "False Flag" Terror Attack
on it own citizens, in order to manipulate public perception into supporting it's
agenda. They have been doing this for years. 9/11 was an inside job.

Since Sept. 11th:

Military spending has increased by 100 billion a year in the U.S.

Nearly all the Bill of Rights have been subverted.

Two "Preemptive" Wars killing over (800,000) civilians have been waged.

....and that is just the beginning.

A fear campaign has been inaugurated.

"The world is governed by different personages from what is imagined by those who
are not behind the scenes."

       -Benjamin Dislaeli - English statesmen 1844

"The real truth of the matter is that a financial element in the large centers
has owned the government since the days of Andrew Jackson."

   - Franklin D Roosevelt - U.S. President 1933

Value of a dollar

What is a central bank?

A central bank is a bank that produces the currency of an entire nation.

Essentially there are two specific powers inherent in central banking - the
control of interest rates and the control of money supply (inflation). The
central bank does not simply supply a country's economy with money, it loans it
to them at interest. Then through the use of increasing and decreasing the
supply of money, the central bank regulates the value of the currency being
issued. It is critical to understand that the entire structure of this system
can only produce one thing - DEBT. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure
that out.

For every single dollar produced by the central bank is loaned, at interest, that
means every single dollar produced is actually the dollar plus a certain
percentage of this dollar immediately in debt. That means that the central bank
has a monopoly over the production of the currency for the entire country, and
they loan each dollar out with immediate debt attached to it.

Where does the money to pay for the debt come from?

It can only come from the central bank again, which means that the central bank
has to perpetually increase it's money supply to temporarily cover the
outstanding debt created, which in turn, since that new money is loaned out at
even more interest, creates more debt. The end result of this system, without
fail, is slavery, for it is impossible for the government and thus the public to
ever come out of the self-generating debt. The founding fathers of this country
were well aware of this.

"I believe banking institutions are more dangerous than standing armies...If the
American people ever allow banks to control the issue of currency...the banks and
corporations that will grow up around them will deprive the people of their
property until their children wake up homeless on the continent their fathers
conquered."

    -Thomas Jefferson 1734-1826

The Federal Reserve Act was written by bankers not lawmen. Woodrow Wilson agreed
to sign the act just before becoming president, in exchange for campaign support.

Later he wrote in regret:

"Our great industrial nation is controlled by a system of credit. Our system of
credit is privately concentrated. The growth of our nation, therefore, and all
our activities are in the hands of a few men...who necessarily, by very reason of
their own limitations, chill and check and destroy genuine economic freedom.

We have come to one of the worst ruled, on of the most completely controlled and
dominated governments in the civilized world - no government by free opinion, no
longer a government by conviction and the vote of the majority, but a government
by the opinion and the duress of small groups of dominant men."

    -Woodrow Wilson

Louis McFadden also expressed his concern shortly after the bill was passed:

"A world banking system was being set up here....A superstate controlled by
international bankers....acting together to enslave the world for their own
pleasure. The FED has usurped the government."

    -Louis McFadden

Now, the public was told that the federal reserve system was an economic
stabilizer, and that inflation and economic crises were a thing of the past. But
I think as we've seen this is most certainly false. The fact is, the
international bankers now have a stream-lined machine with which to expand their
personal ambitions.

They caused the depression, by increasing money supply, then calling in thousands
of loans. This created panic.

"Under the federal reserve act, panics are scientifically created. The present
panic is the first scientifically created one, worked out as we figure a
mathematical equation."

    -Charles Lindberg

Margin Loans were the path to the first depression. These were loans that could
be called in at any time, and must be paid within 24 hours. This resulted in a
Margin Call, and the typical result of a margin call, was the selling of the
stock purchased with the loan. These cause massive panic in the market, which
cause call-ins on margin loans in mass. This enabled conspiring national bankers
to not only buy up smaller banks at a discount, but to also buy whole
corporations at pennies of a dollar. It was the greatest robbery in American
history. But that didn't stop there. Rather than increase the money supply
which would recover from this economic collapse, the FED actually contracted it,
fueling one of the largest depressions in history.

Once again Louis McFadden, congressman and great opposer of the banking cartels
outraged in defiance:

"It was a carefully contrived occurrence. International bankers sought to bring
about a condition of despair, so that they might emerge the rulers of us all."

Now, deciding to even further their strangle-hold on money, the federal bankers
decided to remove the gold standard, but to do this, they needed to require the
remaining gold in the system. So under the pretense of "helping to end the
depression", came a 1933 gold seizure, under the threat of imprisonment for 10
years, everyone in America was required to turn in all gold bullion to the
treasury, essentially robbing the public of what little wealth they had left.

And in 1933 the gold standard was abolished. If you look at a dollar bill before
1933, it says, it is redeemable in gold. You look at a dollar bill today, it says
it is legal TENDER. Which means it is backed by absolutely nothing. It is
worthless paper. The ONLY thing which gives our money, is how much of it is in
circulation, therefore, the power to regulate the money supply is also the power
to regulate it's value. Which is also the power to bring entire economies to
their knees.

"Give me control of a nation's money supply, and I care not who makes the laws."

    -Mayor Amschiel Rothschild, Founder of Rothschild Banking Dynasty

It's important to clearly understand, that the Federal Reserve, is a private
corporation. It's about as federal, as Federal Express. It makes it's own
policies and is virtually no regulation by the U.S. government. It is a private
bank, that loans all the currency at interest to the government. Completely
consistent with the fraudulent banking model the country sought to escape from in
the Revolutionary War.

Now lets remember the Federal Income Tax. It's worthwhile to point out that the
American public's ignorance to the Federal Income Tax is a testament to how
dumbed down and oblivious the American population really is.

First of all, the Federal Income Tax, is completely unconstitutional, as it is a
DIRECT, UNAPPORTIONED tax. All direct taxes must be apportioned, to be legal,
according to the constitution. Secondly, the minimum number of states in order
to ratify the amendment, was never met. This has even been cited at modern
court cases. Third, on average 25% of a workers pay is taken via this tax. And
guess where that money goes?! It goes to pay the interest, on the currency being
produced by the fraudulent Federal Reserve Bank. A system that does not have to
exist at all.

The money you make, working almost 3 months out of the year, goes almost
literally into the pockets of the international bankers who own the private
Federal Reserve bank.

And fourth, even with the fraudulent government claim as to the legality of the
income tax, there is literally no statute, no law in existence, which requires
you to pay.

The income tax is nothing less, than the enslavement of the entire country.
WWI cost 30 billion to America, all borrowed from the Federal Reserve Bank at
interest. This resulted in a marginally high profit to international bankers.

Pearl harbor was known about. As we've seen, nothing is more profitable to
international bankers, than war.

Important Fact: Nazi Germany's war effort was due possible to I.G. Farben, they
produced over 84% of Germany's explosives and even the ZYCLON B used in the
concentration camps. One of the unspoken partners of I.G. Farben was J.D.
Rockefellers U.S. Standard Oil Company in America, in fact the German air force
could not operate without a special additive patented by Rockefeller's Standard
Oil.

The Union Banding Corp. of New York City also financed numerous aspects to
Hitler's rise to power along with actual materials during the war.   Guess who
the president of the bank was at that time? Prescott Bush, our current
president's grandfather. Keep that in mind when considering the moral and
economic decisions of the Bush family.

The sinking of the PT boats at the start of the Vietnam war, was a completely
staged event in order to get us into it. Many officers have come forward since
then and said plainly it was "a contrived farce". A complete lie.
The war went on so long, because it was never meant to be won, just sustained.

War for profit.

So where are we now?

9/11 was no different than a staged war-pretext in order to initiate one no
different, than the sinking of the Lusitania in WW1, the provoking of Pearl
Harbor, And The Gulf of Tonkin Ly. In fact if it weren't a pretext for war, it
would be an exception to the rule. It has been used to launch two illegal,
unprovoked wars, one against Iraq, and one against Afghanistan. However, 9/11 was
also the pretext of another war, the war against you.

The Patriot Act, Homeland Security, The Military Tribunals Act, and other
legislations are all completely and entirely designed to destroy your civil
liberties and limit your ability to fight back against what is coming. Read the
Patriot Act and tell me what it says?

A lot can happen to you just under the 'hunch' of you being a 'terrorist'. There
is a whole hospital in Europe even, where they cater to nothing but American
torture victims.

If you think this is something new, lets remind ourselves of how history repeats
itself. Hitler staged a 'False Flag' attack on his own building, burning it down
and saying it was an act by communist terrorists. After that he passed a bill,
completely eradicating the German constitution, destroying peoples liberties. He
then led a series of pre-emptive wars, all justified to the Germany people as
necessary to maintaining HOMELAND SECURITY.

"An evil exists that threatens every man, woman, and child of this great nation.
We must take steps to ensure our domestic scurity and protect our homeland."

George W. Bush?

No.

Adolf Hitler - when announcing the Gestapo to the people

It's time to wake up.

The people in power go out of their way to make sure that you are perpetually
misled and manipulated. The majority's perception of reality, especially in the
political arena, is not their own. It is shrewdly imposed upon them without them
even knowing it. For example. most Americans think the invasion of Iraq is going
badly. But what the public doesn't see is that de-stabilization of Iraq is
exactly what the government wants. This war is to be sustained. So the region
can be divided up, domination of the oil maintained, continual profits reaped for
the defense contractors, and most importantly, permanent military bases
established, to be used as a launching platform against other oil-bearing,
non-conforming countries, such as Iran and Syria.

You know I can't do it for you. I can sit here and type for hours. You won't
listen to me. I am no one. Watch the movie "Zeitgeist". Watch the move "Network" from 1976. Let it show you what you don't want to believe. I'm off. I tried to tell you. Learn. GET MAD!!!!!!!!!

You'd better wake up and understand that there are people guiding your life and
you don't even realize it.

There are even open border policies that you don't even know about. Canada, Mexico, and the United States are all one country now. If you don't know what this is, You just wasted all of your time reading this.

^_^

Jun. 15, 2008

Why your Abercrombie will KILL you

2011-09-18T04:53:00.003-04:00

It seems I’ve always known when you say yes, but never when to say no.

As is solving the ever-undemystifiable problem of the incomplete self, would
yield answers.

These days, it’s easy for someone to die and for us to put someone in a grave and
thats it.

Former man would ’understand the dead’, as it were. Keeping The Dead in mind in
daily life, atleast in an idyllic sense.

You are going to die. It’s O.K. You are going to die. But why? To me, in my
fuck-slosh of imbalanced chemicals I call a brain, it just seems intrinsically
unfair to not enjoy this. This sea of moment. Essence of life. Forever. I am so attached
to this barrage of familiar, that I realize no matter how much I have faith in
one religion, I’ll eternally be haunted by the unfamiliar. Ahh yes,
intrinsically human.

Every moment you are breathing, you are taking in some of what’s around you. You
walk outside, you are breathing in rock, tree, grass, dirt, and whatever else is
around you.

Let’s cut off a finger of thought though. The term would be Off-gassing. This
very real and apparent danger to society is when certain solids and liquids are
made from products which have materials in them that will readily evaporate,
creating gasses which are extremely carcinogenic.

Suddenly, it goes from trading your car in every year for a brand new one, to
ending up with some rare-ass form of cancer at 45 and wondering why. What you
didn’t realize were all of the dyes in the upholstery, the fixatives for those
dyes, the suspenders for dyes, all the various forms of plastics, and the paints.
Real quick you begin to see how many things in your world are actually unsafe.

Including many plastics used in common daily, household, and work-related items.

Exceedingly toxic items are materials used in building mobile-homes and other
various types of residential units.

But, lets be honest, a lot of us never had a chance. When you were born, you
were instantly placed next to fresh, new, plastic, painted, dyed,
mass-manufactured, and fixatived: toys, linens, and diapers.

Remember that "new car" smell? Poison.

Taking a stroll through the interesting sense-provoking wood section at Lowe’s?

Poison.

Our new technological, sell-fast lifstyle doesn’t appear too utopic to me. We
seem to be the generation to see our parents go through cancers. Perhaps the
generation before me too, it’s not that many years.
The phrase "live life for the now", never seemed so meaningful.
Yeah we will all die. And it’s ok. But damn. Our world is our own toxic soup?
What a shit deal man. I swear, I’d own a damn island. And just live there. But
who can stop it. Im as dead as you. ^_^ But I love this life very much. Just
keep in mind, what you are buying and how you are living. It’s quite common to
underestimate your own death; Or, better yet, to cause it far earlier than was
needed.
And if you aren’t having SOME kind of fun. Atleast you can breathe.

^_^

Apr 8, 2008