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hashtag: release the memo!
The expectation is there. But will the shoe drop? Will the shoe drop? Will congress vote to drop the shoe?
If you leave it to them, what can you expect? how about hashtag "not you, too!" People say that information is soon to be available. Congressman Geatz says that it will rock the political world if the document is released. Oh, what can it be?
Hannity quotes about some saying 'Abuse of power' and coments like 'shreding our 4th ammendment rights' and 'Bigger than Watergate'. 'Abuse of the powerful tools of intellegence'
Hannity says that . . . bought and paid for the dossier! The Dossier was a pulp product, a fiction. And they even have a borris and natasha in the FBI. And that mueller 'should never have been appointed'. At the 'heart and soul' and center of it all.
heart and soul? 'lonesome human'?
it's kind of a reverse insurance policy. It's not saying you get thise if you die (your family gets it). It's the kind where if you don't die . . .
Lisa Paige. Going to the FISA court. Wow.
Word bombs today!
Release the Hounds! Hounds? Release the memo.
It doesn't matter, people know what the memo says. It's going to be released. They ought to let the shoe fall.
I'm not a fan of the 'red' 'blue' pill thing as an idiom for coming into knowledge. Probably because I do a lot of graphiscs and I don't like assoicating colors with such abstractions as knowledge, or gnosis. I donm't like saying blue/red for dem/rep. I don't think that using 'white' and 'black' is that bad but we aren't really using a color. If you use the color, then I'm maybe not liking it.
The point of all of this, and the release the memo thing, is that the government is not to be allowed to be a private property. We can handle the bad news, by now, that has gotten Congressman Gaetz upset.
I was a big fan of Carlos Castenada when I was a lad of 20 or so. I did enjoy. (you were not a lad at 20!). OK. But I did also like Issac Azimov, who alos wrote fiction. I say 'also wrote', because to put it into awareness pills allgory, it's a blue, or easy explanation: it's really a fiction. But if Carlos were not a fiction, how would the world be able to handle that? And if you know you know and you keep your mouth shut because you understand that the ones who do do, an dthe ones who are against them know too, and if they do you don't they have you can't they put up obsticles. They don't care what you think they just want to rule you.
So the psuedo spiritual explanations, with their lumerious rambling, having met a real space alien (they said) they could see it in each other and then. OK, it's a great fiction. But you can't think it's true. If there really are space aliens running our ogvernmost, you know that the majority of the people have to think that is a fiction (it is) and that it is not true (it can't be true, can it?)
Here it is with that kind of thred: it's just too much. It's not true, but you see it that way. Or is it? but that's the fiction too, that you can't know. You really do. YOu either do or you do not know about these things, and have already spent a lot of time and a long time learning about it but it isn't information that is for general consumption, if you believe it's true.
So the fiction of the blue-pilll is presented as a red-pill. But it's not truth it's a fiction.
It's either real or it isn't. If you know you don't need to say. Anyone who wants to know what you think about these things doesn't deserve an answer.
My Point: the genre we need to use is like what Hunter Thompson did. We have to not be mean by freaking people out with red pill stuff. And please, if they think it's a blue-pill, then let them think that. So if they say you're narrative is a good-fiction, what they call 'Cue-porn', then let them think that. Meanwhile, in the background there are these big-head fools being perp-marched behind them, while they are there chantig the hate, the perp walk is happening right behind them, but they can't see it because they look away 'na na na na' can't handle the truth.
By the end of the day will we have these memos released?
Be kind and don't dose anyone with scary pills, blue or red.
But what is really happening? In the wider world? I read varius thing, and hear things in video clips. Some of these are not wide in their distribution. I do a search on Q anon, and it leads me into a lot of different information, and various people with the hyperverbose quality who really do want the septic situation to be contained and cleaned.
Sunset Blue, and the sound of the rain . . . Sunset Comes and he's starting to play. The bar room luls to hear what he's going to say. The room is roused He has started to sing. If you look at his hand he's missing his ring. no ya don know no, ya can't say you . . . . had better let the man just play He's not having a good day. Sunset falls he's starting to cry those up close and by him just can't fathom why. He's waailing out the most mornful of songs the crowds too stunned, and no one sings along. The music crescendos it's starting to rain everyone around him is feeling his pain And they worry, wonder and don't know why they want to make him glad again, he's that kind of guy that you feel so strong for him even though you don't even know how he's come to be like this, the rain turns to snow. No ya don't know ya, you can't say you had better gather your mittens and be on your way. The mountain road is slippery, you're starting to slide you sideswipe a snow bank in four wheel drive. The gorge bridge is so slick that you're starting to spin how is it that this song goes, with you starting to win? well, the story is how Sunset lost his ballance and fell over the edge of the railing and down into the gorge and used his guitar case like a sled and even though they all thought that he died, he didn't. And he did not try to do it, it just happened like that. And that is the story that he sings in his newest song which he performed in Tennesee, of, come on, it could be but this is just a story so ya don't know and you can't say but in a happy story the guitarist gets away safe and free and living for all to see Sunset comes and it's starting to snow. The skiers and their headlights are starting to go. Sunset playss and they all sing along by now the words are perfected and they love his song. But you don't know and you can't say you . . . . . should hold your thoughts for another day The light, it grows low the trees shine in ridge-glow you . . . should tuck in now and sleep through the snow hold your questions for another day this one is ending and Sunset is safe, and on his way. 🚙
It's either a great hoax, crafted by masters of commentary and political science fiction (poly-sci-fi), or it's a comm-channel.
Love PeopleJan 5, 2018
cue the record:Storm is coming . . .
Onward into the storied evening!
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spinfont unicode-isms 🍀 Praise God! 🍀 🍀⏲⏱⏰⏲⏱🔫⏰⏰⏲⏱🔫⏰⏰🍀 🎠 🎠 🎠 🔫 🔨🔨 🍀 Praise God! 🍀 Oh the wish of dreaming songs that all can sing along even those out of tune howling as they swoon. Oh this hard fact of buzz kill stories the week before. Take note of that sarrow nothing more. You didn't cause it so why feel so blue? And is there anything really that you could do? Just to post these lamoid draft poems, so chilly on my unread front page posted by billy whose always been inclined to run on in his mind and produce content that is silly. Ah, silly billy, willy nilly oh so silly.
A hard hearted Rosta. A full plate of pasta. Everybody knows you can never make a girl like that happy. On a brighter day everybody goes to the high pier at the fifty mile beach And I know She doesn't look you in the eye and when she she says bye-bye she means by and by and buy uhn't ah ya huh huh till all the moneys gone and I knjow You can't ever make a girl like her happy so why should you even try because if she has you in your sights she might just be wishing that you'd . . . die. nuht uh uh ha nuht uh uh ha in the bigger world everyone says if you want two then why not just take two? But if she's watching everything you do? all the hopes that you pursue and causeing harms that might acrue if you dwell in that hell nuht uh uh ha uh ha uh ha ha ha ha haa nuht uh uh ha uh ha uh ha ha ha ha haa Everybody says you can't ever make a girl like her happy It's a brighter day and you're driving a way she had nothing left to say nuht uh uh ha uh ha uh ha ha ha ha ha haaa If you want to then you don't you just do? If you want two why don't you just take two? This the part where she's breaking your heart. How can you stop when you don't ever start? I know the things you keep in side you've been shutting up your mind the one's you left behind. I heard the songs you sing when you are blue you make the words sappy gew like you don't know what to do. If you'd just write your songs to be for everyone. Stop making villains of who you don't know. You see it all in the dark and you write and tune and then on a lark you put some crappy words that actually are absurd if you think of what you say when you're lonely to convey that I don't really know what you are rattling on. Can't you think of better words for your rage-head anthum song? 🚀 🚙🚤🚣c🍀⚜⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣🚣 🚣🚣🚣 🚀 🚀🔨🔨🔨⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣 🔨 🚙 🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣 ⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣 nothing nothing you don't know anything I can't take you anywhere you don't kjnow nothing and I don't know why with that look in your eye that you're starting to cry your just a little baby guy. Nothing nothing don't you know anything? I cna't take you anywhere you don't know nothing. And I don't know why with that look in her eye that I was starting to cry but the video didn't lie. I ain't never gonna be anything more than what I'll already become and if you thinking what you hope for what you left behind no make up your mind what did you really find? Cause I don't know that it's dumb. If you're thinking about it and you're talking about it you had the whole day long to do something about it. And I don't know why you've been screaming and shouting and I don't even know what you mean. If you don't love me then I could walk down along the sea in the blizzard with the wind and the flooding flow. I'll walk off along the shore you won't see me back here anymore Getting on my boots and I'm going to go. If you're thinking about it and you're talking about it you had the whole day long to do something about it and I don't know why you've been screaming and shouting and I don't even know what you mean. If you don't love me I could walk down along the sea and you'd would see that you don't really want me to go. But you opened up that door you said "Don't come around here no more! Now off with you into the blizzards and hightide flow" If you're thinking about it and you're talking about it had the whole day long to do something about it and I don't know why you are screaming and shouting and now you say I must go? Ah ha ha haaa ha haa ha haa ha haa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha due do do doom doom doom da de dippity doom and the dunes are flooded with snow. ah ha ha Haa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha have you told your lover to go? And did he take you at your word as rediculous and as absurd and wonder off into the blizzards of snow? You look to me like you've been trying too hard like life's been dealing you a crooked card Or you've been freaking out locked out of your car and then you wondered down the midnight highway really far. And I don't know which way the wind will blow I thought we'd worked out yesterdasy you look at me and have nothing to say. You look to me like you've been running to fast like life has bowled you over and kncoked you on your ass or you've gotten bloated and are all full of gas . . . or worrying about a fantasy past. I don't know which way the wind will blow I thought we'd worked it out yesterday. You look at me and you've got nothing to say . . . 🖐🖐🖑 🖑🖐
Here is today's pretty poem:
As nice as you are at the door of the pharmacy, or in the hall way in the public building where everyone sees who you are, why can't you be that way on the on-ramp? Or at the merge? Or when people aren't paying attention and you can see it?
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♥♥? Blathertational 🖐🖑 🖑🖐
glossary of what's next♥♥? :
Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?
What we have done What we have failed to do.
♥♥ Praise ♥♥ the ♥♥ Lord ♥♥ !! end of column
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