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That timeline moveth....

I walk through worlds, its hard labor, regard neighbors as trash cans and then scan the high sands and jam cams in wide spans they stop and I stop, I drop and they drop the yard locks and the chords knock until decomposed props that cycle is 7 oceans, known explosions or tones spoken but we know the souls broken and concepts from roads stolen we change motions and guard secrets, repeated in one sequence deleted by mind seekers or completed by blind tweakers, I run sessions that stun reverends, the un-blessing is denied weapons, tanks foul they come septic or some skeptics return blemished, to see sunshine some sons shine blind, or run behind tides that divide or torn lives that tie binds, come sign names with blunt lines or retort with bored minds I hear scores of swords grind, detoured Fords in wars climbed to pinnacles that Thor mined with hammers that ignored time sore defined, lords divine, of course I'm intact with graphs of new math that prove lust is the new fad and child su...
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5.15.11

1And there was given me a reed like unto a rod: and the angel stood, saying, Rise, and measure the temple of God, and the altar, and them that worship therein. 2But the court which is without the temple leave out, and measure it not; for it is given unto the Gentiles: and the holy city shall they tread under foot forty and two months. 3And I will give power unto my two witnesses, and they shall prophesy a thousand two hundred and threescore days, clothed in sackcloth. 4These are the two olive trees, and the two candlesticks standing before the God of the earth. 5And if any man will hurt them, fire proceedeth out of their mouth, and devoureth their enemies: and if any man will hurt them, he must in this manner be killed. 6These have power to shut heaven, that it rain not in the days of their prophecy: and have power over waters to turn them to blood, and to smite the earth with all plagues, as often as they will. 7And when they shall have finished their testimony, the beast that a...

Stream of Consciousness...

Warning: I have no clue what I am about to write and the ramblings of a genius can be quite confusing to those with IQs that would be competitive in a war of words with an otter or a 7 year old that failed head start. I am amazing. Every day I realize that my level of awesomeness has no levees and no Corp of Engineers in this known galaxy can destroy enough spillways to stop my amazing aura from flooding Earth. That is awesome to know that you are that awesome. You know who i feel sorry for? That little boy that has a single mother that looks like a super model or a video vixen and how awkward it is to be forced to just stand there in the mall or a store while man after man tries to hit on your mother. I mean you know whats going on and you know what they want but you are too little to just punch one of them in the face or cut off his pinky toe. Those boys have a hard knock life Its always makes me feel bad when I bake something in a pyrex dish and forget to spray it with Pam and it st...

And then There were Androids..

Somehow she managed to unlock her wrist from its current position. The harsh cold metal around her wrist was comforting for some reason. Its tailored elegance reminded her of the swivel of the combination lock on a bank vault and how that 360 degree circle could hold back the world. It was several lifetimes that had brought her awake in this darkness. The moon had passed over seemingly milleniums ago and maybe she had missed the birth and death of the stars and the blackness above her head was the aftermath of their passing. The air was cold and life had been sucked from the wind and it just hung like a heavy smoke over a burnt skillet of eggs. She tried to put her hand on floor so she could sit upright against the grainy cement wall but something heavy was preventing this action. She tried to move it but its weight was seemingly nailed to the floor and her eyes hadn't adjusted enough to the dark to see what thing held her limb in its tight grip. She cursed and something cu...

2012...

So many people are making this end-of-the-world thing so negative. The end of the world can be so positive. I like to look on the bright side of world destructive and find the silver linings of the planet disappearing. Below are a few things I think give the end of the world some modest appeal. 1. Oprah will be as broke as the rest of us. When the world goes away the OWN network goes bankrupt because its equipment and network are gone and Oprah goes back to wearing her casting clothes from the Color Purple. 2. no repayment of student loans. A lot of people worry about going into default and the consequences from the gov't, but rest assured once the world ends you can sleep easier not worrying about the Dept. of Education. 3. Willow Smith and Cymphonique will be ushers. They won't be allowed to sing solos in Heaven's choir nor live off their parent's success. Just white gloves and silence for these two. 4. Your baby's mothers can no longer fight you or each ...

Watching the Wolves circle...

What's sad is that her soul appeared empty. Whats even sadder is that she knew there was a hole there but she didn't know what was supposed to be there. In no way could she sense that her Life was missing and had taken leave of her and her surroundings. The brain wiring had been altered and the shell that was left was bereft of Light and coded with misconceptions and contradictions. She wisked around the wedding reception, glowing in acceptance of all the male glances she received. The wolves circled around a dress that was a bit too short and the cleavage that provided a look familiar to her nursing son. She basked in the attention, egging it on, but not truly understanding that wolves are attracted to fear and weakness and those slow to good decisions. I watched as the soulless attention was simply mirroring the soul she lacked. It seems to be a misconception that wolves do not study their prey. It is always assumed that wolves are inarticulate and lack the mental capaci...

Smiles and Thunderclouds...

That black thundercloud likes to hover over my house In darkening radiance it radiates like the radiation used to kill cancer or just kill or maybe the light is that semi-radiant light that keeps dry cow burgers even drier Don't mind that hovering thundercould over my car It likes to race me to work like I'm the antelope and it is the cheetah of the Nat Geo miniseries but I just stay steady on the pedal and cut on the windshield wipers ahead of the downpour That overwhelming thundercloud doesn't mean any harm It just waits for your face to change expression as it hides the sun but through the darkness sun shards shine through and the smile on my face embraces the thundercloud so that its darkness will inform me when Light is near... The bold insinuation was stifling. How could that pitiful statement come from one so close. Years of friendship and hard times and cold days and cold food drew us together. The darkness enfolded my emotions and Sprint lost the connection bef...