[Mb-civic] tick... tick... tick... tick... tick... tick... tick...

Cheeseburger maxfury at granderiver.net
Tue Dec 21 21:05:03 PST 2004


tick... tick... tick... tick... tick... tick... tick...


I was winding my watch the other day.  I can't really remember why.  Time 
is so fleeting.  The horrors of this planet are so voluminous and 
saturating that its name is almost no longer spoken, if anyone can any 
longer even truly remember it.  So why wind my watch then...?  Spy 
satellites everywhere.  Technology that can fry your brain or make you hear 
Donald Duck's voice instructing you to eat your liver with some fava beans 
and a nice chianti.  Who can fight oblivion..?  Surely there are some among 
you that are that brave, and confident.  I certainly hope you have one heck 
of a plan.  So in the face of insurmountable odds, not being insane enough 
to hand off the actual revolution to "the new people", I again find myself 
pondering paintings, photos, and musing musings of all sorts of funny 
things, such as what if death and disease are entities rather than merely 
natural or manmade occurrences...  or merely something like, as someone put 
some parallel up here so long ago about "The Matrix" or something, we 
really ARE just merely insects in a vast unnoticeable experiment being 
poked and probed and twisted by some alien beings in one of those 12 
dimensions Einstein pointed out before he stepped over to some of them, or 
possibly just the 2nd one.

I dunno...  If either a spiritual or dimensional attack is being constantly 
waged en masse wholely unrecognized for what it is, if you add to that that 
the governments of the world are now passing, again, around devices which 
can boil the water under your skin, vibrate your internal organs to a point 
of death, or merely put audible thoughts into your cranium at their whim, 
you better have one fucking great plan up your sleeve or I want my money 
back this show sucks.

Other than that, and all the usual death, destruction, politicion, etc 
circling the globe, I had something to do for a few moments.  Nice posts up 
above.  The fabric of the world is obviously still firmly glued together 
with melted milk duds.

Glad I could stop by, tell a few jokes, and make you laugh.

For what would this world of duality popping out birth, death, marriage, 
divorce, salvation, damnation, healing, destruction, etc etc blah blah blah 
you get the picture be without simple humor as some kid somewhere on this 
globe was getting their brains blown out, starved to death, rubbed out by 
refusing them basic medicine an ordinary monkey gets in a zoo, or fucked up 
the ass with a leather spiked whip by some new master named whatever every 
2 seconds...?

Laugh, clown, laugh...

Your jokes better be funny as hell.

I now return to contemplating the dimensions and who really is master after 
all.  Remember to wind your watches.  Time is fleeting...  you've got 
to...  keep control...  After all, you either control your demons, or 
evils, of this world, or they control you.  Right..?  Try not to be such a 
puppet as you're being a puppet, as are we all.  Indeed, the world truly is 
all "merely just a stage".  Time to wake up little puppets.  Don't forget 
your lines.  You only get one chance this time.

Happy Holidays to you and yourn...

:p



Cheeseburger

- Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing...  When will they 
ever learn, when will they ever  learn...  [Editor's Note:  Obviously 
never.  Well, as the little kid driving the car that crashed into the barn 
in "Brother Where Art Thou" said "You ain't the boss of me...".  Try to 
remember that as your mind, soul, and life is invaded each millisecond and 
you are jumping to the rhythm of the unseen drummers.  For every lock there 
is a key.  Free yourself.  Free the earth.  Free the universes.  Wake 
up.  It's not a dream.  It's a disaster.  Beings are waiting for no one but 
you to go save them and you're sitting there rearranging your balls in your 
underwear.  Who indeed is the master..?  If you ever find out and are 
unsatisfied for any reason, I suggest you do something about it.  But at 
least for heck's sake, remember to wind your watch.  Every frigging second 
you waste costs a life.  At the minimum.  Freedom.  It's more than just a 
tasty sandwich.  Welcome back to The Revolution.  We've only been waiting 
centuries.  Wind your watch next time.  Remind yourself.  Please.]


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