Escape the Eight

 

*expresses gratitude*

“Shall we play a game?” Said in a computer voice of 1987

 

It could be compared to the Edwardian times when Great Britain had started its sad departure of empirialism. The moment the greater class finally saw their servants but still did not acknowledge them.

Beauty

Cells 

A conversation with my mother

“I’m going to plant an Eastern Star to be seen from the sky, so people on planes might see it.”

“They won’t know what it is.”

“It doesn’t matter if they don’t know what it is, it’s the beauty for them to see, the hidden out in the open.”

Be still and listen

One day I’ll tell you a story

The wine poured before the cooking of the lamb over a fire, oiled and herbed under the planet parade.

I have so many questions.

Hallowed Drop

 

“Your violence is there propaganda”

Let the illusion go. 

I’m still waiting for the nuclear explosion in space, the ‘Blaze Star’ as they call it…waiting, and waiting, and waiting the golden orb. 

When something starts heating up, it gets faster…but everyone knows this.

Star Date: 16•2•2026

 

When you know it's going to boom the anticipation of the nothingness and everything happening at the same time, the place in between, where the scales are even steven.

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Death looked out the window towards the north and thought to herself, "it's that season to clean the windows well, all scraps and dust make sure it's picked up," so all is clear as she looks through. She stared through the glass and Life looked back, golden sparks here and there, a flash of amethyst, green and royal blue dance in the air.

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Looking around I see people clinging to ways that don't work in fear of exclusion seemingly oblivious of the harm they are doing to themselves and others. The new fad of the day is women thinking they will lose their right to vote because because some people 'can't get proper identification (brought to you by the Patriot Act under the false guise that the 9/11 terrorists used fake ID's, they didn't, they've used their id's in propaganda videos, completely oblivious to the actual state of the State...just as long as they can kill their babies then everything is fine...zero self reflection. The women of the retarded left yelling be kind, affirming self delusion for all, while men are torturing women in prisons, because, "be kind", women no longer allowed a sacred space, our civil right removed, for everyone...zero self reflection.  

The reality that we live in a world filled with the most evil and vile humans is a great distress to bare. When you live in a world where the nets can connect us all over the world and we do it in one language, and most of it is garbled babble.

We also live in a world where some one made a machine that can machine its self. We are at a moment in time, where we can fathom any kind of future, if programed well and thoughtfully. 

Where do you want to be in 1000 years?

…2000 years?

3?

What is time?

Be still and listen

One day I’ll tell you a story

When you know history and not just study it, Mark Antony and Cleopatra were just the other day, you sat at the feet of the great philosophers who could have imagined a world like ours, but had heard of a world not like there's long ago. 

6 Horses

 

What’s the significance of a new moon?

What’s the significance of 17?

Is there significance to the fire horse?

Given enough time everything becomes significant. 

Nothing is random. 

Everything comes from somewhere 

Object destination. 

She’ll be comin round the mountain when she comes

She’ll be comin round the mountain when she comes

She be riding six white horses 

She’ll be riding six white horses when she comes.

L & O

 

Today is the beginning of the future. Everything is so strange.

Hindsight, then add in the now and you might have foresight.

Our world is run by the most vile scum, has it always been this way? 

I say, 'erase the state' and in truth I honestly don't know if there are enough trees for the job. 

My Father is a ‘Law and Order’ kind of man, word salads need not apply, he wrote the contract. As we watch the daily goings on of the regular ordinary to those that think they are extraordinary, the humble and the pride, the crooks and the con men and the worst of the worst, ill chose judges that put rapers and the sick of mind on the street, to harass and infect…and the ones that let it be. We watch and we See.

Truth be told if real justice came about so many would go down it would blow the system. They won’t pay for their crimes on earth, not for what they have really done.

Imagine a spectrum of people has been mapped out, and the bad guys have jammers, electronic warfare, most names redacted, till they aren’t.

Erase the State

A Pondering of Life

 

A pondering of life

Right around Christmas my Godmother passed, joining my Godfather, silver and gold, dancing in heaven, together again. Her celebration of life was the other day and we couldn't attend, the weather was coming in. The time came and I took my communicator and connected to a link pre-sent and then I cast the live event on to the main screen so everyone in the room could see the same mix and mingle of familiar people. There they all were hugging and shaking hands, sometimes kisses on a cheek or two, in a little Catholic Church, needing much work and also doing much. There they were Barbados, the church has windows on each side of the alter looking out to the west coasts sea. When I was there last I watched a sail boat glide on the even surface as I listened to the sing song of the Barbadian accent around me, with Nat King Cole singing L.O.V.E. in the back ground, not a worry of the cameras all around us so someone somewhere else that couldn't make it to the small island could watch a different event at a different time, enshrined in a cloud. 

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I was 15 and wild, visiting my Godparents in Barbados was a normal thing when we moved back to the States. One of the perks of my father's job was free air fare, always a nice way to go. One night we were up in the T.V. room and Aunt Maureen had her stories on, 'As The World Turns' the 1967 years as it was pulsed to the television through electric cords and cable wires, we girls were painting our nails. I chose a bright red and when I had finished she had me remove the colour and pick a pink, "You aren't old enough to wear red yet." I still wanted red painted nails but I understood the ways.

She was so ill for so long, lost in her mind, unable to escape the prions from folding. No one knows why this happens and how to stop it. My Godfather slept next to her until the day he died, until it was her turn. Their children, my cousins, cared for their mother and father as models of what to do. Now they move forward, wearing the pants and in charge of a legacy. 

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The common knowledge base of our ancestors is three generations unless they become infamous of famous, and even then it's often not lived. Now these days people film themselves and the system absorbs what it grabs. The energy to grab all the information formed in the system is not available at this time.

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To describe to the past what future land looks like is never what we See, but bits and pieces of past human behavior analyzed and criticized, repeated till one day it's not. 

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A pondering of life