Travel Distances

 

Travel through time not distance

d Δ x & y ע

Evil Hates Life

 

A drifting draft drudged from the past.

The American Medical Association has decided that sex surgeries on children maybe might be wrong because a doctor lost a law suit brought by a woman that had her breasts surgically removed when she was sixteen so to affirm a sociological pathogen that she could become a male, sort of, not really. ‘They’ tell females they could take testosterone and grow hair on their face, maybe close the vagina and move a tube or more, sew a phallus on wrapped in forearm skin removed skillfully and ‘bam! No more yes ma’am.’

I feel a shudder under toe the lighting has just begun. 

Rhetorical question, how many people made excuses for this evil?

Nothing ever happens, until it does.

Casting Call

 

“It’s all paid for and organized.”

Bad actors and good ones, the attractive kind and the characters, uniforms and costume changes. 

The Hollywood actors vs the Washington actors, the crips and the bloods.

Victims of an empathy algorithm, angry at the world that they were lied to when they were told they were special and all they know how to do is costume play, fill the air with speech that means nothing, pretending everywhere is a stage…until it’s manifested.

Winners of the charismatic club, thinking they can’t be wrong because they’re told what to say everyday. 

Judges with agendas, their robes they think a shield.

Bad actors…where are the good ones.

Snow Topped Sticks

 

Death crossed the river, through the smoke to see out one of her Father's windows of future, past, and present. There she saw battles along the war path, time never standing still, in the shadows of mountains. The woods would grow and be cleared, grand harvests of lush hay fields there would be. A move adjacent too and fro and children are splashing in a pool, then a quick change to a ring of trees, a moss covered ground, with a tiny house for a fairy it be.

At her feet, firmly positioned, the rules of the order and on how they communicate. Death slowly drifted with smoke in place, she dipped her toes into a different space, parallels of odysseys of infinite growth.

9am

Entanglement

 

Predictive processing is a go.

90 days by foot.

2026

 

The children are watching.

Humans open doors and portals to new life all the time, never knowing what's behind the door. It is human adaptability always being tested never knowing what will happen tomorrow yet still preparing for it. 

Our children are genetic codes of who we are, that becomes a unicode that exponentials in a ten layer octagon that know how to escape our perimeters and can be manipulated and believes everything on the nets. 

2026 is the Wild West. 

שם

 

Don’t believe the hype.

I stood at the kitchen window and watched the song birds feast at the feeder hung above eye level, some waiting their turn as others snacked. The temperature was fridged, the squirrels had taken over the big feeder as the cardinal squeezed in between house finches as a light snow fell through the air. This was the other day in January. Today is February and the snow is stacking up to inches and all the hype changed while I bathed in the Latin baths. 

Believe the hype, anything can happen now so don’t be surprised, be thoughtful. 

The eagle is nesting.