Saturday, 15 June 2019

Partially combusted sheildarm and the grace of….

H/T to you chuckyman where ever the hell you are.

“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it's very brightly coloured, and it's very loud, and its fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, "Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?" And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, "Hey, don't worry; don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride." And we … kill those people. "Shut him up! I've got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real."

It's just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok … But it doesn't matter, because it's just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings or money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”

It is two decades now since the foolery of a full DIcke keystone coppery got rolled out as NOX rich incomplete combustion and everyone has forgotten what came just before. When the dyke broke just after the combat water wombats of red satire dams were buried, there was a massive surfer and there rode a brilliance that even ordinary medians could talk about without realising the fathom of their free thoughts.

It must be over a quarter of a century now sine I heard Mark Thomas banging on about the Illysu dam and it chimed with other things that had wandered into to mind since the days, way before when the stench of supplphur was a ceremony, things were just not contiguous.

Like the GMAT Comintern test. Like a load of rubbish from every economist komissar you ever heard of. The stench of the thieving workshy.

Ever wondered how much silver was sent into the deserts to destroy ancient things? Go on Milton let’s hear your retarded supply side on that. Oh Moshe your shit about proletarians wouldn’t get far in a fart cantor internal bowel movement as freedom.

One of the greatest things to know about the skeletons of the twin towers is that Tolkien was alive in New Zealand and if they had been made is silver, like stone, you could never get anything hotter than the street whore's booboobeeddoo kosherblowjobs to start.

Over at one of my favourites we have another great outing. gc take it away…..

How do we know if that burning tanker was not shot in the back lot of a 21st Century Captain Scarlett and organ donor Joe Nightly as temple whore Lady Penelope production just off the A-1M? We must assume that like everything it is a fake imagination as reality play.

Luck, serendipity as synchronicity is the by product of not just good planning but foresight at our distance.

One must remember that not just the illumination of velum and humane skin but the maintenance of the prayer shield was for ever their duty. A weight never lifted but sustained for all time.

It is not just the smoke of cathedrals that we scry, it is once again the powdered atoms of infinite singularities as pumice. All nuclear chemistry is contained by scalars. All is within and without us so nothing can ever be seen that is not the prayer of fooled and evil.

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