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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

the party's over

you illuminati can call me crazy.  conspiracy theories? ufos? men in black? where's my proof?  people chatter freely and endlessly.  internet research is so much foolishness.  but i know.  and you know i know.  but it doesn't matter. right?

illuminati, i know you by what you do.  as you know me and what i do.  i'm no threat to you, but your one and only threat is now. that is, the one.  and you know it.  i'm an honorary in loyal opposition, to you and the horrific G you worship, that one eyed one!  (.)  but as the quoran says, god is not one eyed (though i profess no faith in that direction, i do agree). god is three eyed. granted, your pyramid is four dimensional but with a square base, and the base is only defined by it's massive weight, imprisoned in 1d gravity! granted, it is 3d + time, but it's a clumsy form, and still not eternal. a five dimensional hypyramid is tetrahedral and has no pinnacle. so, more eyes are needed.  

it is clear to me you have deceived yourselves, and so, us. your one-eyed one lacks dimension because you lack vision. and, how apropos, your all-seeing eye lacks depth perception! it can't see beneath itself. the mass of its own masonry provides for a convenient blind spot. as with any tradegedy, your hero has a fatal flaw.

i'll leave it open.

for this sin of ignorance and imperfection, you already know the penalty... failure!!! down with the one eyed ones! blind the cyclops! "nobody has blinded me!" polyphemus says. anonymous women and men, listen! make way for the three eyed ones!

you illuminati are all about power.  i am free (energy). so, on 9/11, i saw the d.e.w. on the morning grass.  a surprise will stop you cold.  just as you're getting started, you're done.  let me know you have read this.  i would see you, talk to you.  let me know, when i do.

just kidding...! you know you can't, because you don't exist. who would accuse who of what? you don't exist. your anonymity protects me. a code of honor protects me. this is free speech, and i don't intend to breach the peace or preach.

but now hear this: when you hear this: the party's over! awaken morning, to a sound that seems to come from the sky, herself.  compare it to a trumpet, a tremendous angel's voice organ. whatever other truth there is, illuminati, you are one with the authors of evil from time immemorial. the one is breathing down your neck.

imagination:
i stand next to obama, crowds all around, cameras from major networks, secret service, everything. i'm smiling broadly.
he says to me "what does that smile mean?"
i have an instantaneous, virtually live feed for whatever i want to say to the man. i say "are you kidding me?"
"what do you mean by that?" prez sez.
"my mother always told me... if you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything, at all.  i mean, i wouldn't be rude, dude."

exposition:
the energy would be wasted because i am a human being, and he is a merchandised commodity, i matter to obama like a pickle slice on a hamburger matters to ronald mcdonald. to obama, i might matter as a resource, but not as a human being, a sentient being with feelings of pain and suffering. he does not partake in life in america as i do. he is in the country, not of the country nor for the country. the enemy is domestic. and it matters not if it is obama or the next best beast.

we oppose deception.

appono astos,
sarva

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