beloved

your licensed to be incensed.  but with tears, anoint yourselves, your bodies with oil of cloves.  at entrance, entrance your self.  gift one another freely.  beloved, be loved. 

appono astos,
sarva

war knell

tin god with tin star and bell, i know now and tell your war knell.  if i fall, i forward the call.  know what you will do will fell you, too. 

lay low a lie.  how near your own ear, now hear.  sounds swell, hear well.  your eye set to the sky, see.  east sits west. 

in chains, wisdom refrains.  listen in on oblivion. 

appono astos

i disavow

i've been told, but who to believe?  an incomplete idea, is this, unconfused but vague.  you know who you are, what i mean, what and who to believe. 

not me. 

lost in the fray, not your enemy nor against you, you hate as god hates, holding your friends close and your enemies closer.  trust your worst fear, win all, and lose your way, our way.

love your enemy. 

my enemy, your order, your evil is on us, in us, destroys us.  i dissaprove, disavow, dissappear.

appono astos

rounding off

illuminati infiltrated national security administration, department of homeland security, president obama, president fill-in-the-blank, you, the only evil beasts on earth, the light-space-sound-mind is speaking to you now. i am hiding in plain sight.

you hold no fear nor power. circlemakers encircle you. you bring yourselves into custody, into captivity. your own judgement compels you to realization; it is so. and you are sure; so, there is truly nothing you can do.

fallen ones, satan knows he has but a short time. call on all your familiars, all your demons. draw all your stars in the air, circles on the ground to banish or to protect; but you drive under the influence. where is your common sense, now? this is my declaration of independence.

read this aloud: 52, 51, 50, 49, 33, 23, 13, 9, 5, 4, 3.14159..., 1.618..., 0.

only irrationality, (in this case, irrational numbers) saves you from reaching the zero point; but circlemakers are rounding off
and rounding up!

appono astos

sarva

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