Dna healing vs Dna research (or the organic adept vs the media revolutionary)

The mainstream media wants you dumb, poisoned and fighting with one another.
The mainstream media wants you powerless, worried about defending your labels,
and divided into further and further impossibly complex labels.
If you are all kept yelling at, warring with, projecting at and finding adversaries upon one another,
those who have bled, robbed you blind and gotten you into that energetic state to begin with
can just keep all that sort of thing up.

The greatest pain relief to Wokeness is Awakening.
It is a tougher process, really, but the rewards develop more of a potential
to break away from the collective trance.

The Satire/Inversion reality has become too intense;
A pendulum warning for extremist points of view.

The hollywood collapse

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Gimme Gallery 12/2019 state street

'lil edit.
Go to the state street Gimme and cram a note into the birdbox.  Will recreate the 'Hazel Isle' image & give the scrawling to whoever puts an illustration of their idea of a 'coffee river' into the birdbox.

SOU*NDS
I do not want to update about creative processes! But it is an up-mountain climbing. With plummets then grips and more climbing. Laptops do nootttt work w/ audio interfaces. Something about their electronic internals.  Tracking down another desktop. Max out the memory. Reinstall win. onto an HD greater than =/>1TB.
Will one day show the nightmares of latency-issue rearrangement! Oh boy.
But manageable quality compared to the... there are 'demos' on here uploaded https://www.lomemarsupial.com/audio/audio.html  If it becomes more accurate and less hit/miss with the audio useability, atrocity averted!  It is funner to work on image creations lately.
So I am eating 444 oranges a day, repairing a motorbike, getting comps to work dandily, trying to train and raise some lot of vicious ostriches, and much of the usual yet gaining headway in a climbing speed.  My sour classel plasserbleary (,respectively) has created a patreon which ever shames me but is listed at the about https://www.lomemarsupial.com/about/about.html if you want to click it  and perhaps remedy up some RAM and several hard drives.
I work for the Q, the Que?, the Ques, the huckleberries, the banshee-dancers and mostly, the robots who will take all of our places as workers and fashion-settlers of the Hair-Ball-Platoons of that gleaming world we trip over our drool and slide all over our tongues in calling the "future."

Gallery up @ Gimme

A few of the songs from B.E.O.Y.R.F.

Those lyrics were despicable!
but those were different times.
And they live as examples. Or "character-creations." 
The others, I can stand behind, but there was some ignorant garble there.
Well you live and you learn.




Update:
This statement is retracted!
Times two, executively, with good reason and council-approval!

It is stern to be able to escape the varied consequences of somehow being trapped in a zombie, populace mentality.
Perhaps lyrics that lash out against the hypnosis, restraint and the drugged up ques of happlessly floating down a toxic river have sewn shut the lips of necessary commentative alligators. 
Well, the Q is, really, DO alligators have lips!?

Overriding shoddy viewpoints, making better decisions. Space=ship=Earth and its cellular people

furcula

Devils Printmaker

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 w/ the voice of Burgess Meredith, scrambled & unscrambled.

21 Flavors

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Stone Set Stone

Video filmed and put together 07-31-19 1st edits
"StoneSetStone" Song 07/19.

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When the Sun comes up I want to be there

When the Sun comes up  I want to be there

 Clutter fest lately even in spiritual geography.
Still more than a few cups of blackberries are to be harvested daily.

"I survived Mid July!" should be a shirt for all.
It is collective, mostly. AKA you ain't the only crazy one out there. Tremendous winds of uproar. 
Who's pulling the tiger by the tail?

It's not what's in the news
it's how to use scissors to cut a window through the paper print
& have a window to a world

A snake can't swallow it's tail into becoming nothing

Our lives themselves become the show
& the World's a pearl
you've got to grow.
It ain't no oyster!
but.....

Trying to gather your eggs together into one basket is tough stuff when your alarm clock has chicken legs & is as mute as a dumb bell.

Isle 7 is much worse off than isle eleven

"Pardon me while I burst into flames"- Incubus

A snake can't swallow it's tail into becoming nothing!

This sin't actually a daily routine

 

Also I pray to visit Mark Twain's gazebo soon, soon. 

Dead air time

The Fool!

The Fool speaks one's truths
in a lying world
the Fool talks too much
to the ones he loves
The Fool goes out
& about
into the night-night dark
there is no nighty-night
for the Fool-Fool-Fool

The Fool survives
Seven deaths
The Fool takes seven slivers
from off the clock
& the Fool talks-talks-talks
to the ones he loves.

The Fool wants peace and beauty
on a dirty mirror
and casts stones
in lakes
crystal clear
The Fool will push away
anyone who comes near
so that the spacious lake
stays crystal clear.

The Fool meditates
while eating pies
and makes dreams of
no lover's eyes
and thinks crazy things
like cannibals-exist
but only on the richest islands!

The Fool thinks
it's either/or
but the destination-same
leads from every door
and the 'here-I-am'
is always here on time
even if it kills us,
or makes us bleed.

That's the Fool seen
in a thousand beads
from wet sweat
to dry
with a thousand needs
Saying too much
to self-
sabatoge
wading through some
lake-mirage.

That's the Fool who has
a thousand plans
yet the Fool has not
a thousand hands
 Yet
The Fool wants peace and beauty
on a brand new mirror

Endless and

Let Fools Love over foolers fooling