Pandemia Apocalypto

I learned ya gotta save yourself these days. 

I did roofing work on a smaller camper today.
Have for the last week taken anti-lyme-disease medication.


The bullseye was an indicator.

I went to a healer who is an actual healer.
That old-or-previous healer was really no healer.
Only just a scammer and common operator,
of slimey tactician bludgeoning.
So the healer who is a healer is knowledgable with a sweet soul.
That's what you can ask for, care, yet a realism. 
Like if you get fat say push it, get skinny. That's illegal  to say and we all will fall because of that.
Push it to where you can really feel well, not bending truth downward into dissatisfaction! 
Love with care to responsibility. 
Natural reality that turned rogue.

The roofing tool disconfigurated so with elastic latex gloves I pushed and brushed it by hand.
Thick roofing tar smuttering like a pudge of molasses super stuff. 
Some previous downpour that continued on for nearly a week, let along half a month, felt to have had broken water barriers.  
Like I broke 2020 right over my knee.  
_CLACK_
It has electric, and there is peanut butter on mice traps, and notebooks are stacked in there, the camper solace where dewy mornings speak tythe far enough away from hellacious yapper dogs of usual or present vicinity.

Que some days later

I've been playing guitar nearly every day I think and while blasting out recordings that I kept around or  uploaded here or there, have session folders and frameworks for compositions and similar 'deeper aims.'  
But to practice and improve and 'journal' songs out has been natural in feeling as ever. 
Just really playing with the Martin Dreadnought 'DXM' series, and this Epiphone 'superjumbo' EJ-SCE200 (off the top of my head, the model? Needs a better name)  and the Gretsch Roots Series Resonator guitar Boxcar style.
  None of the electrics have been the go-to, just possibly as later additions of backing tracks. Finding the overhead is very very easy to clip.  Enjoying this dark-rock, country western, songwriter sound that can come from the Epiphone with using a compressor pedal. 

Bein', Existin', Not slower not faster
as its made to sound out

Any societal dismay or social consciousness commentary by this point seems appropriate to cater to in a character perspective. 

Pandemia Apocalypto 

The Jester of Pandemia is not jaded. 
Until the weather advisory shows a storm
that is slated to start at 3:30
and carry on until forever.

I think the world's gone mad, frankly. I won't be pushed into whatever way of aggressive pitfall that is egged on or that others appear to convey a satisfaction of watching a human being become pushed to.  And I went there, to that, a few times, several, some months back and maybe a few times in the last week, silently, already.  (Aggressive usefulness exists.)
How do you become the evil you see others ravished to?
"Nothing is true; All is permitted."


There is no way to tell anybody soon enough anymore. That is rejected & it is learned too late.
People will throw fits for when, internally, the senses know. That something is askew with it all. 
That being hoodwinked, led, all niched-up,  the human collective is as much dust and grain and bacteria and a mutated intrigue from opposite eyes staring down a microscope tube.

It's just that the treatments out there, what can push through this all the best,
you know, all these people 6 years ago, about, had the keen to beware.

About that pharmo takeover. Now look at it all.  Animism.

It is against my own interest to say anymore because at this placement in  time, all are tuned rather permanently, it appears, to their own channels. Solidified whereas before there was a sandier and more mobile adaption in conquest of identity programming.

My town bled a bit but those are wound openings, and as a shadow character through it, with human research and a more than hungry inkling to push stimuli, it is this: A test society and orgiastic mutation machine of a New Kind Of Normal!
The mask is falling, the mask of image. Homage Mirage.
Homer's Odyssey Outward.
Actually it may be a bloodscab, what it is now. 
You notice anything and you'll be fought to the death

so focus internally on the things that are the best. 

Normies have taken over the internet and it will destroy the world.
Because social media is about concocting demands,
and shouting outward, and never listening, collecting,
communicating.
So it is like a couple thousand civil wars of ideologies,
contentedly seeing one another as forever-idiots. 
People divided just as planned,

just as planned, just as planned.
You got too close at Occupy Wallstreet,  new scents
to different trails.

Hungry sheath of Horus

up the husk of trees

The fuel of electric sky

should be

the Real Celebrity.

Cull, Cull to see

The Oversoul

is listened to