bubbity hubbity habbity wabbity
"Inquisition," different song to different video file.
Wyeth Maketh projects or worketh oneth stuff when the Sun's Burst is already near-to reaching us?
Well, that must be understood.
See, time traveling and having 382 thousand clones with 560Million babies levers for one to have a bit of toe tapping time to fill in on all the moments you DON'T wind up in the Apocalypse Age.
Which ever clones made it to that realm selection, well good on you. because THIS AIN'T THAT ONE.
March into order. Single file lines.
The Mutation is dominoing and that Grand Old Finale of Pop. Reset. will shake up that grand junction bottle of supersulphuruous High Weirdness brain Collective Consciousness.
They had the Egyptian Book of the Dead to train for this sort of thing.
We got---- the Advertising Committee and Psyche War (Aquino) habitation age. No Funerary Ship Navigation Plans for when the Soul explodes from 3-to-7.
381 thousand funerals to attend for that one "lucky" manifest clone would probably rather trade places with any kind of "prophecy fulfilled" reality whether it was a chemical warfare one, or any de-facto type based on a Rabbit in a Black Hat shouting shut--it--down in gutteral language.
That sounds like nonsense thankfully.
Doubt Chuck Schumer even knew about Sumer,
Abedin knew about blued resi(d)ual.
What's that sound like, Blued-Resiual?
Still they didn't get eternal youth and sacrificed a whole civilization for that _Shrugs~
Now all the cloth is to be taken to the Younger Dryas,
Washed around in circles.
Tumbled into after rebirth after rebirth,
that right line strikes the right pathway,
& one lives in the Awakening Era without
blasphemous sacrament, without chemical warfare,
without encouraged material shadow-takeover.
A good coverover is to call it science fiction.
No nobody does weird stuff, via biowarfare
Nobody is and has been intrigued by mass cloning and
infinite longevity. The peoples are not coerved into self-wars
and conceived against-each-other wars while Saturn's Reign, a Black Cube, comes grown as a deity of sorts.
Smooshy Versions of dishevelled Tarot and Inorganic Yoga is blustersuthed, too, across the spreadsheets.
Monks in the Deep Forest, No Ego,
Travel Vicinities via Mind-Wave and look at us an chuckle.
Ol Stacey is doing the squats in Grey Yoga Pants to king toot through the spandex material.
Snake Oil by the Snake Man is sold for a variable weatherly price, unto clicks and persona boosters.
In the grave vivid daydreams of bayonet knives enter a monk's temple amidst mixtures too of lucid terrabytes of Godly dreams.
Aquino's dying wish had not met them, for they had not met him.
See then as the Jester of Pandemia urges a footpath to the Center of the Black Cube and the string-work of the Inquisition. & the Repetition of a Younger Dryas ultimatum.
This data should an EMP kiss flat out wet makes that data in a forest monk's mind so much more comprehensible.
For what they bring and carry through when their soul explodes to 3 then 7 pieces will be embodied there, and not into digital devices.
Their souls shall carry, and Spirit carrying their souls, moreover these Pandemia lands will be lasted out to some future. Some future who looks at old civilizations and guesses that our power boxes one day stored power.
That the lines carried information, that the facilities of energy were for energy and information indeed.
Should any remnants of either be seen.
Yet too we see old tablets or cities and society and do not see us in that repeat-play.
Having those same formalities. Culture, Technology, Technocracy, Controllers of narrative and Information, and recognition of a post-industrial world. "The Post Industrial World and its effects on Humanity."
The Beats are Dead The Poets have to Cell Out The Infighting is a Seven Headed Hydrant The Self Machine is a Meditational Jesper with Shakey Actions and Cameras Seeing Its Every Move til the Phantoms Carried it Away.
& Looking back they saw "The Inquisition was On Repeat."
Surely we couldnt live in those times in that they looked back and thought "How and Why Would they!?"
Only Time travelers or Lucky Survivors could---- look back on this Time Line.
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