A sparrow

 I'm not reading back to those other posts.  Not at all. There's claim to the moment, ideological parousal, some hints of the most intrepid  satire as through watching the world with a sobered and sane viewfinder.
It's just I can't imagine an entire life from birth to ashes being under the radar gun really of social media sticky tape.
It's more than peer pressure to become a belonger, in that sense. Especially as an extremist belonger, or one that has to stick out or stand out, and then the real merit of authenticity.  While things could be built otherwise. Behind the scenes compositions of bones, blueprints, and all the work nobody really does volunteer for.
No haste to deny making posture and after posture, letting the money reel on in!
Me, I am a celebrity! Take note by my sour attitude and demanding character!

Very much like wrestling unto the heel and babyface roles. It's fun to secretly build a kinder human existence, then run with the jolly of being a heel or to be the ol ever needed enemy.
I think of Aztec Bloodlust and other things. I realize historical timeout deadzones are there where if it's been long enough of a while or if it doesn't gain enough traction of classroom brain manipulation, aka rigors of instillment and indoctrination, then even when historical clause uncovers world event modification, if it isn't advertised loud enough, it isn't true.  The loudest wins. Truth is for hard workers.
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And so a sparrow has been following as of late. Trying to get into the house windows. Trying to get into my vehicle. 
It knows its reflection. 
I tell it of the troubles in possibility for having known association to me!
but its love or dedication holds strong enough to nevermind such and still,
in instillment or imprint, stick around anyhow.

that's more than a heap or overshot in relation to human counterparts.

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In music things  I haven't done a thing.
I'm bugging folks with guitar questions. 
Working to upload old galleries and post them up for previous events photojournalism.
But the worth isn't there for a lot of it.   I'm not lying about stuff to increase interest,
or making any of it political or this or that. Grew out of that and honed a responsibility for
personal reality creation or whathaveyou.  Working on the self but silently because uproars are created when projections are leveled out. Projection as in a sort of atomic supplement program, where the 'Cube of Space' as inherited into the meat and bones of the Tarot studies reveals something beyond this whole damned charade of human civilization and existence nodes in concept creation.
Life and death, fear and love, that annoying and joyous momentum of energetic imprint and a "space" between thought where definition itself is re-routable. Until you need to eat, breathe, live, survive and built a project so much the house of the soul can survive.
I am not swayed!
By what people say!
It is what they do!
What they prove!
Talk is talk!
Talk is not even cheap, anymore, however. Even talk is inflated!
Full of air, I mean!
I say that with a kind of love that would be electrocuted by community vote. Unless it wore the right banner and sheath of inner frustration and sufferment externally espoused and absolutely painted as some sort of righteousness bloodlust.
Today's new religion denounces being such!  And the bloodlust is therein as vital, harsh and with sharp fang, as always, under words that sound so sweet and promising!
Make quiet, big changes, I suppose,
If you are serious about soul work,
and silencing the mental chatter,
and the terrifically broken and damaged kinds of personality crisis that is bred into being today.

Physical fitness
Mental Study
Artistic Output
Self acknowledgement of what excuses are no longer useful,
some of the most troublesome and hated theories and actions
to not make a buck or even a dollar
by outputting haste as a collective gathering point.

It is a mass and masses are... biologically,
you tread the path of those who had done it in the past, and made proof.
Talk is talk is talk is talk is talk.
See to make a life of magic a reality,
Miracles,
the suffering masses hate to hear of miracles!
I stood by side unto those who call me devil today,
Why?
So I can laugh later on? Probably.
But views change, honesties still hide so deep within even "truth sayers."

People had to make a trial to become old, first, before knowing it all.
Well we have living experts and sages, especially in the corporate yoga business,
and especially in the humanities, who without a doubt know for sure!
And they'll sure as hell let you know! They let me know,
how I'm the... ummmm, enemy.  They'll starve later on and reality will crack
where life change is required, so it's an interesting timeline as always.
And I just do my own thing, still. I'm trying to pay attention,
to be fair, without sharp teeth potruded and also doing 'tick checks'
out in these forests of information.
When my total soul shows, however, if you do it with heart in this world of charks, sharks,
lepers, ticks, then what room is there for the angels to convene? or the Genius Loci, the Shepards of Good truth, they are found at flea markets or up in trees.
Why are they up in trees?
Well hell, they are trying to get away from it too.

You do it though. Be the one to go out and 'save humanity.'
The business side of it. That's not mud!