I would be thankful if I could have a moment of peace in my life

 hey do you want to be a part of the music industry?
(do you want to be blackmailed into doing fucked up shit,
and be a slave immersed to lawyer words of a contractual agreement?)
Do you want to just nix generations into another cultural stigma?

 All the bands today suck dinosaur cock
Why do you suck dinosaur cock?

ra

 I'ma go take a nap for 50million  years

 

 

lomemarsupial emerald green glass lome marsupial

 update

busy life

here are demos that sound like
 

https://www.lomemarsupial.com/audio/mp3/temporary/temp_aud.html

and edited will sound as 

https://www.lomemarsupial.com/audio/alemeharot.html

Here's some listed as a vid file

A Leme Harot 

Chameleon Shelter 

Dance Like A Human(e)

Triangle 

Bit Ears Off  Your Rabbit Friend

Parads Sce Live 

and anyway if you would like to hear more recent songs and demos there are still some on these pages
https://www.lomemarsupial.com/audio/new_demos.html

 

 

I'm happy with River Safe, Billboard Dreams, Obscene Grey and Gobekli Tepi soundwise,
And have audio-plays/sound "operas"  and will hope to have enough conveyance of spirits and due justice of serving the intents of these sound atmospheres to represent the dream intent of them all.

Some raspy some smooth

have had so much going on in my life in ways that are so not fun but intending to direct creativies despite all oddities against-o-me.

 

 I wish world souls would heal. Let's be done with this damned cruelty. 
This world, peace or solace I find just deep in a nature. Wickedness stay parted from me.
The lethargic or sprinted discharged energies from strangers and their ill will or displaced hatreds, be done of it away from my being. 

 Ithaca is pretty much fucking done. Good idea to leave the place. Maybe  a decade ago.
Fuck this little up its own ass town.
This place is vile.

 Rapture:
Part of the path to absolution

In Robert Anton Wilson's (and Robert Shea's) Illuminatus Trilogy
one of the ongoing antagonists was the American Medical Association.

Satiation 609

 Pulitzers Prizes were shred up to fuel European heat in towns that once were warming centers.
A novice might walk in and see and find out and look at how nations are funded to destabilize upon themselves. By all those who work and live and are encentered in those nations. They pay for their own chess pieces to get knackered down.

I used to get punished by going and being put into in-school suspension, but it was to be locked into a room of silence and atmospheric peacefulness. A forray into a path of luddites and anti-social bends and crescendos. Sometimes other folks were there, too, serving moments and escaping inside of the larger place to wish to escape.  

So it wasn't really punishment, as what really was had been the gleamy eyed staredowns of wrought professionals who were carved stiff and stood there wooden, like a dull but persistent kind of carving blade made them into what they were.
If you don't accept being carved up into exact shapes as that, you must be gone off to not interact or to perhaps inspire self-changing.  But those who chose their own path end up where the rest are kicked out.
Then they find peaceful room and solitude to actually start thinking without the reprimands of doing it wrong. 

the 7 month idea

 Vitamin C and no more visits to nerve specialists. They're pulverizers & I'd like a consonant of healing. What blimey charades!

Anyway who could make skydiving look so easy? From always standing on the ground--
It's my duty to now and forward always listen to my mind and body. If a person becomes a pay check for the LOA of industry-healing, it's like your fed a little sugar every time, then when lured in, blammed by a mallot of new ailments to mouth feed and supplement, by state, for time and money and bodily investment.
Well I feel blathered from all of that. No specialists or experts, what a toss of it all. You hear giggling in the hallways and loud chatter and its from the workers themselves in medical center hallways. And you count your thoughts and sit in stillness, figuring when anesthesia ain't used in the process. Go on 4 months of the left side of your whole head coming and going with nerve bullshit, cantankerous from the first dentist's fuck up. It's okay, look at the bright side. If you pull through this one without that nerve damage crud, and learn and go on sooner without repeat returns to places that butcher and slog you up more and more, you wind up on the right side of getting out. Rebuilt into a better peace.
But man I'm not sure into this medical industry contemplation any more. I'm losing more sleep. My ear is ringing and banging. The ENT gathered up a camera on a wire, and thats the no anesthesia part. Reading after the visit on the typical shouldnt and precautions, seeing how many are and have been skipped in all of these common routines I'd been chairman to, well you hit the back of my throat and tonsil. Careless and mad in new york, medical transplants with acreages to pay. Teether the patient. Let's get em something to come back and return for. Walk out worse off than ya walked in. Cant you hire a hobo to punch ya in the gut and get all about the same? Days after Samhain, too, all of this. Well it brought me back to being laid out in bed and writing this. I erased some other writings when in some zone or mode. really hankering it out. Looking back, should have let them stay. But darker sarcasms. The intent behind them all is just fair play nutrition of existing. But the 'systems' keep trying to speed up their steam rollers and aim right freaking toward me. Walking in front of them voluntarily, however, such as my visit to the ENT, wasn't wise. Wasn't smart at all! I learned. Moment they said the dentist fuck up had nothing to do with my ear pain was when I should have walked out. Legal priorities of satiated contracted of social hospitality left a person to say "I'll see where this leads." Which is to here. More time taken away. More time trying to heal but with worse nerve pain now. Cayuga medical, yeah imagine if you tried to badmouth them, how many scholarly tanks would come soaring. Too big a name to jab at really, isn't it? Well them and tompkins dental could find better training and skillset and care for patients. If this is permanent nerve damage then I'm fucked. But nothing should be impossible for relevant healing. If its permanent nerve damage though, and its going to be 4+ months soon, I can at least be a voice for myself about the parties that allow slip ups. I'd rather write about other things. I'm rehabilitating animals. but also myself now because of this.

And have a keyboard to try to fun around with and program, which has acoustic based response for its keys and a sound chip that was supposed to be a step up from that one I'd really leaned on for atmospheric explorations for, well, near 17 years now. Just need to dip into the learning curve of its new track mode. Sort of play them one, program track, and again, then they're all layered and saved, only at the end with sound cues hit in for each instrument. Then streaming them straight into the program.. so that there is always a back up copy stored on the keyboard, and if levels "clip" then its okay. Just re-play it into the recording software at a lower level. No tragic loss of clipping. And can separate each instrument layer into its own track, just match the tail end sound cues up. But with drifting, maybe I have 200+ sound... no, 905+ being lenient, audio atmospheres that could have the drifting issue. Which means the percussion is off a small bludgeon.

Other instruments like air instruments of piano or this or that, theres a lot more room for error. Regardless, that's the system used for multi-layering tracks. And I just need to see how the keyboard with the newer system does that exact same intended process.

Maybe it even has more tracks to program, because the one I'm used to capped out at 6. But had been wonderful for what it was. And playing in that realm of keyboard atmospheres with "real enough" sounding backdrops, especially the Tabla drum, its just plain fun to build up scores to, or blueprints for organic instruments to layer atop of. But Im sitting here and my ear is pulsing again and I want it to go away. My opting to at the moment say "Go Ahead" and the dentist I never met before at the practice I had gone to for several years, went ahead. And that was the beginning of leading up to---this. The filling that didnt NEED to be replaced, was. And now, further pains from the dentist. And now.. the ENT visit jarred my throat up some and made the multi month nerve pulsing pissing me off pain more agitated and I get to be all miserable and further isolated, trying to do whatever I can just just think this will go away and I can get on from it. I leer away from professionals now. Good lord they terrify me. Good lord I could have just walked away from this but didnt know what would happen. We think things should go smooth with people who work intricate jobs dealing with human nerves. I dont know. I mean I feel a hospital offed my grandfather with ventilators and also "forgetting" to give him food (several times) so I am biased in ways, when experiencing it personally and also personally.

If I feel better and heal and can get onto other stuff I will hope I can look back and think I had learned a thing or two. And to always self-medicate, to not go looking for any hands on or touched upon me actions by anybody else at all at this point. The medical industries and the local branches of unprofessional procedures and attitudes and results of being damaged unto this shit will hopefully wisen me up, though obviously my cynicism will carry on like a blight light of high bright, the brightest lamp held firm for ages. I'll probably even become religious. So regardless, that is what I have been up to. Deep deadened eyes and this numbing actual frightening pain at my nerves.

Some more "character building" in this life experience it really seems. Yuh Angels of Mercy with softest hands, more caressing and less squeezing.

How bout for everyone, some better type of go?

I'm not watching Perry Mason on the psychic television

 It's good and fine open free space to wake up maybe around Nine'o'Clock PM.
My brain feels like the wolf man having licked a radio transducer and it shocked me into a kind of state,
just   to revert every aspect of life strictly back to analog.

Still reminded a dentist butchered my tooth and sitting here  putting analyzers on that gum ear nerve circuitry, seeing if it toppled down in pulsing jarring jamming sensation.
Still there but it feels a little less terse.
All these repair and help places, man, they send you back out more fucked up than you walked in. 
Astute in the medicine world or nerve centers, all these pros speed up the life process by adding extra whacks and jarring jabs and then shlocked up advice.  Keep me away from the 'pros', psychology and medicine and physiology and all for they're maniacal and careless bastards!

Had some dreams that didn't include shoving henry Kissinger over a row boat, but the last dream series did include some peaceful and expansive waterways with unmanned and natural private islands. But it only seemed like creek high or river low water routes. Some submerged place of memories I definitely remember going, like the Susquehanna. Probably the Susquehanna.
Yeah I think I am going to cancel my next dental appointment, frankly. Just writing this I feel a returning of that pulsing pain.  I aint going to become one of those medicine gobbling addict people so assume my mood or attitude is going to simply resolve this by being moreso irritable and outspoken in all affairs and visions.
If you wanna get damaged and deranged and foot a bill for it all then seek professional medical solvent in any common category. You'll be banged up and dented out and screwed up in no time!
I'll see if there's any better uploads of Marx Brothers movies and commit into some real actual healing and possibly try to work on stencil art designs while those play in a little more clear frame rate than I'm used to.   

Trying to keep from accumulating any more strings instruments now as I think I overspun the spinning machine and am spun up and wrapped up in that more than I can handle. But an acoustic bass to replace using the bass notes of acoustic or keyboard instruments as makeshift..  yeah okay watch me accumulate an acoustic electric bass. Do you really want car insurance pigeons to just continue to eat up every last cent or maybe county school tax to fill folks heads with saulalinskian ways of nuclear head deception. 
I will whiff and skim it on by and wonder about an acoustic electric bass then even if rock and roll is dead. because it puts far too many lively ideas into freethinker's minds.  you dont become a good enough mindslave listening to rock n roll and the new ingrained styles perpetuate classes that fight each other and drain'n'drug, you know.   
What's the price off the chopping block then,  I mean what's the drainage for string replacement for a bass then?  How can you skirt the edges of keeping a set of strings pushing useability without--- see, no, I think I'd better just do what I have been with keys playing as a bass sound or overlaying guitars to do so.  One more chore or thing to take care of, what's there to do with stuff, all this world of material objects and their elemental makeup.  Oil dropping computer fans with sewing machine oil, this, that.  Throw it all into the sea!  Let it gather with the countless Henry Kissingers out there all flailing their arms away.    Obviously, in the myriad of it all between getting sucked to up to your eyeballs with mystery fees in this life, a true  telling sign to accumulate an acoustic electric bass guitar.
And figure it all out on the way.
The only real solution is likely to stare at this 11 PM hour and dress accordingly for weather which coats these leaves with a cold chipping crisp with crystal dew and all that. And to get out and just run through the forest lands. And connect with that periphery of a wolf man ideology. And get the sternum kicked up to a satisfying rotation and let inner body heat and internal warmth coexist with the frigid outdoor environment.

Migraine Headaches and an Armageddon that Takes Forever

 Ehh another person was stabbed to death in Ithaca.
Shit I had someone tell me they'd shoot my face off some months back. That was silly.
Nice ol atmosphere in these counties any more.

Have put it off several weeks of getting a taller saddle installed into a dreadnought.
Why do I keep putting that off? Need the magic touch to do it right. And I never had added a taller one before, to avoid that buzz  buzz buzzing. But I'd went and intoned before, electrics. And shaved some saddles down.  So I shouldn't be that frantic about all of this.
A head full of good rest and restoration is that key tone really.
I reached out to several places to play and got a good fuck over of no response. I don't know sometimes.
Somethings in my soul and its receptors damn well don't feel that the area here is for much of a place to get any seedling grown well enough before its like ripped up and pawned to someplace or some maniacal random factor or possibly some grievous and forlorn secretary tries to doom what is an innocent but powerful vantage point to live my own fucking way.

needless, I traded an old one in to compensate for the D'angelico because something plays so smooth with those instruments. But damn if they aren't made for jazz style and I like to whiff and go harder with my thumb or strums.
Because I don't techinically know how to play and never will but will try to keep up with what the moment introduces. 

I never thouht I'd like those instruments, either, that D'angelico produces. They werent on my radar at all. But its all pristine with the gear they put in, bone nuts and saddles and tuners that dont have to be swapped out.  The Gretsch electric I got... its okay for the style it's ought for but I already feel at a loss, again, in hesitance, that its not pushing out those truer senses. the tuners blow on it but it has P90s in the semi hollow which makes it pretty adapt to doing something a little different with.  Less acoustic amplifiers I guess and seeing what I can do to push it through a tube sound.  With some grit.
But I have some rotomatic tuners in each of the D'angelicos.. the acoustic and electric. and they seem perfectly home in the ability to just push and flow through some enjoyable ability to feel catharsis in playing. 
Just, man, they're dept to such low low low action. I'd rather it be like what the Epiphone Super Jumbo is shipped and installed with having. Enough to run a slide down without any traps of buzz or clanking of fret whamming.
So I'll figure the saddle adjustment out. If I could recondition myself to play different, just using a pick and nothing else, it goes well for that.. lead work I guess.  But I want to continue to play how I had been. I guess I'm a frustrative and specific sort.

So anyhow things havent been going well in life lately, in general, but tough fucking shit. I'll earn my chin stubble or whatever.   I havent put anything out at all and felt demoralized to all shit too just looking around lately. Being said also, not hearing a whisper back from places reaching out to place, well I've got one for you too you nepotistic blowhards.. because shit, I just wish to do what I do. Im not cantankering any damned regime behind me.  I just have stuff I do. I'd like to share it, play it, put it out. But this county in general, its just dead and cold, forlorn, fucking nepotistic like I said, and it seems like cold souls are there in the sharp fingertips of every pissy deskperson or money collector. Is life sincerely just insurance agents gathered to suck money out of your person and then getting lectured constantly by people ya've never met about some shit that you never did in the first place? 
Well bite the piss if that's so.

I took in lots of strats yet again and long story short some have been going lost when they choose to leave, en group, and some come back and some do not.   
People just drop more and more and more off all the time around here. Because its a farm or rural outskirt, and they just think think think people can afford to take them in but thats not true at all.

Im veriably antisocial lately and also bit through some chank of stophard steel.  I learned the hard way with good intent but now Im unsure of my good intent remains. 
Never be too sure you were young enough to have gotten all of your tests and trials out of the way because thats not how it is. Not at all. Your faith will be tested to a point of being shoved in right to the damned sharks but the foot kick comes from those you thought were the closest sometimes. Makes you question the hours upon hours of waiting around or sticking your neck out.
So expect some melodies of madness and possibly deeper grit if I choose to express anything outward again. Being pretty much shadowbanned is icing on the cake, still.  Fuck off, too, woke maroons. I stand put. Always wanted to just do my own thing. Tired of the stab deaths, the druggie kamikazes, the death thrall of people who just sell one another out.
So I'll load in The Seventh Samurai yet again and watch that in close captions, or stuff my head with Paul Newman movies or something or listen to some old songs.
My desolation is robbing me of opportunities. But in this county, at least, when seeking opportunities, its just woke judgmental shit. Im singing my songs I do, depicting images I want to depict, because I aint a part of Cult A or Cult B or whatever selective damned cult people will look back at and regret immensely if they go within and check themselves out, reassess their receptors, because I wanna do my own thing, its like, lets cut this fucker out.   Cool, I'll remember it. deeply.
I'll just need about 50 cups of coffee it seems like.
I just paid to keep my website up again. I put  a lot of really old stuff up on spotify. Have to connect the accounts to see what people even get for spotify but im sure its fractions of pennies. Feeling like sounds have changed a lot since then. Will upload even earlier stuff, too, buts its "reckless reclusion' and--- maybe Top Pop Classics of the Astral Realm' but I have to change some lyrics around.
Which means slitching back in and over writing a word or two. 
I realized hectically and heavily that the whole "goddess" idea incorporated into a lot of songs, maybe 2009-2011, it was a big shclock.  So I have to change some of those lyrics around, and forray more of a dialectic of internal integrity, because the universal misbalance, presently, of nature truth and material interpretation is at a wholly damaging point of people preaching "truths" they have uttered via misguidance.  Even though the tattoos on their eyebrows stating it will be inducted forever.   

I take care of animals lately. And plants. And those are fine feelings. There's a few people left really to hone into feeling like its all worth it and good things can still be plausible.  Given to notice how much the press and media is just stomped down right now, however, finding celebration and inspiration would be vivid. But demoralization is, I think, a billion dollar industry, so if you see something you yourself could never dream up or produce, throw soup on it?

You were vomited onto earth

 

 

 

The Earth is poison now.
It is best to not incarnate again onto this "Earth Plane" after this cycle.
Beasts and savages and snake-oil people will control the majority soon.

First of all I need to get the fuck out of New York.
It is unnavigable. It is corrupt past repair and no poetic spree can get into how damaged and unsalvageable it is. 

It's not fun or amusing playing the 'neighborhood curiosity' role anymore split between the college rich and splintered wall between the doped up and violent. 
Some sheath will sog and split to a point where there isn't a severing between both.

The friends here aren't real. They don't have their back 
To want to do anything has been tough. There's no leverage or 'grip' to really take anything and move with it. 
All the transplants are now crime opportunists or just filthy fucking loaded on money. The latter don't have a radar for the humor or style built in that maybe rougher kinds of reference point out. 
They're lost and addled.  On a counteract that leads me lost and directionless because nothing can breathe in to a new function or new format.  
So I have to change or alter my expression to match the local demand, but wouldn't ever do that.

The lack of friends being there other than some smarmy intellectual-bent in-theory psychology bullshit rather than being a man or friend or brother caused a bit of some damage. But defeatism isn't a good definer.  
I'm still pumped in some way with ideas and all. But this place is done, It's shit. And people won't lock in and look and admit the big change in scenery, how corrupt this place is now.
There's no real flame of heart here anymore, just more rip off professionals.
Everyone's bringing their corrupt ways here, too, ontop of this damaged framework already.
Making demands for everybody to change like them.  It's both gentrified and a multitude of idiot's gang turf all at the same time.
I'm not harboring screwing up my own life due to responding to some creature's ill infused random death threats taking a photo of a flier at the state theatre.   

People's brains seem like toast, now, too.  
The collective' haziness' of a kind of mind controlled populace nudges further from reaches to elders or ingenuity. Elders today wear adidas sneakers and have a mini fire inside of some fan fiction and Warner Music Catalogue re-telling of media instilment. 
God Damn New York to hell because it is an epicenter of that handful of states up to the brim with so many anti-life types.
They grew wet from rules and this growing 'Banana Republic' of a nation has gapped away people like myself away from certain gruesometypes who present themselves in paper shadows.

So "Thoth", or the crane bird's neck is damaged and split and torn.
My friends were little pussies who when things get hard for others, but is fine for themselves,
they didn't give a damn. 

There's no better place to walk around feeling lost or where established and playful, good and moving ideas can be born than this ugly and dead little fucking city.  For collegiate and intellectuals and such a college based group, or the 'down to earth' types they seem as soulless, unbefriending and ugly at the heart as everything their banners make such a broad depth of imprint to fly against. 

 

And it is a "believe women" world disregarding that there are offsets there, imbalanced and malevolent people who think it is aright to take their frustrations and aim them onto those who just wish to nevermind that kind of pull of a so constantly dramatic world.

The entire "I am justified to this" mentality that swarms in manipulative people with little good in their hearts.  Inconsiderate and so full of themselves, hiding their own Mr or Ms Hyde within. 

You have to wonder, about these sorts, who is lying to gain attention, excitement or some prospect to fill an entire void within their own lives.

It's best to not really go anywhere alone with the modern "womXn" who you do not know or think you know after only just having met. Have someone you trust along during any situation. This cancellation world, drama addiction world and believe any heresy kind of social environment insists that bitter people with untrained hearts and loose morals may try in their ways to, again stating, take both a dislike of themselves or of you for whatever reason, and keep you from a fair life.

It's something I'd skipped over considering for a while.  Integrating that. But realizing its reality as of late, to the sort of skittish and narcissistic behaviors of these great "empowerment" movements, I see very little of improvement movements being any sort of harness alongside it at all.

The vast amounts of ego impulse and attention craving that can occur is creating very weak and needy men and attention-craving and behemoth onslaughts of women.

The temperament and patience of either is splitting this ability for people to leave their mental houses of self-superiority and their own lies do not negotiate with any strings of a kind of truth that feels they need to elevate themselves and their actions by becoming good human beings.

Lethargy and sedentary acts incorporate into "I am good enough already, with haste to change" and the kind of ugliness and beastly behavior that is blossoming from this displays an inversion of beauty itself.

I had someone recently come to realizing they do not like me very well. And had also realized they were batshit insan. Posting about "karma" and taking the media indoctrinated stance of some sort of sex war, the battle of genders, mush-minded hijacks of feminist anger and the 'sway of the moment' personality glitches that anything is acceptable should the sway of emotion be the guiding force.

It is very stupid.  Many people are increasingly stupid today because they, as may have always been, guide by emotion first. Yet the sticky tape is the electronic facility of social media and the ableness to see that a hook of conquest is drama and more importantly to the addiction of it all: attention.

My mind is soured by most of today's world of constant dopamine hits of drama and peoples dying minds of leading others into nowhereland regarding attention-seeking and having high pedestals of materialistic lust.

I think many women today are extremely sensitive to the point of replacing it with this image of some sort of warrior goddess larp of power and the men who feed them attention or also chase down each fad of probable brain loss create a kind of cycle of brining the worst out for not challenging others or themselves in the best of ways.

Behemoths walk the Earth and you have to at times worry about them because today's levels of guard and check for right and wrong have no actual positions for future thinking or repercussion.

The arrogance is ugly and the style is dystopian. The earnesty and loyality is grossly out of whack.

The mode of expectation and standard had been lowered, and any quest or reason to produce anything of quality has been stifled out.

I think people today are more oft demented and full of shit and the obsession of attention-attracting so as to be seen as off the cuff or different from one another has created a very inorganic kind of populace of walking facades and people who will not ruin even just others, but also themselves, to be a part of whatever next "thing" or "narrative" there may be and it has ruined good and honest communication and also turned people into some of the most stuck up sorts. It is very trashy and soulless, and disregards its effects.

People are becoming dangerously dumb and encouraged to do so; or not reprimanded enough for blindly following the rest of the crowd unto whatever kind of war or injustice lives within their own head, then onward to take it out on whatever visage they see that serves an example of similarity so as to vindicate their anxiety-ridden warrior role.

Any steadfast thinker looking back from their vantage point to today's placement in history will see a certain civilization in psychosis. And a world impaired by having too much information access to know what to do with it. With the quest for individuation being so overwhelming that people become unbareablely inconvenienced to seeing their had been in so many ways co-opted into destroying themselves. Or ruining quality communications to seeing similarities rather than divisions.

Most say to turn the other cheek, but as human beings and businesses are destroyed, and people even have haste and hatred to their own tribes, family members and so on, through political cults and state-of-the-moment 'movements' led by psychological facilities, it is my view that turn the other cheek seems ill fated and that these people who ruin lives would be struck down, or replaced, or brought to the light.

Because many fine intentions and ways of being raw and truthful about this all, the psychological manipulation and entire industries on keeping dopes emotionally led on, so they can play heroes in their own minds while jeopardizing the lives of others, is irredeemable. And wishing turn the other cheek can lead it to let some higher source be the judge, if that is their style. 

Yet in real life and real flesh, I would consider it to be better for those watching humanity becoming so ugly and brute and narcissistic, those who study how the emotional levels of the situation triggering unwise actions and responses, to be a little moreso tough against all of this.

Not only are the shortcuts of what is put in to produce food warping peoples endocrine systems and poisoning their brains, but this fear of backlash to be under the crosshairs of the virtuous 'woke' makes this ghost-game of dancing between hard lines, and a permanent eligibility to always be 'in the wrong' to this new religion of a kind of rule set where the rules are always changing. If you then disturb the emotions of these self-enacted dictators who are more authoritarian than their icons of revolution could ever dream, their own inner little ugly demons jump out and they get to try to stifle somebody else rather than advance their own ways to "get centered", and so many other co-opted phrases from yoga and new age movements and this or that.

  

 The world elites
are soulless dorks.
It's a catch-22

 it's a revelation of seeing who was ultimately maneuverable by the slightest wind of fear programming.
Like that you can never look at some people the same again, ever

 pointing out the  hypocrisies will never achieve anything, because they do not care about coherent principles.

they could not give less of a shit if you accuse them of it, the only thing that matters is that you keep sticking to your principles religiously and thus give them an easy attack vector for exploiting you.
it's not that they don't see/know the truth, it's that they don't care about truth. 

 I think I just ran myself outta town
but then again "new" strangers randomly said
some violent shit to me. But that whole street is like that
all the time now.
People that dont go there won't get sick of it,
but will also be the first to say that its all the same,
and that it aint that bad.

Iunno. I played sweetheart of morals and never minded it.
But 3+ people get stabbed there now at least every 1 1/2 weeks.

I dont want my life shortened because of some complete moron.

I feel like Charlton Heston. 

wildkats at the front steps

 

 people traded civilization for this