Let's Play To Graveyard Statues

 

06/29/2023 "Let's Play To Graveyard Statues"
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Set 1 had to redeem song playing so went and redeemed song playing.
but out to the peace of the cemetery

All improvised songs'o american folk are other ones, too, have to fix the wind sound issue in some.
(So I double the right channel which was a-ok and added slight delay so it isn't mono.
Then some distortion to boost it up.
Getting okay results with that, however not all wind! sounds! are salvegable, as with earlier resonator guitar videos you can tell it effects left and right channels.

Getting ontop of that and as I noted the Canon! is a lot(!) better and more forgiving than that nikon.

last track is Anyways (Pray to the Morning Song) which I'll pull out of this set and remake because it has some spiff to it and I'm feeling it out of the rest.

They won't even have known what they've  done,
will they? humankind(e) &
all
(t)
rest

But Nature, Natura is fine ever fine.
Why will they stand in 
a
forever
technomedicine line?

But Nature, Natura is fine ever fine.
When no bright comes light,
Or light comes dark
Up is high, and Mid Day is good
A cabinet full of Walnuts,
remedies to put up a strong fight
Like cloves and garlic and wormwood.

No repeats there, of forever-boosters,
4+ More lines on the card,
assigned,
Why would anyone think 
just one and then it's over?

No see, deep in the backdrop
Could cure lyme and dounce and cancers
In stead the regimen sees
party light science out tik tok dancers
Yea!

Natura HyperHerbs, banned
Dunning Kruger!,
comes along with a muzzle,
Social Credit System abuser
Hurrying to catch up upon
Divide and Conquer,
OWS being the bruiser.

Pure Blood, Fertile Women, Amyciopo Regions
of non-parasitical seeds
will be of high value
Media Cut Out, BlackOut of Stats,
System Feed Cut; No Renew.

Pumpkin Seeds, Pure Raw
For Halloween
Apple Cider Vinegar 
for good merit, also your Spleen
N.A.C, another soon to be banned
Sugar Dipped into Pure Pine Spirits
World Worms off your back
and off roots and guided hands.

Worms! Viru! Such a 
foggy Collective
Under the New Gods of Tyevee Science,
The New Guides! 
Popu Reduc Directive,

Speak not Of It
Speak not Of It
for Misery Loves Company
The Winds of Electric
Love Complexion
The Ill Will

of Herbal Defense
Speak Not Of It
To Brute In
Quisition.
For They Seek To Kill
If Only to Question

Say it not however
Dunning Kruger so ever clever
Grapevine tik tok cape sake alleys
Flouridian Manuscript Brain Wave
Anti Valleys
(they're just hicks, or shmucks, you know?
the transcribers of medicines days deep into
deep of deeper days old, Ode-In,)

Stray away from Colvidian Flouridian Disciples,
Fresher Greener Deeper valleys, Brighter Days

Diatomaceous breaking of flesh crawlers
Assertive inscriptors of   Bentonite clay
Imposing with Iodine, a Health Rebellion
Milks of Slippery elm 
but you must not tell a soul,
or a single soul
because the hooks are too deep
killers, stealers, snitchees, the 
profit of social control.
Parasites are promoted,
Promoted, Promoted, Promoted
Defend then for your salves
In this Pungent GynioCentric Priesthood
of Pineal Damaged Age of Colvid.

Shedding,
Shed,
Shedding,
Bacteria Impulsive
Shedding, Shedding
Split the Tick,
Die the Worms,
Sever Insipid Serpents.

In All Facets, Repair
The Worm People will Seek
To Eat the Internal, and Nerves
And Agendas, The Meek, The Air.

Well then, Christ, You store 
Foods for Later, Find Walnut Potions
and Can Only Watch, Then,
Oxy-powder Masses Go
Through The Motions
The Serpent Was The World Worm

All Along
Cast a sword through it
Silent-Like
Run on Spirit, Moving continue
Strong.

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

Persnikuets

Into the Air

Meyers Point

Some truck buried it on 4/15