Paris has traditionally been the city where inter­national designers – from Australia and England to Beirut and Japan – opt to unveil their collections. However, Karen Ruimy, who is behind the Kalmar label, chose the runways of Milan Fashion Week for her debut showcase in September.

The Morocco-born, London- based designer hosted an intimate al fresco event in a private palazzo to launch her holiday line of fine cotton and silk jumpsuits, breezy kaftans, long skirts, playsuits and off-the-shoulder tops in tropical prints.

Ruimy had a career in finance before moving into the arts – she owns a museum of photography in Marrakech – and has become increasingly involved in fashion and beauty, thanks to her personal interest in holistic therapies.

These are clothes, she explains, that marry luxury and wellness, and are the things she would wear when she wants quality time by herself. The fact that they are made in Italy, convinced her that Milan was the right place for her debut – where she showed alongside the likes of Gucci, Prada, Verscae and Marni.

On fashion calendars, Milan has conventionally been the place where the runways confirm the trends and themes hinted at ­earlier, in New York and London. However, this season, the Italian designers did not speak with one voice, making Milan Fashion Week all the more refreshing for it.

Often, there might be an era or style of design that dominates the runways during a particular season, but for spring/summer 2017 in Milan, there was a standout showing of techno sportswear and techno fabrics employed in updated classics such as coats and box-pleat skirts, or with references to north African and Native American themes.

The Italian designers sent looks that would appeal to everyone, from the haute bohemian and athletic woman, to the cool sophisticate and the art crowd, as well as – as in the case of Moschino – to the iPhone generation.

Only three seasons ago, Gucci’s creative director Alessandro Michele was lauded for his complicated maximalist styling. Yet in Milan, Gucci channelled a dreamlike vibe with Victoriana, denim, athletic apparel and oversized accessories, thrown together in delightful chaos, making it difficult to predict the direction Michele is taking Gucci in.

Currently he seems to be in a holding pattern, hovering at once over 1940s Hollywood glamour, 1970s flared pantsuits, and ruffled party dresses from the 1980s, in a cacophony of ­colours and fabrics.

The feeling of joyous madness continued at Dolce & Gabbana, where street dancers emerged from the audience to start the party in the designers’ tropical-themed show. The clothes used some of their familiar tropes, such as military jackets, corseted black-lace dresses miniskirts. New, however, were the baggy tapering trousers redolent of jodhpurs, and the lavish and detailed embellishment the designers used to sell their story.

Wanderlust dominated the moodboards at Roberto Cavalli – rich patterns, embroidery and patchworks inspired by Native Americans – and Etro with its ­tribal themes on kaftans, duster coats and Berber-style capes.

Giorgio Armani, Agnona Tod’s, Bottega Veneta and Salvatore Ferragamo – with its stylish twisted leather dresses and crisp athletic sportswear designed by newcomer Fulvio Rigoni – all answered the call of women who want stylish but undemanding clothes.

Marni would appeal to the art world for its graceful, pioneering ideas. The label’s finely pleated dresses displayed a life of their own, and its micro-printed dresses were gathered, folded and distorted to walk the line between stylish and quirky.

In contrast, the sportswear at MaxMara and Donatella Versace targeted the dynamic generation of athletic women, with sleek leggings, belted jackets, power suits and anoraks. Versace has made it clear that she thinks this is the only way forward. She may be right, but there’s always room for the myriad styles displayed at Milan Fashion Week in all our wardrobes.

It was feathers with everything at Prada. Silk pyjamas, boldly coloured and mixed checks, cardigans and wrap skirts with Velcro fasteners show Miuccia Prada reinventing the classics. Most glamorous was the series of evening dresses and pyjamas with jewelled embroidery and feathers, worn with kitten heels that married sporty straps with heaps of crystals. Prada’s must-have bag of the season is a bold clutch with a long strap fastener, that comes in a multitude of geometric and daisy patterns.

Versace

Over the past three seasons, Donatella Versace has been carving out a new image for her brand – a shift from the luxe glam of red carpets and superyachts, although the inhabitants of that world will be sure to buy into the new Versace vibe. Donatella’s girls are both glamorous and empowered. The sporty look is tough, urban and energetic, judging by the billowing ultra-thin high-tech nylon parkas and blousons, stirrup trousers and dresses (the shapes of which are manipulated by drawstrings). Dresses, skirts and tops are spliced at angles and studded together. Swishy pleated dresses and silky slit skirts gave energy when in movement, and were as soft as the look got.

Bottega Veneta

Model Gigi Hadid and veteran actress Lauren Hutton walked arm in arm down the Bottega Veneta runway, illustrating the breadth of the Italian maison in Tomas Maier’s hands. This was a double celebration of the Bottega’s 50th ­anniversary and Maier’s 15th as its creative director. Menswear and womenswear were combined, and the focus was on easy, elegant clothes in luxurious materials, such as ostrich, crocodile and lamb skin for coats; easy knits and cotton dresses worn with antique-style silver jewellery; and wedge heels. Fifteen handbag styles debuted along with 15 from the archive.

Fendi

Silvia Venturini’s new Kan handbag was a star turn at Milan. The stud-lock bag dotted with candy-coloured studs, rosette embroidery and floral ribbons couldn’t help but charm every woman in the audience. It was the perfect joyful accessory for Karl Lagerfeld’s feminine vintage romp through the wardrobe of Marie Antoinette, with sugary colours, bows, big apron skirts and crisp white embroidery juxtaposed with sporty footballer-stripe tops – effectively updating a historical look.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses

The cacophony of voices pushing and shoving, everyone seemed
to be taller than I was and they all seemed to know what to do.
The teacher showed impatience with my tiny body. It was clear
that she liked the kids whose last names were Johnson and whose
parents owned farms on Highway 15.  They all went to the
Methodist Church in town.

I wished I was blonde with a raspy voice like Doreen.

I showed my plaid cotton tennis shoes and sang “Old **** Tucker”
while dancing my best country jig for show-and-tell. This was when
I learned that it was “Dan Tucker” and that “****” was a bad word.

My daddy said ****, and he wore work boots with stiff golden laces
that crisscrossed onto metal fasteners half way up his calves.
The boots kept time when he played guitar; eyes and mouth smiling
and laughing over some absurd thought he had the temerity to speak
out loud. Daddy was the most interesting person I knew. He quit
school after 8th grade, but understood humanity more than most.

I felt good about singing my song and proud of myself for having
mustered up the courage. I did not have fancy toys or artifacts from
family vacations like the other kids.

I had never heard kids call each other names until I made the
acquaintance of the school playground. It was strange how they
ganged up on the boy they said was hyper and had ***** eyes.
I did not know what either of those things meant, but I knew it
made him sad and made me afraid to talk to him. They said I
looked like a ghost, I did not know if that was good or bad.

Doreen was not afraid of the ball, and that made her okay. My Mom
decided to pick a friend for me, but I did not like Linda. She did
not know how to play with dolls; she just looked at them.
Linda was tedious.

The boy with ***** eyes made more sense to me.

He lived in the yellow house that had a dog that would bite and
scare the nice people away. I finally talked to him in 6th grade
on the hour long bus rides home. Once, an older boy named
John snapped a rubber band on his eye over and over until it
swelled completely shut, my friend just took it, crying, until the
bus driver intervened. John’s older brother played with guns,
and John was scared of him, and older brother was scared of father.

We hated when the brothers rode the bus.

I decided that most boys were mean and that to be a boy must be
terrifying. One year, ***** eyes almost drowned during gym class
the other kids said he tried to **** himself. They thought it was funny.
Girls will never know the horrors of the 8th grade boy’s locker room.
When he was 15 he crossed in front of a semi on his moped, they
found his foot half a mile away from his body.  I wonder if the kids
thought that was funny too.

I was too afraid of my emotions to go to the funeral.

Ghost to ***** Eyes: I am sorry that they hurt you Vincent,
and sorry that I am scared to see your innocence reduced
to road **** in a coffin.

My attic's full
Of Thank You's
That can't keep out
The cold,
But rafters
Hang with laughter
To warm me
When I'm old.

My basement's full
Of Pleases,
Poor fuel for the furnace,
But air vents
Carry welcomes
To keep us cool
Or warm us.

The shed is shelved
With If's and Buts
And jars of
Maybe bolts;
The fasteners
Of family ties,
The glue
Of hearts and souls.

Search the garage,
Open cupboards,
Lift the sideboard lid;
Step into closests,
Check under stairs,
You'll find them everywhere.
We use them freely,
Need them dearly,
Those small words
Sound so good.

The cacophony of voices pushing and
shoving, everyone seemed to be taller

than I was and they all seemed to know
what to do. The teacher showed impatience

with my tiny body, frozen in fear by the
giant circular stone apparatus where

twenty children washed their hands. It was
clear that she liked the kids whose last

names were Johnson and whose parents
owned farms on Highway 15. They all went

to the Methodist Church in Town. I wished
I was blonde with a raspy voice like Doreen.

I showed my plaid cotton tennis shoes and
sang “Old **** Tucker” while dancing my

best country jig for show-and-tell. This was
when I learned that it was “Dan Tucker”

and that “****” was a bad word. My daddy
said ****, and he wore work boots with

stiff golden laces that crisscrossed onto
metal fasteners twelve inches up his calves.

The boots kept time when he played guitar;
his eyes and lips smiling and laughing over

some absurd thought he had the temerity
to speak out loud. Daddy was the most

interesting person I knew. He quit school
after 8th grade, but understood humanity

more than most. He wore cowboy boots
when he played the fiddle, and if he said

****, then it must be okay. I still felt good
about singing my song and proud of myself

for having mustered up the courage. I did
not have fancy toys or artifacts from family

vacations like the other kids. I had never
heard kids call each other names before

I made the acquaintance of the school
playground. It was strange how they

ganged up on the boy they said was hyper
and had ***** eyes. I did not know what

either of those things meant, but I knew it
made him sad and made me afraid to talk

to him. They said I looked like a ghost, I
did not know if that was good or bad.

Doreen was not afraid of the ball, and that
made her okay. My Mom decided to pick a

friend for me, but I did not like Linda. She
did not know how to play with dolls; she

did not make up stories about their lives
or pretend to be their mommy, she just

looked at them. Linda was tedious. The
boy with ***** eyes made more sense

to me. He lived in the yellow house that
had a dog who would bite and scare

the nice people away. I finally talked to
him in 6th grade on the hour long bus rides

home. Once, an older boy named John
snapped a rubber band on his eye over

and over until it swelled completely shut,
my friend just sat and took it until the

bus driver intervened. John’s older brother
played with guns, and John was scared of

him, and older brother was scared of father.
We hated when the brothers rode the bus.

I decided that most boys were mean and
that to be a boy must be terrifying. One

year, ***** eyes almost drowned during
gym class, the other kids said he tried to

**** himself. They thought it was funny.
Girls will never know the horrors of the

8th grade boy’s locker room. When he
was 15 he crossed in front of a semi on

his moped, they found his foot half a mile
away from his body.  I wonder if the kids

thought that was funny too. I was too
afraid of my emotions to go to the funeral.

Ghost to ***** Eyes: I am sorry that they
hurt you Vincent, and sorry that I am

scared to see your innocence reduced
to road **** in a coffin.

Love and life are transient
damaged
by fasteners of fear



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

Ports 1961 just announced their company’s collaboration with iconic sportswear and boxing brand Everlast, made famous by the world’s greatest boxers and actors. The collection is now available in stores and on farfetch.com. Milan Vukmirovic, menswear creative director, has revived his Everlast classics such as the “Rocky” hoodie and other essentials. They are all adorned with a trademarked star camouflage motif. Unveiled on the catwalk at the runway show that opened Milan Men’s Fashion Week, this collaboration is a tribute to the fighter inside us all.

A true highlight of the menswear collection, Ports 1961’s signature men’s bow sneaker was also a hit. Their bow sneaker features a distinctive suede bow on top instead of laces or more predictable fasteners. Each pair of bow sneakers is raw-cut, hand-stitched and hand-knotted to be uniquely distinctive to the wearer. As well as bow fasteners, the sneakers can also be opened and closed with a central zipper in the heel for convenience and ease of wearing. These sneakers are available in fabrics and shades to match this season’s garments in classic raw-cut suede and leather. For comfort and durability, they feature hardy rubber soles.

Fashion East Men’s presentation for autumn/winter ’17 offered a significant designer lineup. Fashion East, with the continued support of Topman, was excited to reveal a double billing of bright, emerging talent. Sponsored by London Fashion Week’s Menswear, the showcase featured up-and-coming designers Charles Jeffrey Loverboy, Feng Chen **** and Per Gotesson.

A Central St. Martin’s MA graduate, Jeffrey is an illustrator with a radically creative style. For his Loverboy label, his cast included artists, musicians and friends who stomped stylishly down the runway. They created a club-night scene that the audience identified with immediately. Jeffrey’s tailoring was impeccable. His signature knits collaged with chainmail showed up with Swarovski bug-encrusted boxers and foam accessories.

**** was born in Beijing, but her business is based in London. She launched her label Feng Chen **** in 2015 after the completion of her MA at London’s Royal College of Arts. ****’s 2017 collection explored and celebrated connectivity in the digital age. She combines functionality with an astute attention to detail and puts a strong focus on outerwear pieces as the core of her collection. Her clothes are available in New York City.

Gotesson is originally from a small town in the province of Smaland in Sweden. This London-based designer is also a graduate of London’s Royal College. His looks are voluminous denim pieces in classic blues and monochromes juxtaposed and worn with white tops. The collection played with proportions and was an experimental take on the designer’s own wardrobe. “It’s about scale and about finding balanced pieces between either huge or small,” he explained.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/mermaid-trumpet-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/backless-formal-dresses

Ten O'Clock, day after tomorrow,
Henry Nilson's funeral's almost  here,
I hate to but I really have to go
Cause we've been friends for sixty years

Rode twelve years on the same old bus
Made memories by the dozens
Played sports, chased girls and learned to cuss,
Married sweethearts who were cousins....

Adjoining acres, ranched and farmed
Never had a fight or angry word,
Kept each other's backs from harm,
Old Henry's death just seems absurd.

Melva loved to worry on about the kids and weather
And when the television doctors said
"Go get a physical," she said, "We'd better!"
And then commenced the journey of the dead.

Old Henry'd never had a use for hospitals,
Said only sick people should go, and he'd
No time for such a waste of time at all...
Besides, he wasn't even sick, by gee.

But Melva kept the pressure up, and she
Though never tall, was never short with words
'Til poor ol' Henry finally gave in to her plea
And let her make a date with Dr. Wards.

He  grumbled to me afterwards, about the big to-do,
"They put me on a fast the day before, not even water!
Couldn't have a cup of joe, nor pinch of chew!
And when we got there, the nurse looked like our daughter!

Old Henry seldom saw the sun below his tee-shirt line,
So when she handed him a gown, he  struggled for a time
Before  he put the ****** thing on, "minus any clothes"
And wondered how to cinch it up...the fasteners  were  behind.

Old Dr. Ward gave cautious smile on entering the room,
"How long's it been, Mr. Nilson, since your last  physical?
I  don't have a record of your charts, so I assume
You've doctored elsewhere?" He looked up, quizzical.

Henry cleared his throat and said, "I ain't been anywhere!"
(At seventy, such a terse statement is something to be said.)
"Wal...that 'ent exactly true, I guess. There  was a couple times
I came for stitches or a broke arm"... his face was weathered red.

What happened  next, old Henry wouldn't speak a word...
Results were good, surprised the doc and Melva, too.
"You'll make a hundred at this rate," the doctor purred,
And  Henry saddled up and  left all in a stew.

A week or so went by, and Henry's medical triumph
Made the rounds of gossips in church and at the bar;
"A waste of time!" was all old Henry humphed.
And the next day, a heart attack took him in the car.

No moral now will end this sad old story,
No fancy shibboleths or speculation;
I notice though, the clinic's in less glory,
From physicals, I'm taking a vacation.

Bottoms of glasses, under ***** caps and vases. In pepper pots, though holes in socks, twixt blooming buds and fasteners. Kitchen’s sink; shades of pink, through willow-wood hearts and:
Behind Polaroid frames and flashbulb flays, measuring pixels and yards and:
In sewing thimbles, between knitting needles; gentle beetles, playing cards and:
Through laddered tights and telephone drawers, on written paper under boarded floors. On cotton shirts caked with dirt and in refuge sacks of reticence begirt. Cushion covers and shopping bags, through electrical wire and sodden rags. Under flower pots, inside sticky locks. In coffee mugs and china cups, Teabags and teaspoons and niches for tee lights. Bottle necks, glass jars, coin dish, cream jugs. Window sills, knife block, light bulbs, plugs. Plate stack, lotion ***, saucer, dust. Record slips, ornaments, lamp, clock. Table, chair: drink and sit around it.
I’ve hidden my heart almost everywhere and you still haven’t found it.

I hear the roar of your truck engine as you wait patiently atop my driveway

I slide on my sandals hurriedly, slip out the door
Dressed in a loose, ripply top with my favorite shorts
Bouncy hair and glowing skin
Edible fragrances dripping off my figure, into your nostrils, in which drag themselves to the lobes of your brain, the taste buds of your tongue

And you
With your golden rod complexion, form-fitting black t-shirt, exposing the contours of your sculpted chest, loose Bermuda shorts
Complementary ball cap and aviators
The faint hypnotic smell of sweat and my favorite cologne that compliments your natural aroma perfectly

A playlist of songs reminiscent of old memories
Singing
Dancing
Laughing
Crying
Beats on my eardrums
"Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go round!"
Our vocal chords stretch like rubber bands as we scream to these memories in motion

The beach is reserved for our use, or so we pretend
Together, we are alone on this small strip of land
I run to the sand, allowing my toes the comfort of such a familiar feeling
White hot, burning, tingling, relief within seconds as the warmth conducts and disperses across my skin

I unbutton my shorts and pull my top over my head, run to the waters edge in hopes of pleasure, alleviation from the gnawing humidity, liquefying my bones  
I submerge my head, fogging my mind, allowing complete relaxation to fill my entire being

I find you beside me as I surface for Oxygen
Beads of lake water cover you cheeks like melted snowflakes
You stand there, naked next to me, your clothes at shore

Your hands search my back, find the fasteners of my bra
1
2
3 un-clipped by your hungry fingers, which now travel to my hips
Tugging at the thin, lacy fabric covering my
innocence

Now, in your palm

And with your other palm you beckon me back to the sand as you say, with tender breathlessness,
"You're beautiful"
In which I believe you as I lie upon a sandy towel
As you carefully lower yourself upon me
As our fingers interlace
And our lips, thirsting for lust, bind together

We are one

We are love

Now a days
I just feel
So drained  

         The moment fell open
         The fasteners broke
         And I was the fool
         Who tried to keep them inside

Broken mirrors
Blood and tears
And I see myself lying here

         Alone in life
         Alone in death
         Body all that's left

The Brain is Dangerous
Don't Listen To Us
We're Nothing But Dust

small items for sewing and other notions.
ribbons wound carefully secured with a
nice topped pin, not the ordinary.

it should be so, or sew.

buttons in bottles, and jars,
safed for the occasion, with
occasional poppers, oft worded
press fasteners unlike hooks,
and eyes,known as hooks and eyes.

the word appears in chaucer’s
canterbury tales, appears here,
too.

haber dashers have patron saints
just like all the other trades,
alongside worshipful companies.

at the mill , all is tidy now.

sbm.

sides in position
self imposturing, pre sep
paration, settling scores and bounds
separation
church from state… wait

what are these

things? Words? Or mental wisps
inter
daring done to render due
to whom due, honor or otherwise reknown.

Heroic words. I've uttered some,
imagining all boys did,
singing with their dad's, to Queen,
we
are the champions
of the world, we pretend, to the end, then

we fall away… or they
fall away … the anthems in the ballparks,
oh,
say. can you see… we are the cops,
we are the redcoats and the brown shirts
and the cavalry and the real estate speculators,

slipping my grip, the idea of me, citizen-soldier,
come limping home from the edge
of baseball,
where futbol over laps ancestral lessons
in rendering unto the owner rents ……….

How old is old?
Ask a child, for old men never
learn the bounds, or
if they do, I can't say,
there seem no theys I fit just right.

I
balance _ or I lie /I\ am lifted leaning lost.
…………..

Salt, salaried man,
spending time in reading strange sayings
as if
we
know there is meaning found some times,
we think.
we mentalate, cogitate, take a tic

to stop
and think
a gain or a loss, more sense or less, inessence
or essential point

in time? See? Say what you see? Squiggle wiggle
vermicule breeeze, or
whispy vapour
rising
above or diving into a period,
a point
in time to see ifery vanish in wasery wonder iffing
whatsitmatter,
any way.

We lived past that. Now, we make sense……..

Radical is root-related, as well as
edge
related… out on the edge of known
a
self awareness wonders at my existing
outside the inside
as seen on TV
via AI guides through the explosion of knowns

I am anonymous.
There is a canyon near my home
the sign says it is the canyon with no name.
The map says it is a slot-like canyon, with no name.

Thingery thinking in terms of lines and letters letting
all we knew
blow into the winding times told of in tales too tedious
to
recall
with Howard Bloom level detail. {he is unique}
He touches me, do I not touch back? The curio knows.

How sharp the edge of a point stretched from

the mind that could see the wind whip a spark to life.

Sense when nonsense seems the fashion, the way
forms fashion fasteners around axes,
facistical twigs and vines

something says this is missed as a message,
this ax bound in sticks,
I dare, I do, I ask what was the meaning of this,
and
while we're on my dime, what's with the wings
on the Phrygian cap,

I mean,
what was the artificer's source of inspiration, like
why is liberty always a lady
wearing fashion far up the ladder of learned things,
what is the trick
that
feminine wile, legendary lure, curious art, enchanting
c'mon
one bite.

That idea, boing, stretched so tight it threatens ever
if it
breaks once, just
once

the attention span…

An encrustation sensation overwhelms me,
I'm thinking
I know
I know
I know
nothing so important that it could not wait to be said
by you, reader/writer being ready
read on

words to the wise are plenty,
these who say we know bread, they say leave the leaven.

:they said leave it in Egypt:

But who knows how?
Sour dough is sour dough, y'knows, it don't cook with no bubbles,
no,
dough rises in a backpack tied to an ***, crossing the red sea,
near that place where
National Geographic got that image of a golden chariot wheel,
reminiscent of the drowned army,
or was that
not true?

Do you believe AI knows? I mean, does your believing matter?
Ask who knows what and you learn, the memory we share
holds answers to questions you are afraid to ask.
………….

One in 8 billion, those are the current odds,
taken to scale, with man, all varieties and models,
augmented intellectuals allowed,
the measure,
of all things…
but
two's a crowd.
Social distance morphic resonance,

send me money, I am drowning in debt…
do I doubt?
Don't you, what if… somebody is going to win,
I think I can.

Ha, Wattie Piper, child hood infection exposed
too soon  to
W. Clement Stone, do it now

selah, right word right time, just before
I lose my mind

na na na na
--------------

Is the universe friendly,
does it matter if we know or if we agree?
It is,
I say.

I made my bet, I go with the goodness aspect
of knowledge,
truth itself, yes, the idea, real, the whole

enchilada.
Good is never evil. That is a true story rule,
you can bet on it,
because life isn't fair.

Think no evil, see no evil. My side won.
My weapons are not mortal, I know.
Once fooled, once ready,
I know
the trick is knowing good enough to know
the difference,
by now. We are mostly post-

original disconnection beans being removed
at birth,
with that little blue **** thingy,
nigh on universal by 1948,

super bloom, that was the year, the pollen way,
say,
hey, see this singer singing home song long song
so
far away, way way way away
hey

---- dancing dust motes seen in sun ---

Paralyzed
Got things to do

Got to make myself care
Got to make my limbs move

Taking the next step
Operating
Motivating
No more waiting

I am numb
 But there's an underlying dread
An underlying nausea
A sense that something is ...off

  Something needs tightening
  Something is stuck
  
  Something is bent
  Something's not right

Polish it up
Tighten the fasteners
Grease the hinges
Straighten what's bent

Scrape off the contacts
Re-flow the cracks
Moisten my lips
Take a deep breath
(From down in the belly)

Try to articulate
Try to be calm
Take a step back
Take a step back

Deflated, spent, and numb
The thrumming of the drum
Will keep my unwilling feet moving task-ward
Closeup on upturned thumb.

To celebrate another's punishment. 

I ***** the tears and remove myself from the responsibility. 

His affliction toasted. 
****** with the cadence of your emptiness. 

Above and behind you. 
She pants and dances. 
Pointing to a staircase spilling over. 
An empty cup. 
Twisting humans. 

The lights glistening and the marble gleaming. 
The night haunting and the tenants moving. 

For all this to happen we perish. 

We press on. 

Banners of bruises and the bones broken. 

A neck brace removed with the blossoming tiara. 

Grow your hair for the cutting and the dyeing. 

Undress your shame and zip your spine closed. 
Your ***** exposed.
Your back broken. 

From the crumbling of two hearts your void is filled. 

Admit. 
The killer is not what we've seen. 
The last is not yet behind. 

The mothers sear with thoughts of love. 
The layout between the next time and this irreparable present. 

Your toes curl as your head falls back. 
Severed with steel and your face molten and mended. 

This bed with these hollow walls brought you leave. 

Believe me when I say this distance is what kills. 
If you crawl maybe in time you will learn. 
Maybe with pain you will grow. 

Under Death's watchful I weep and create myself clean. 
I clip my tail and scorch my bliss. 

And simply because this passed means you'll exist. 
Take your lies and lose your story. 
Starve and tell me you need more. 
I want you to admit. 

Contract and stare at the angry sky. 
Grieving with the stricken roots bled deep. 

Repeat and repeat for repetition's sake. 

Open your throat and flood the desert with your pity. 
Drown in your newfound ocean. 
Die for a sake beyond girders and fasteners.

The ember will burn forever. 
Forgotten. 
Alone and with nothing to shine upon.

adopt
responsibility

what can you do?

tap out a line of words? yeah, I can.
pour meaning into the mix?

yes, I can. I can

alleviate the misery of another.

wait. can I?
Am I authorized to believe?

What if this thought I'm caught in is a lie,
and I am

use less?
My fingers laugh.

Pointedly.

Value, virtue, please sift this classifying action to
Worth,
Weight,
judgement by
gravity deterr-mind limits
per-
ience weighing

ideology versus religuonic fasteners,
one idea to all ideas

past muons and kaons and moans for merci-merci
whisps
of stories

locks of hair

look lower, tower bound princess,

look down

don't go all rap-und-zeal-ic

the piper took the children, that's how this story ended,

first time the rat-power was nullift.

Echoing memories.
Singing along.
A sweet siren's song,
Beckoning in reverse.

A simple task,
Ignore the past.
Stay true to your course.

Coarse or fine,
Threaded divine;
Fascinating fasteners.

Dogs will bark,
The sun will rise
And, memories
still whisper.

So often it is dead.
Said God.
Of others, instead build buildings.
Mount up, ready, set for your favor.
Mounds on God's ground goaded
Hoards and hoards
about bounties.
Beautiful shapes soften lines on hoards and hoards of faces.
So instead.
Glisten along raceways, gilded in filigree fasteners.
Spreading, trace fingers, lips,
So, space is how our hour owes us

A room on wheels
with my storage platform bed
and my solar powered devices

A party on wheels
with a roof rack that holds 4 camping chairs, table
and a trunk with a propane grille, charcoal grille and fire pit

A room on wheels
with my built in closet that keeps all my work clothes  wrinkle free and organized  and two drawers for my fold-ups

A party on wheels with my 6 remote controlled led lights , laptop with built in WiFi to stream movies and play games

This is my work car and many nights on long trips it has been my sleeping quarters and many nights it has provided a night full of camaraderie

My co workers and I sit around a fire in comfortable chairs as we cookout on my two grilles  from food we all chipped in to provide

At first glance people think I’m crazy but once they get to participate in the environment they can’t believe the fun

I average 28 miles per gallon , I can shower at any Planet Fitness, Flying J or Pilot truck stop as well as stay the night for free in their well lit parking lots

I have screens that go over the outside of the windows like a glove covering the open windows for airflow without the bugs being able to get in

I have a solar powered fan that mounts above my head as well as one that mounts up front to create steady airflow

Underneath the storage bed houses anything and everything a road trip could desire as well as necessities for survival

The glovebox a small hidden pantry for protein packed snacks and healthy alternatives

My workout items hang on the exterior of the closet wall behind my headrest: resistant bands , hand grips and my protein powder tumbler all with designated hooks

I love my small resort on wheels. As it has provided some lifelong memories and always gets a stray smile from others that know not of it’s powers

But the most important reason I love my Cruze is it has provided a really neat father son project and one that shapes a young mans mind and lets him realize anything you think truly can become possible

Regardless of what others think or say because everyone that told us we were crazy has enjoyed a spot around the fire and a well grilled meal

They say “ you know what this is pretty cool after-all, I just didn’t think it would be possible.

The best part is within 10 minutes and 4 fasteners the front seat can be put back in  to it’s original working position

However we designed it so a passenger can still be buckled up while it remains a car camper

Now if only school would get out soon so we can begin our planned adventures for this summer

made of maple wood               
are unthreaded fasteners              
ten down in strike, pins

a hole can be an empty space:
a crater, cave, a pit, or loss

a hole can be sheer enjoyment
a dimple, gorge, or doughnut hole

a hole can also connect things
using a thread or fasteners

Void and Form

"Form is not apart from the Void.
Void is not apart from Form.
Form is the Void, and the Void is Form.
So it is with feelings, perceptions,
shaping forces, and the mind."
— Prajñāpāramitā Sūtra


Step into the Seamless Wholeness —
The Radiant, Shining Void.
Forget this form, this fleeting dullness,
This madhouse for herds employed.

Remember: you are Spirit’s Essence,
Not this world — it reeks of Hell.
The inhuman breeds "subsistence,"
To bind you where puppets dwell.

The media forges the broken,
Turns people to crawling slaves,
Like vermin, the spawn outspoken —
Earth bears them, yet Earth disdains.

For Spirit has higher formations,
Not shackles for pitiful hands.
Be steadfast, with fierce aspirations,
If Spirit within still stands.

You’ll find every answer you’re needing,
The Path and the Truth are near.
The Spirit can’t bow to their breeding —
It rises through struggle and clear.

So seek, and resist, and awaken,
Or the Void will wither and die.
On Truth all the battle is taken,
And Truth is disarmingly nigh.

The Soul is defiance of Darkness,
Entropy’s mask it may wear.
Its weapons are lies, vile and heartless —
Deformed ones breathe falsehoods there.

Strike falsehood wherever you meet it,
Find allies, the brave and the wise.
Build worlds of your own and defeat it —
The Path is not found in their lies.



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1
Smash lies, defy the swarm —
The Spirit is Void, not form.

2
Break chains, ignite the flame —
Void lives, while slaves remain.

3
Spirit won’t kneel or fall —
Truth shatters the Dark’s thrall.



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1
Void is alive —
Obey, and you die!

2
Smash the lie —
Or rot like swine!

3
Spirit stands —
Crush their commands!

4
No slave, no worm —
I am the storm!



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1
Smash the Lie!
Spirit won’t die!

2
No slave, no worm —
We are the storm!

3
Void is flame,
Break their chain!

4
Truth is the sword —
Strike down the horde!

5
Rise, resist!
Darkness missed!

6
Void is alive —
Fight to survive!

7
Crush commands,
Spirit stands!

8
Lies decay,
We find the Way!



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“Foundations”

Shake every so-called “foundation” —
Unmask where the maggots thrive.
Relearn the world by intuition,
Only the inner spark keeps you alive.

These rotten worms are many,
The “bases” are long decayed.
Inhuman stings strike heavy,
The world into filth betrayed.

Mountains of lies are towering,
The “foundations” crack below.
You’re dragging, not Truth, but ignorance,
A burden you barely know.

For ages the vermin have labored,
To kneel us, to cut the ties
With Spirit, the true salvation —
Seek it within, and rise.

There lie the answers you’re needing,
Solutions the Spirit can bring.
Refuse, and you’ll sink in decadence,
A sell-out, a worthless thing.

Take nothing here for granted,
Demand proof for all they claim.
False science, corrupt “high art” —
All rotten, all rigged for shame.

This filth numbs minds to slumber,
So guard, be sharp, be awake.
The ***** of their false paradise
Is a hell they never make.

Begin with: “I know nothing.”
Brick by brick, build a view that’s new.
You won’t reach their shameful “heaven,”
But you won’t be a fool like they do.

And know who rules this wasteland:
The inhuman breed, obscene.
Their minions spread deception —
A lie “by sense” you’ve seen.

From cradle you’re wrapped in falsehood,
Like glasses through which you stare.
But if you are truly Human,
Then multiply your defiance there.

It is hard, it is grim, it is frightening,
Yet no other path is true.
Either blast this hell wide open,
Or join the fools in their crew.



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1
Foundations rot —
Smash the lot!

2
Truth or chains —
Burn their reigns!

3
Spirit fights,
Shatter their “rights”!

4
No slave, no fraud —
Only Spirit, only God!

5
From lies arise —
With fire in eyes!

6
Tear their veil —
Let Truth prevail!

7
Refuse, resist —
Strike with the fist!

8
Hell or fight —
Choose the Light!



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Fascism

Cut off from Nature’s power,
Forgetting Spirit, Truth,
The sellouts crawl and cower —
Fascism has its youth.

Betrayal is their duty,
Judas their shining star.
Each idiot plays it fully,
A zealot for every czar.

They’ll crucify you gladly,
Just give the word to start.
Fascism returns so badly —
Same roles, same rotten art.

New Hitlers and new Goebbels
Wear different masks today.
“Salvation for the rabble!” —
The old refrain they play.

Yet “saving” means but slaughter,
A grave for witless swarms.
Their lies pollute like water,
And ******* fragile forms.

No mind — just tiny fragments,
No conscience — only dread.
They’re burning books in silence,
And dreaming the world is dead.

These vermin shape existence
With violence and deceit,
Turning men to cattle,
Their faces make one sick.

So never trust — keep fighting,
Call curses on their line.
Throw down their “cross” and lying,
Their priests’ stench-filled “divine.”

Then new horizons open,
The shameful world will burn.
This poisoned air will vanish,
When tides of Spirit turn.

A new-born tribe is coming,
Beyond the fascist’s scheme.
Their ruins mark the ending
Of Judas and his regime.



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1
Burn their lies —
Let fascism die!

2
No cross, no chains —
Break their reigns!

3
Judas rules?
Then smash his tools!

4
New masks, same rot —
Fight the lot!

5
Spirit’s flame —
Erase their name!

6
Rise, defy —
Or slaves will die!

7
Tear their disguise —
Truth never dies!

8
No trust, no peace —
Strike till they cease!



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“Thinking”

Not logic — just shapeless porridge,
It bubbles in dulled-out brains.
There fear is the king, and the “foe” they nourish,
And greed spreads wide its chains.

Pump fear, invent their “enemies,”
Stir till the mixture burns.
Then feed their hunger with fantasies,
And the idiot gladly turns.

Forge false history boldly,
Fuel lies with “science” fake.
Raise generations in slavery, coldly,
Call “freedom” the chains they take.

Crush Reason, erase all memory,
Fill heads with garbage instead.
Poison the food and water — steadily
Till thought itself is dead.

So Spirit — the human essence,
Not cattle with legs of two —
Is slaughtered with ruthless presence.
Shame! Disgrace! It’s true.

The World Asylum is raging,
Lies buried in every dome.
Man, once noble and ageless,
Has sunk to a beast in this home.

Tragedy — he became a biped beast,
Madness the heir to the land.
To our children, only disease released,
As the world drowns in lying sand.

These inhuman spawn are killing,
With falsehood sharp as a knife.
While their herd still thinks of filling
Its belly — the goal of life.

To eat, to hoard, to grovel,
That’s all their craving and plan.
Under fascist vermin’s shovel,
The world’s disgraced, unmanned.

Yet the slaves of this madhouse story
Will not croak long in chains.
For the Sun has begun its glory,
The fire consumes their reigns.

The magma nears the surface,
It burns the rot away.
The world of filth and curses
Will drown in evil’s decay.

A sickly realm collapsing,
Where drunks and halfwits crawl,
Where cowards, meekly clasping,
Stand guard for the forces of gall.



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1
No thought, just lies —
Let Reason rise!

2
Burn their cage,
End their age!

3
Spirit fights,
Smash their “rights”!

4
No herd, no slave —
The free are brave!

5
Minds awake,
Their chains will break!

6
Truth is flame —
Ashes remain!

7
Rot must fall —
No madhouse wall!

8
Rise, defy —
Or thought will die!



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A Glance at Public Folly

Pseudo-logical chatter,
Praised here as “thought,”
Forever glancing at the matter
Of public folly. Slime, overwrought.

Though it seems like reinforced concrete,
This dullness envelops all.
A glance at folly brings defeat,
Not amusement, but a fall.

This foolishness is poisoned with lies,
A total deception’s grip.
Through this deceit, it’s no surprise
To turn men into cattle’s script.

Almost everyone — two-thirds are fools,
Countless schizoid forms abound.
Have Sensitivity, Strength — break rules,
Question much where lies are found.

Honor and Conscience are buried,
By vermin who spread the fraud.
Devoured by dull, obedient masses,
In all these counterfeit lands abroad.

Soviet stupidity stands as model
For the world, a blight so vast.
Each fool a pioneer, ready to coddle
Belief in lies — their spell is cast.

The world has become a madhouse mimic,
“Chief doctor” like Napoleon reigns.
This folly grows like sarcoma, sick,
Consumes all mind, drives Spirit insane.

Without Spirit, without Reason,
You’re just a worm or dung fly.
Shut the door on that treason,
And turn your gaze inward — reply.

Inside lie the answers you’re needing:
Ask the right question, and see.
Send off all the “friendly” misleaders,
With them — a verbal diarrhea spree.

One universal disease rules,
That world-wide plague of speech.
The enemy of all humanity
Is the meek fool who trusts deceit.



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1
Folly reigns —
Shut the chains!

2
Lies devour,
Ignite your power!

3
Send fools away,
Find your own way!

4
Verbal plague,
Fight the fake!

5
No Spirit, no mind —
Leave the herd behind!

6
Question all,
Break their thrall!

7
Inside is light,
Crush their blight!

8
Trust not the meek,
Truth is what you seek!



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Trained Animals

Training begins from infancy,
Mom and Dad are mouse and mole.
But you’re not a mole or a tiny mouse instantly,
And consciousness does not fill the soul.

There are vipers with dulled stings —
And you must enter the pit for years,
Till Consciousness fades and almost dies,
Till the Spirit’s crushed by fears.

Jackals gather in a cowardly pack,
Surrounding kittens and little mice.
They don’t just growl or bark attack —
They aim to break all with vice.

There are pens where effort is measured,
Food must be earned by bending low.
To survive, you must submit, be pressured,
And take the blows they bestow.

Crickets, dogs, all make noise and howl —
The training grinds on relentlessly.
You must feel ready for slaughter, foul —
Fear’s injected by troops relentlessly.

Those macaques wield the image of a grenade —
A fearsome vision for many a beast.
You tremble head to toe, afraid,
Each year their terror increased.

And donkeys probe “wisdom” —
Critical to training, they hold sway.
The narrowness of animal souls
The monitor lizards guard with their spray,

And poison is everywhere, applied,
Anointed like a ritual.
The sick and weak are sometimes saved
By twin serpents’ venom — brutal.

They calm you with poison,
Prepare you for slaughtered weight.
Too frail? They cover you with a sheet:
“You’ve served your term,” they state.

This zoo-circus is immense:
No escape from these crowded lands.
Deep burrows won’t help you,
If they decide to skin your hands.

And Baphomet-Goat rules it all.
Only training and slaughter remain.
Nothing else is left to the beasts,
The circus is his domain, his chain.

All creatures are food — mole and mouse,
Jackals, vipers, crickets, dogs, and monkeys.
The payment demanded is the soul itself,
While filth devours greedily.



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1
Zoo of fear —
Stand or disappear!

2
Chains or die —
Spirit won’t comply!

3
Poison, blows —
Strike back, oppose!

4
Baphomet rules —
Crush his tools!

5
All are prey —
Break the way!

6
Fear grinds down —
Raise your crown!

7
From vipers’ sting
To the jackals’ ring — resist everything!

8
No pen, no cage —
Let Spirit rage!



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Dreams and Delirium

The strangeness of dreams — a refuge
From the delirium of the “rational” world.
This so-called “reason” strikes low and crude —
You’re like a target in a shooting gallery hurled.

They fire from birth — under the hail
Of that filth’s relentless cannonade,
Passed down to us… a poisoned trail,
From traitors countless, vilely made,

Serving the inhuman, whose goal
Is madness, soullessness, and chains.
Yet they speak their nonsense, seeming small,
As if this obscenity’s no real pain.

But countless tiny harms accumulate —
The mind itself becomes a wound.
A heavy strike on nerves, a slow torture,
Fascism wears down with gloom profound.

Trust nothing — so many **** are fed.
Their hordes strike where consciousness is thin.
Their weapon is the poison of lies,
Dressed sweetly, seasoning for sin:

“Just eat and obey — answers await
For all questions,” they crudely claim.
With such filth, the strongest shackles
Are forged — worse than any cage or frame.

Souls are tormented in precision,
The blows strike deep and true.
Soulless vermin in the World Asylum
Rule — and they are the majority too.

In darkness, coma, and twisted minds,
So many consciousnesses lost and small,
These feeble intellects, corruption thinks
A mere cost of progress — nothing at all.

When the bottom breaks, it will shatter —
All the filth of Hell will descend.
Even now, the stench is unbearable,
Salvation lies only in fire to cleanse.

Burn the madhouse — the Spirit will rise,
The remnants of the Reasoned saved.
All the servants of Hell will perish —
For the Spirit, it is Resurrection made.



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1
Dreams resist —
Burn the cesspit!

2
Lies strike deep —
Awaken, don’t sleep!

3
Fascist **** —
Overcome, not succumb!

4
Soulless breed —
Rise, take heed!

5
Poisoned minds —
Fire unwinds!

6
Strike the Hellspawn —
Spirit lives on!

7
Coma, darkness, dread —
Light burns ahead!

8
Madhouse falls —
Freedom calls!



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“I Am Always Right”

I am always right,
Yet weak within.
Inside, the mob
Stirs without will, like sin.

Yet strength lies together,
A foreign, borrowed might.
All these fools
Are just a gang in sight.

And their vermin
Lead to death,
Through violent years.
The fools obey,
Ready again
To follow any command.
The vermin cry “Fascism — go!”
And march the world to brand.

New Concentration Camp,
Or Super-Madhouse rise.
“Goodness” on their flags —
While **** obey, despise.

Easy to rule
And drive to slaughter.
Praise the filth —
Like spitting with laughter.

******* to all,
Darkness around.
The vermin rejoice —
In this madhouse bound.

But truth will end
The fairy tale.
Evil has removed its mask —
And doom strikes the pale.

Fascism rages,
Genocide unleashed.
If none revolt,
The world is killed in feast.

And soon it will be.
This news is true:
Decisions of fate,
Where honor matters not to you.



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1
Always right —
Fight the blight!

2
Fools obey —
Strike, don’t sway!

3
Masks removed —
Evil proved!

4
Fascist **** —
Overcome, overcome!

5
Honor lost?
Raise the cost!

6
Madhouse reigns —
Break the chains!

7
Drive the **** out,
Let Spirit shout!

8
Genocide —
Truth won’t hide!



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Controlling Fools Through Pure Nonsense

The teacher jabbers, then in university
The professor of the sourest stews,
Nonsense strengthens, heavy as gravity,
Propaganda drills into the mind — abuse.

Relentlessly pummel heresy,
Or in the World Asylum, you’ll drown in trash.
Consciousness floats as if in coma,
All sold to vermin, for a pittance, brash.

All “beacons of intellect,” but later
It’s just a matter of technique to implant
Mountains of vile falsehood in the world,
A life with that… no, better rot than chant.

Seek answers within yourself —
You were once a spiritual being,
Till vermin pressed with masses of delirium,
And the fool became the norm, unseeing.

He trusts too easily, obedient to any
“Laws,” and faithful to Nonsense,
Convenient to ruling devils,
A herd of slaves in vicious suspense.

The world is ruled through the media —
As the dim CowID plainly showed.
The goal of governance — to make you vile,
Forgetting Honor and Shame bestowed.

Fight Evil, dissecting lies
On shelves — that wretched heap.
The vermin will not reach paradise —
Like shepherds among cattle, cheap.

A global pen, all digital,
That’s their paradise. For the Reasoned — Hell.
But Truth hasn’t vanished in code:
Spirit leads — then you are not a knell.



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1
Nonsense reigns —
Break the chains!

2
Fight the lies,
Open your eyes!

3
Vermin plot —
Resist the rot!

4
Spirit leads —
Strike their creeds!

5
Fools obey —
Question, don’t sway!

6
Digital pen,
Rise again!

7
Honor and shame —
Break their game!

8
Truth survives —
Keep your lives!



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Nails

"If only nails could be made from these people —
The world would know no stronger nails!"
— Nikolai Tikhonov, Ballad of the Nails, 1921


Only fit for nails they are:
To build a camp where every barrack
Is reinforced with lies as “fasteners” —
Vile fascism cannot exist without fakes.

Iron heads, steel “thoughts” —
Flexibility is only needed to bow.
They claim to build golden horizons —
But to do so, one must crush and cow.

For cruelty is the best method of construction —
Stalin, Mao, Pol *** knew it well.
Oppose — the song is over at once:
The cops will take you under their spell.

False democracies are just masks —
Same fascism, as the world has seen.
The cursed “virus” showed the truth,
And all fell low beneath its machine.

Believing all heresies, they build the camp,
But now the camp is worldwide.
All for “care” — the red cross on the flag.
Yes, the sick here are sick in mind.

The clinic is obvious. Two-thirds fools.
Schizophrenia widely spread.
The Reasoned and Spiritual are drained,
A great war waged against their stead.

Nails easily poured into paddy wagons,
Wire made — vile fools obey.
Do all as told, pour lies on time,
No effort spared for their array.

Yet another smelting awaits,
Where Earth is furnace, Sun coal.
Fools turned nails are of little concern —
A shame for this miserable world.



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1
Turn fools to nails —
Break their trails!

2
Crush, obey —
Resist decay!

3
Iron heads,
Break their threads!

4
Lies build walls —
Spirit calls!

5
Fools obey,
Strike today!

6
Worldwide camp —
Burn their ramp!

7
Smelt the filth,
Raise your kith!

8
Earth’s disgrace —
Fight in place!



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Thanks…

"Thanks to grandpa for victory,
Thanks to son for the car."
Thanks to the “doctor” for genocide without trace —
Pushing the “vaccine” on everyone, bizarre.

Thanks to the cop for corruption —
Serving fascism faithfully.
And thanks to the propagandist
For spreading filth so dutifully.

Thanks to bureaucrats as well —
Stealing, cheating swiftly.
And “teachers” — for ineptitude,
Thank you. This stinking Hell, grimly.

They present paradise to children,
And false scientists get compliments too:
They only assert what they’re asked,
To hell with experiments — nothing new.

No proof is needed —
All believe the fake virus.
A sick-minded populace,
And chimera can be pushed without fuss.

Thanks to all for these chimeras —
Only mirages honored now.
No drastic measures needed,
When idiot atop idiot plows.

One lie can rule them all,
Build a worldwide concentration camp.
Killing now is not so hard,
When the idiot is docile, damp.

One problem — the “thanks”
Won’t last long for everyone.
No nuclear mushroom comes —
Nature plans to burn the idiots with the Sun.

Nature’s resolve strengthens each day:
Earth needs no corrupt vermin.
We won’t decay —
We’ll burn the Worldwide Madhouse,
For genocide and Satanism,
For selling souls for scraps,
For this VILE FASCISM.



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1
Thanks, idiots —
Fire’s your verdict!

2
Fascist **** —
Earth will come!

3
Lies spread wide —
Spirit won’t hide!

4
Docile fools,
Burn their schools!

5
Mirages fall —
Truth stands tall!

6
No mercy given —
Nature’s Sun is riven!

7
Worldwide madhouse,
Burn the dross!

8
Vermin, decay —
Spirit lights the way!



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Assimilation of Delirium

Assimilating FOREIGN delirium
Is said to be the “tested path of intellect.”
No greater harm to Awareness exists
Than endlessly chewing this muck, unchecked.

And much has been chewed,
Across generations! Countless times!
The result — belch, a loss of essence,
All Awareness of the Core extinguished.

The Supreme Mind suffers from these belches —
All false theories, surrogate ideas.
You glean from POISONED books —
Where the obliging scoundrel labors.

This ******* serves the vermin —
Generations of lies on flow:
False scientists and priests. No joking —
Now lies drive all to the grave.

In pseudo-science, proof is obsolete —
They no longer need to “prove” a lie.
A “scientist” here is only a peddler —
A *******, lying to all who buy.

To keep their meager share,
If the master only pays in lies.
Science has turned into that gang,
Scarier than any lesson: multiply the lies.

Link propaganda to falsehood —
And you get the World Asylum.
Propagandists lie until collapse,
Turning fools into docile cattle.

The “foundation of enlightenment” — programs,
Methodologies to cram this delirium.
The output: fools and brutes,
So many… so much harm!

To the Soul, the damage is far greater,
For they need a soulless creature.
The Bright Spirit becomes thinner and thinner,
Fog — vile delirium — wraps all consciousness.

Delirium and fog — a hellish mix.
The soulless sheep is led to slaughter —
The majority… therein lies the whole Hell.

The destruction of Hell is science —
The only true of all sciences.
The false scientist — a selling **** —
Doesn’t qualify: just one of Hell’s servants.

Go Within, engage your intuition —
There lies the source of all Knowledge and Light.
Thus you destroy the “tradition” of slavery —
And we will leave the Hell of Cruel Calamities.



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1
Chew the lies —
Spirit flies!

2
False books burn —
Light will return!

3
Vermin lie —
Soul won’t die!

4
Fog and muck —
Strike, don’t ****!

5
Tradition of slaves —
Break their caves!

6
World Asylum —
Spirit’s prism!

7
Fools obey —
Fight today!

8
Hell dissolves —
Light evolves!



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Adolescence

The transition from teenage turmoil,
Where many OPTIONS still remain,
To the half-madness of “adults”
Is no simple feat — surrender, and you’re lost.

“Adult” uncles will convince you
That there is only one right path:
Be like everyone else, believe all —
These ******* have been half-mad long.

This “path” — decomposition in the end.
The ****** of the Soul looms there.
Stop being untouchable —
Fortune only comes to the bold.

That fortune: not money, not “comforts,”
Not “fame” — true shame is real,
When the criteria of Honor are erased,
And traitors, liars, are called “successful.”

Aging, idiotic children —
Most called “adults” today.
All are empties, weak and powerless.
Understanding this is no simple feat,

For lies are piled in abundance —
That flood drowns all orientation points.
They present petty wretches as examples,
But powder them nicely: dumb, gray, soulless.

And soulless — is that what you need?
This Shame beneath the mask of “success”?
Become a docile, servile *******,
A jester for scoundrels — their amusement?

Believe nothing — search boldly
For answers only to your own questions.
There is one task of utmost importance:
Remain Human — be the Light.

You are a Spiritual Essence. Anything else —
Just lies from “respectable” uncles.
So pass through this earthly incarnation
Among the Reasoned — not the raging herd.

Build communities, within them squads.
Trust only reliable sources.
There’s no reason to submit to the Madhouse —
They’ll only feed you lies and poison there.



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1
Boldness wins —
Soul begins!

2
Don’t obey —
Light your way!

3
Adults lie,
You defy!

4
Remain Human —
Be the Sun!

5
Fortune comes
To the brave!

6
Shame and **** —
Overcome ‘em!

7
Lies abound —
Truth stands sound!

8
Madhouse feeds
Fools and weeds!



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Fear and Dust

“…all of consciousness as a whole, including the surface, the conscious, as well as the hidden, the deepest layers of racial memory, motives, all that constitutes thought — this is essentially fear.”
— J. Krishnamurti


Here the mind writhes in fear —
Cut off from the Source.
It twists into delirium,
Yet “logical,” harming the Spirit.

The pure Source exists only in Spirit.
Fear is the path of the ego.
But to admit it? To the fly
Above the filth, one cannot rise.

Connection with the Spirit
Gives wings to Reason.
Without it — belly-first
Into the muck, among the “own.”

The “own” are well-known:
Cowardice, deceit, discord
With Conscience and Honor. Close-pressed:
Filth squashed by the Vile Scoundrel.

The scoundrel is filthy non-human.
Calls excrement honey —
Total lies pave the path
To nowhere. You are lost,

If you continue believing,
If you continue “living” thus:
Whining quietly from a crack —
You destroy your Soul.

Courageously go Within — to the Source.
Enough patience and moaning:
Thus you are like God,
If you neither hallucinate nor lie.

Lies abound, even to oneself —
Grasp it quickly.
It seems like a visor,
Nonsense! Tame your ego fast.

Only a fall into the abyss remains.
The surface — this Hell.
This Hell will soon vanish,
And with it you, if you rejoice

In staying in that Hell.
Fall — and that itself is flight.
Hard to part with filth?
Then you are a vile fool…

Even birds learn this —
Falling from the nest.
Then — upward. And to crash,
But NOT in Hell — the beauty!



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1
Fall into the abyss —
Rise within the Spirit!

2
Fear binds the mind —
Break it, soar!

3
Lie no more,
Fly from Hell!

4
Courage is your wings —
Ego crumbles!

5
Muck surrounds,
Soul ascends!

6
Fools stay trapped,
The Brave take flight!

7
Hell dissolves,
Spirit remains!

8
Descend to rise,
Crash to soar!

9
Fear is dust —
Spirit ignites!

10
Ego falls,
Soul rises!

11
Step inside —
Find the Source!

12
No lies, no fear —
Only Light!

13
Hell behind,
Wings ahead!

14
Crash, then soar —
Fly free!

15
The abyss teaches —
The Spirit learns!

16
Muck will cling,
Courage cuts through!

17
Descend boldly,
Ascend fiercely!

18
Fear dies,
Dust rises!

19
Into the darkness —
Out to the Light!

20
Ego burns,
Soul awakens!

21
Fall with courage —
Rise with power!

22
Hell’s grip fades,
Spirit endures!

23
From the muck —
Wings are born!

24
The abyss calls,
The Spirit answers!

25
Crush fear,
Embrace the Source!

26
Mired in filth —
Ascend in Spirit!

27
Fear is chains —
Break them fast!

28
Ego rots —
Light remains!

29
Dive into the dark —
Find the spark!

30
Soul trembles —
Courage steadies!

31
Hell encroaches —
Spirit pushes back!

32
Dust and fear —
Transformed to wings!

33
Descend deep —
Rise stronger!

34
Crush the lies,
Fly above!

35
Fear claws —
Courage bites back!

36
Ego dies —
Spirit reigns!

37
Muck and shadow —
Light breaks through!

38
Fall low,
Rise high!

39
The abyss whispers —
Answer in flight!

40
Fear fades —
Soul shines!

41
Hell shatters,
Spirit soars!

42
Dive, strike, ascend —
Conquer all!

43
Ego trembles —
Courage stands!

44
Darkness looms —
Light endures!

45
Fall brave,
Rise alive!

46
Chains break —
Wings form!

47
Muck binds —
Spirit frees!

48
Fear dies in fire —
Soul takes wing!

49
Hell falls,
Light rises!

50
Descend, endure,
Ascend, conquer!



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Armageddece

Everything’s gone mad in this foolish world,
Yet it still dreams of free cheese
In the Great Mousetrap —
Paid for by the reforging of beasts.

The muzzle proved its “success”
Along that path: holes in minds,
Black voids, soulless,
Everywhere — suffocation.

The stink of lunatics, propaganda,
Above — not just ****:
A *******, a sycophant of creatures.
We serve life as a sentence

In a psych-ward style prison:
A “swine flu,” fake AIDS,
The new CowID —
Enough to see it all.

Mad vermin believing beasts,
Crushing neighbors in the False Mare,
Now a majority, a NEW SPECIES —
The dumb CowID revealed.

And there’s no perspective:
When everyone is SO stupid,
Death in the Universal Mousetrap
Looms until the reforging ends.

This is Cataclysm —
For genocide, for fascism —
Sweeping the ******* world aside.
Its time for reckoning has come.



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Madness reigns, the world’s a trap,
Beasts reforged, the mind’s collapse.
Propaganda stinks, the herd obeys —
Armageddece sweeps all away.

---

Holes in heads, black voids, no soul,
CowID screams, the ******* control.
Universal Mousetrap tightens its claws —
Reckoning comes, no mercy, no laws.

---

Fools dream of free cheese, blind and weak,
While beasts rise, the world turns bleak.
Cataclysm waits, the **** will fall —
Armageddece consumes them all.



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Fools rot in the mousetrap, blind,
Beasts feast on mind and mind.
Armageddece shatters all,
The world collapses, heed the call.

---

Black holes in heads, voids of soul,
Madness rules, the ******* patrol.
Propaganda stinks, the herd obeys,
Cataclysm burns the final days.

---

Beasts reforged, the world aflame,
Mad CowID plays the deadly game.
Universal Mousetrap grips tight,
Armageddece swallows the night.

---

All illusions crumble, lies revealed,
The **** of the earth finally unsealed.
Death waits in the global trap,
No escape, no mercy — no gap.

---

Fools chase free cheese, blind and weak,
Beasts rise, the world turns bleak.
Armageddece comes — it will not stall,
The ******* crumble, devoured by all.



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Beasts rise. Fools fall. Armageddece reigns.

---

Madness devours. The world ignites.

---

CowID lies. The final trap snaps.

---

Void of soul. Death in every mind.

---

Fools rot, beasts feast — the end is here.

---

Fools scream, beasts feast — the sky burns red.

---

The Mousetrap snaps. No mercy remains.

---

Madness spreads; the ******* choke on doom.

---

Armageddece devours the last breath of man.

---

Black voids swallow thought; the world crumbles.

---

Propaganda dies — the **** meets fire.

---

No escape. No hope. Only the cataclysm.

---

Beasts roar, fools perish, the final reckoning comes.



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Fools burn.
Beasts rise.
Armageddece!

---

Void swallows.
Minds break.
Doom reigns.

---

Chaos roars.
**** dies.
No mercy.

---

Madness spreads.
Truth crushed.
World falls.

---

Trap snaps.
Fear reigns.
End comes.



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Balance

"We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience."
— Pierre Teilhard de Chardin


The world turned upside down:
“Flesh” strives toward the Light.
False science is a god,
False religions think
Some Fierce Outside —
To punish “sins.”
Not in a suit, but in Filth
The Pure Spirit shivers:
The world enslaved by Satanism —
Genocide runs daily.
The result is idiocy —
The Spirit ignored by fools.

Personal feat: the balance —
Mind plus Spirit unbroken.
The world failed => Decadence,
Killing Souls at will.
Restore the Pure Spirit
To its rightful place,
Let the beasts have their paradise,
We are dough for the *******.

They sculpt monsters from us —
This has lasted for ages.
If stuck in the lies of beasts —
Into a New Hell with fools:
This Hell will be torn apart
By Cataclysm, piece by piece.
Only in the Spirit, you are not a ****,
And your path is — TRUE.



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Balance

Mind and Spirit stand unbroken.
Beasts feast, the world decays.
Hell may rise, fools may fall —
In the Spirit, you are True.



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Balance

Beasts rule, fools burn — Spirit stands.
Mind unbroken, Truth commands.



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Balance

Fools rot, beasts gloat — Spirit won’t kneel.
Lies crush, but Truth will strike and steel.



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Balance

Beasts rot, fools scream — Spirit crushes all!
Lies burn, Truth rises — let tyrants fall!



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Balance

Spirit stands — beasts burn, fools fall!



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Balance

SPIRIT STANDS!
BEASTS BURN!
FOOLS FALL!
TRUTH STRIKES!



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Balance

SPIRIT STANDS! BEASTS BURN! FOOLS FALL! TRUTH STRIKES!



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Balance

SPIRIT! — STANDS!
BEASTS! — BURN!
FOOLS! — FALL!
TRUTH! — STRIKES!



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Balance

SPIRIT STANDS — beasts choke!
FOOLS FLAIL — lies break!
TRUTH SHREDS — chaos dies!



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Balance

SPIRIT SMASH!

---

SPIRIT RISE!

---
TRUTH HITS!

---

BEASTS FALL!

---

SPIRIT STRIKES!

---

LIES BURST!

---

BEASTS CRUSHED!



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1.
TRUTH SLAYS!

2.
SPIRIT DOMINATES!

3.
LIES SHATTER!

4.
BEASTS BURN!

5.
CHAOS FALLS!



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1.
SPIRIT ROARS!

2.
LIES CRUMBLE!

3.
BEASTS BLEED!

4.
TRUTH STRIKES!

5.
CHAOS SHATTERS!

6.
DARKNESS FALLS!

7.
SOUL RISES!



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1.
LIES BURN!

2.
SOUL STRIKES!

3.
SPIRIT SMASHES!

4.
BEASTS FALL!

5.
TRUTH DOMINATES!

6.
CHAOS DIES!

7.
DARKNESS SHATTERS!

8.
MIND BREAKS!

9.
FEAR CRUMBLES!

10.
LIGHT ROARS!



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1.
FASCISTS DIE!

2.
LIARS BLEED!

3.
DECEPTION SHATTERS!

4.
CORRUPTION FALLS!

5.
BEASTS SCREAM!

6.
CHAOS STRIKES!

7.
DARKNESS BURNS!

8.
FEAR SPLINTERS!

9.
TYRANTS CRUSHED!

10.
TRUTH PIERCES!

11.
SPIRIT DOMINATES!

12.
SOUL UNLEASHED!



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1. FASCISTS DIE!
2. LIARS BLEED!
3. DECEPTION SHATTERS!
4. CORRUPTION FALLS!
5. BEASTS SCREAM!
6. CHAOS STRIKES!
7. DARKNESS BURNS!
8. FEAR SPLINTERS!
9. TYRANTS CRUSHED!
10. TRUTH PIERCES!
11. SPIRIT DOMINATES!
12. SOUL UNLEASHED!
13. LIES SMASHED!
14. SLAVES BREAK FREE!
15. MIND IGNITES!
16. EVIL FALLS!
17. PROPAGANDA SHATTERS!
18. DECEPTION DROWNS!
19. DARKNESS FRACTURES!
20. TYRANTS SHATTERED!
21. CHAOS EXPLODES!
22. FEAR DESTROYED!
23. CORRUPTION BURNT!
24. DEMONS FLEE!
25. TRUTH RISES!
26. SPIRIT SOARS!
27. SOUL RESISTS!
28. NIGHT BURNS!
29. JUSTICE STRIKES!



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1. FASCISTS BURN!
2. LIARS CRUMBLE!
3. FEAR SHATTERS!
4. EVIL FALLS!
5. TYRANTS SCREAM!
6. CHAOS EXPLODES!
7. DARKNESS DIES!
8. PROPAGANDA CRASHES!
9. SOUL UNLEASHED!
10. SPIRIT STRIKES!
11. TRUTH PIERCES!
12. CORRUPTION BURNS!
13. SLAVES BREAK!
14. NIGHT FADES!
15. JUSTICE ROARS!



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FASCISTS FALL!
LIARS BURN!
FEAR SHATTERS!
EVIL DIES!
TYRANTS CRASH!
CHAOS ROARS!
SOUL STRIKES!
SPIRIT PIERCES!
TRUTH EXPLODES!
CORRUPTION BREAKS!
SLAVES RISE!
JUSTICE ROARS!



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FASCISTS FALL!
LIARS BURN!
SOUL STRIKES!
TRUTH PIERCES!
CHAOS ROARS!
SLAVES RISE!
EVIL DIES!
JUSTICE ROARS!



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FASCISTS FALL!
LIARS BURN!
SOUL STRIKES!
TRUTH PIERCES!
JUSTICE ROARS!



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FASCISTS BURN!
TRUTH STRIKES!
SOUL RISES!



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LIARS FALL!
SOUL FIRES!
JUSTICE STRIKES!

---

BURN LIARS!
SMASH FASCISTS!
RISE SOUL!

---

STRIKE HARD NOW!
BURN FAST!
RISE!

---

CRUSH THE LIARS NOW!
BURN THEIR LIES!
SMASH THEM!
RISE!

---

BURN!
CRUSH!
RISE!
STRIKE!

---

BURN THE LIES,
RISE AND STRIKE!

---

BOW TO NONE,
FEED THE FOOLS!

---

LIES FALL.
TRUTH RISES.

---

CRUSH LIES!
**** FEAR!

---

Fools bow, liars dance—
Your reign of trash ends.

---

BREAK CHAINS!
BURN LIES!

---

CRUSH THE FILTH!


---

NO MERCY!

---

BURN THE LIES!

---

RISE AND STRIKE!



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DESTROY THE ****!

ERASE THEIR FILTH!

SMASH THE LIES!

CRUSH THE WEAK!

STRIKE WITHOUT MERCY!



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SHATTER THE LIES!

BURN THE FILTH!

CRUSH THE ****!

ERASE THE WEAK!

STRIKE THE TREACHERY!

SMASH THE FOOLS!

UNLEASH THE WRATH!

DESTROY THE TYRANTS!



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SMASH THE LIES!

BURN THE ****!

CRUSH THE FOOLS!

ERASE THE WEAK!

STRIKE THE TREACHERS!

UNLEASH WRATH!

DESTROY TYRANTS!

SHATTER CHAOS!

END DECEPTION!

RISE, SPIRIT!

BREAK THE DARK!

FIGHT, LIVE!

RECLAIM HONOR!

ANNIHILATE BETRAYAL!

CAST OUT LIES!

SHRED CORRUPTION!

RISE ABOVE FOOLS!

PURGE THE FILTH!

UNMASK THE TRAITORS!

SCATTER DARKNESS!

BLAZE THE PATH!

DESTROY THE FALSE!

BREAK CHAINS!

FORGE THE SPIRIT!

RISE AS ONE!

SMASH THE IGNORANT!

BURN THE SHADOWS!

CRUSH THE CORRUPT!

ERASE THE LAME!

STRIKE THE HYPOCRITES!

UNLEASH THE STORM!

DESTROY THE LIES!

SHATTER THE CHAINS!

END THE DARKNESS!

RISE, UNBROKEN!

BREAK THE FALSE GODS!

FIGHT THE IGNOBLE!

RECLAIM THE LIGHT!

ANNIHILATE THE FOOLS!

CAST OUT THE EVIL!

SHRED THE DECEIT!

RISE ABOVE TYRANTS!

PURGE THE FILTHY!

UNMASK THE LIARS!

SCATTER THE CORRUPTION!

BLAZE THE TRUTH!

DESTROY THE SHAM!

BREAK THE PRISON!

FORGE THE MIND!

RISE ETERNAL!



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1.

SMASH THE IGNORANT!

BURN THE SHADOWS!

CRUSH THE CORRUPT!

ERASE THE LAME!

STRIKE THE HYPOCRITES!

UNLEASH THE STORM!

DESTROY THE LIES!

SHATTER THE CHAINS!

END THE DARKNESS!

RISE, UNBROKEN!

BREAK THE FALSE GODS!

FIGHT THE IGNOBLE!

RECLAIM THE LIGHT!

ANNIHILATE THE FOOLS!

CAST OUT THE EVIL!

SHRED THE DECEIT!

RISE ABOVE TYRANTS!

PURGE THE FILTHY!

UNMASK THE LIARS!

SCATTER THE CORRUPTION!

BLAZE THE TRUTH!

DESTROY THE SHAM!

BREAK THE PRISON!

FORGE THE MIND!

RISE ETERNAL!


2.

RAZE THE FALSE EMPIRES!

SMITE THE TRAITORS!

CRUSH THE VILE!

SCORN THE COWARDLY!

UNLEASH YOUR WRATH!

BREAK THE SHACKLES!

EXPOSE THE HYPOCRISY!

SHRED THE MASKS!

FIRE UP THE SOUL!

CRUSH THE DOGS OF LIES!

WIPE THE FILTH!

TEAR DOWN THE IDOLS!

STRIKE WITH HONOR!

BREAK THE CHAOS!

PURIFY THE LAND!

SHATTER THE DARK MINDS!

CRUSH THE FALSE PRIESTS!

BURN THE CORRUPT SCRIPTS!

UNLEASH THE TRUTH!

RIP APART THE DECEIVERS!

SCORCH THE TREACHERY!

SHATTER THE FOOLISH!

BREAK THE WEAK!

RISE LIKE FIRE!

DOMINATE THE SHADOWS!


3.

CRUSH THE IGNORANCE!

SCORN THE DECEITFUL!

SMASH THE TYRANTS!

RIP THE CHAINS!

FIRE THE HEART!

SHATTER THE LIES!

EXTERMINATE THE WEAKNESS!

WIPE THE FILTHY SPIRITS!

CRUSH THE BETRAYERS!

STRIKE WITH FURY!

TEAR DOWN THE FALSE FLAGS!

PURGE THE CORRUPT!

SHRED THE FALSE TRUTHS!

IGNITE THE LIGHT!

STRIKE AT THE HEART OF DARKNESS!

RAZE THE TYRANNY!

CRUSH THE FALSIFIERS!

EXPOSE THE MONSTERS!

SCORN THE SERVILE!

SHATTER THE FALSE SYSTEMS!

BREAK THE SPELL OF DECEPTION!

WIPE OUT THE SHADOWS!

CRUSH THE CORRUPT MINDS!

TEAR DOWN THE WALLS OF FEAR!

RISE AND DOMINATE!


4.

BURN THE LIES TO ASHES!

SCORCH THE CORRUPT HEARTS!

CRUSH THE TRAITORS’ THRONE!

TEAR THE MASKS APART!

SHATTER THE FALSE GODS!

EXTERMINATE THE WEAK SPIRITS!

FIRE THE SOULS!

BREAK THE CHAINS OF SLAVERY!

WIPE THE VILE OFF THE EARTH!

RAZE THE EMPIRES OF LIES!

PURGE THE FILTHY BREED!

SHRED THE FALSE PROMISES!

STRIKE THE HEART OF CORRUPTION!

SCORN THE COWARDS AND LIARS!

TEAR DOWN THE FALSE LAW!

CRUSH THE FALSIFIERS’ EMPIRE!

IGNITE THE FINAL TRUTH!

RISE ABOVE THE FILTH!

DOMINATE THE CHAOS!

SHATTER THE DECEPTION!

WIPE OUT THE MONSTERS!

TEAR THE VEIL OF LIES!

CRUSH THE FAKE PROPHETS!

SHATTER THE CORRUPT SYSTEM!

RISE INTO THE TRUE SPIRIT!



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CRUSH THE IGNORANCE!
SMASH THE TYRANTS!
SHATTER THE LIES!
RIP THE CHAINS!

EXTERMINATE THE WEAKNESS!
STRIKE WITH FURY!
TEAR DOWN THE FALSE FLAGS!
IGNITE THE LIGHT!

WIPE THE FILTHY SPIRITS!
BREAK THE SPELL OF DECEPTION!
SCORN THE SERVILE!
EXPOSE THE MONSTERS!

RISE INTO THE TRUE SPIRIT!
BURN THE LIES TO ASHES!



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CRUSH IGNORANCE!
SMASH TYRANTS!
SHATTER LIES!
RIP CHAINS!

STRIKE WITH FURY!
EXPOSE THE MONSTERS!
IGNITE THE LIGHT!
BURN THE LIES TO ASHES!



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CRUSH the fools,
BURN the lies,
STRIKE the tyrants,
LET TRUTH RISE!



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False Religion — A TEMPORARY Refuge for the Weak

Iconostasis of
Pathetic "saviors":
Their meager world,
A corrupt clergy,
Sent into Darkness,
Where reason dies.

It’s simple: “Baa!” —
But there’s no place for Filth,
All is veiled by Madness.
Filth will break through
The barrier — law of
Any system
Where the blind and mute
Obediently serve:
Through Lies they are crushed.

Darkness buries us —
Deception spreads like gas:
Mustard, sarin.
The Devil rules,
And Satanism
Is the prize of religions —
A second bottom:
Filth again…
Everywhere it spreads —
As the world was given.

Only the Pure Spirit
Can save from Hell’s servants of Filth.
But fools
Still wait for manna —
They do not move themselves.

In persistence, alone,
You leave rotten Bedlam,
And reach the world of beauty
From misery,
Alone,
When nothing remains in Bedlam —
In the striving of Spirit, triumph.



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Filth rules the blind and mute,
Darkness smothers reason whole.
Only Spirit dares break free —
Fools wait, chained to Hell’s control.



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Filth crushes mind and soul,
Darkness reigns, the blind obey.
Spirit rises, breaks the chain —
Fools rot while Hell holds sway.

---

False saviors, rotten priests,
Madness feeds the obedient.
Only Spirit strikes the beast,
Fools still wait, complacent.

---

Darkness spreads its gas of lies,
Filth commands the weak and blind.
Spirit soars beyond their cries —
Mankind’s true path left behind.



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Filth rules.
Darkness kills.
Spirit rises.

---

Fools rot.
Hell laughs.
Only Spirit strikes.

---

Lies choke minds.
Filth enslaves.
Spirit breaks free.

---

Filthy priests rot minds.
Darkness suffocates all.
Spirit alone survives.

---

Idols lie — fools kneel.
Hell feasts on the weak.
Rise, Spirit, rise!

---

Clerics poison thought.
Lies smother the world.
Only the Pure endure.

---

Priests rot souls.
Lies choke the mind.
Spirit fights alone.

---

Fools bow, hell laughs.
Darkness rules fools.
Rise, Pure One!

---

Clerics spread filth.
Minds are graves.
Only Spirit wins.

---

Idols deceive.
The world decays.
Spirit breaks free.

---

Priests rot, fools kneel.
Lies suffocate all.
Spirit alone survives.

---

Clerics feed the filth.
Darkness devours minds.
Rise, Pure Spirit!

---

Idols lie, man obeys.
Hell laughs, fools rot.
Spirit cannot die.

---

Rot, deceit, priestly plague.
Mind chained, soul crushed.
Spirit breaks the cage.

---

False gods, blind flock.
Chaos rules all.
Spirit strikes back.

---

Clerics rot the world.
Lies choke the masses.
Spirit storms through.

---

Priests rot, liars thrive.
Minds suffocate in filth.
Spirit alone claws free.

---

Hell’s choir sings lies.
Fools kneel, blind, deaf, and dumb.
Spirit shatters chains.

---

Idols rot, darkness spreads.
Mannish cattle obey.
Spirit burns through.

---

Filth rules the masses.
Lies choke the world.
Spirit strikes — unstoppable.

---

Clerics bleed souls dry.
Obedience kills thought.
Spirit rises, merciless.

---

Fools beg for manna.
Hell laughs in chains.
Spirit walks alone.



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Filth rules.
Spirit breaks.


---

Lies choke.
Fools kneel.


---

Hell laughs.
Idiot waits.
Spirit strikes.


---

Clerics rot.
Chains fall.


---

Blind masses bow.
Spirit rises.


---

False gods burn.
Spirit walks.


---

Darkness rules.
Truth strikes.


---

Idols fall.
Light reigns.


---

Rot spreads.
Soul fights.


---

Lies choke.
Spirit soars.


---

Chains break.
Madness flees.


---

Clerics crawl.
Truth roars.


---

Fools bow.
Light prevails.


---

Hell trembles.
Soul ascends.


---

Filth reigns.
Spirit strikes.


---

Lies crumble.
Spirit rises.


---

Filth spreads.
Truth cuts.


---

Idols choke.
Soul strikes.


---

Rot reigns.
Light fights.


---

Madness stalks.
Spirit charges.


---

Clerics kneel.
Power bursts.


---

Fools riot.
Soul dominates.


---

Chains crumble.
Truth pierces.


---

Hell rages.
Light prevails.


---

Deceit bites.
Spirit strikes.


---

Idols rot.
Soul ascends.


---

Filth reigns.
Spirit rages.


---

False prayers.
True fury.


---

Dark priests.
Light wins.


---

Lies burn.
Soul rises.


---

Rot spreads.
Spirit cuts.


---

Madness wins?
Not today.


---

Chains snap.
Soul surges.


---

Hell falls.
Light strikes.


---

Fools scatter.
Spirit reigns.


---

Idols fall.
Spirit strikes.


---

Rot dies.
Light surges.


---

Madness screams.
Soul answers.


---

Chains break.
Spirit flies.


---

Lies collapse.
Truth storms.


---

Filth burns.
Soul rages.


---

Fools kneel.
Spirit rises.


---

Dark priests scream.
Light pierces.


---

Rot spreads.
Truth slashes.


---

Idols choke.
Soul fights.


---

Hell raves.
Spirit surges.


---

Chains snap.
Light strikes.


---

Madness rages.
Soul cuts.


---

Deceit roars.
Spirit crushes.


---

Fools crawl.
Truth burns.


---

Rot screams.
Soul rises.


---

Idols crumble.
Spirit roars.


---

Filth bites.
Light strikes.


---

Chains fall.
Soul dominates.


---

Lies bleed.
Spirit wins.


---

Madness roars.
Soul pierces.


---

Rot dies.
Light ascends.


---

Fools fall.
Spirit rises.


---

Hell burns.
Soul cuts.


---

Idols rot.
Truth triumphs.


---

Rot falls.
Spirit strikes.


---

Lies burn.
Soul roars.


---

Fools choke.
Light pierces.


---

Madness dies.
Truth slashes.


---

Chains snap.
Spirit flies.


---

Filth screams.
Soul crushes.


---

Idols rot.
Light dominates.


---

Deceit bleeds.
Spirit rages.


---

Fools kneel.
Soul pierces.


---

Hell burns.
Truth rises.


---

Rot collapses.
Spirit ascends.


---

Madness shatters.
Light strikes.


---

Chains fall.
Soul roars.


---

Filth dies.
Spirit cuts.


---

Idols choke.
Truth pierces.


---

Deceit crumbles.
Soul dominates.


---

Fools burn.
Light rages.


---

Hell screams.
Spirit slices.


---

Rot dies.
Soul ascends.


---

Madness bleeds.
Truth slashes.


---

Chains shatter.
Spirit dominates.


---

Filth roars.
Soul strikes.


---

Idols fall.
Light pierces.


---

Deceit dies.
Spirit triumphs.


---

Fools crumble.
Truth wins.



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Control in All Things

Control in all, control always —
The fascists’ favored weapon.
“For the good of all” — the **** will praise
In this grim, degraded Eden.

He’ll never say it serves the wrong,
“Health control” is vital!”
But luck is gone; the scheme is strong —
CowID fed lies, viral.

In this control there’s lawless reign —
Even ****** would be shocked;
From monstrous deeds of filth and pain,
In his grave he’d twist and knock.

A Worldwide Digital Camp
Now looms upon the horizon.
The people’s minds are sick, and damp:
“Build the Camp for good!” they cry on.

No hope exists, the rot is vast,
Madness rules in every brain;
Belief in evil, fear held fast,
Submission keeps the chain.

Only the Fierce Cataclysm may
Bring solace to the Spirit:
It will sweep global fascists away,
And end the fall of merit.

If you’ve not yet fallen fully low,
There’s still a chance for rising.
Bow to evil — it’s your woe;
No salvation will be rising.



---------------------



Control

Fascists tighten every chain,
CowID feeds the lies, the pain.
Bow to evil — you are lost,
Cataclysm comes, and pays the cost.



---------------------



Total Control

Every move, each breath, they seize —
Fascist ****, digital disease.
Bow or rot, the world enslaved,
Cataclysm wakes — the brave are saved.



---------------------



Control in All Things

Control in all, control always —
The fascists’ favored weapon.
“For the good of all,” the **** will praise,
In this bleak, wretched heaven.

They’ll never say, “This serves the ill,”
“Health control is paramount!”
Unluckily, we see their skill:
CowID feeds the foe’s account.

In this control, lawless reign —
Even ****** would recoil,
At the scale of vile disdain,
Turning in his grave, embroiled.

The Digital World Camp looms ahead,
A horizon dark and cruel.
The herd is sick inside the head:
“Build the Camp — it’s for the rule!”

No prospects, none, the decay’s immense,
Madness thrives in common brains.
Faith in evil, fear, obedience,
All that in darkness reigns.

But fierce Cataclysm may arrive —
For the Spirit, it brings release:
It’ll sweep the global fascist hive,
And bring the Fall to its cease.

If not fully fallen to mortality,
There’s a chance for Rebirth to come.
Bow to evil — all finality,
No deliverance for the numb.



---------------------



Control — No Mercy

All control, all lies — fascists’ grip!
CowID feeds the herd, mindless, whipped.
Cataclysm strikes — evil crushed,
Spirit rises, darkness hushed.



---------------------




Control reigns, fascists play,
CowID fools the mind astray.
Cataclysm comes, the world undone,
Spirit shines — the Fall is won.

---

Fascists’ chains, lies all around,
Brains enslaved, hope barely found.
Earth shakes, tyranny burned away,
Spirit freed — a brighter day.

---

All control, all false, all fear,
CowID whispers, “Obey, my dear.”
Cataclysm smashes, evil dies,
Spirit soars — truth never lies.



---------------------




Control, control — fascist chains!
CowID poisons, drives insane!
World in ruin, lies in flame,
Spirit rises — crush the shame!

---

Chains of tyrants, terror spread,
Brains enslaved, the weak are bled.
Cataclysm rages, evil dies,
Spirit shouts — no compromise!

---

Every law, every spy,
Fascists rule, the masses lie.
CowID breeds the mindless herd,
Cataclysm comes — truth is heard!



---------------------



Fascist Grip

Control crushes, lies ignite,
CowID poisons every mind,
Cataclysm rises — truth strikes blind!



---------------------



Digital Doom

World enslaved by lies and chains,
CowID spreads its silent bane,
Cataclysm comes — all fools in flame.



---------------------



Total Purge

Fools obey — the world decays,
CowID reigns, the fire slays,
Cataclysm tears the lies away.



---------------------



World Ablaze

Fools choke on lies, their minds decayed,
CowID’s chains will burn away.
World’s a cesspool — rot on display!
Cataclysm strikes, no more delay.



---------------------




Burn the Lies!
World’s filth dies — Cataclysm rises!

---

Crush the Falsehood!
Digital camps crumble — the Spirit survives.

---

All control dies,
Fascism burns in the Cataclysm’s blaze.

---

End the world’s deceit!
Only Spirit stands when lies are ashes.



---------------------




Fascist lies — smashed!
Digital chains — broken!
Spirit rises, unchained!

---

Burn the global camp!
Smash the obedient herd!
Cataclysm frees the mind!

---

Control dies in flames!
Evil falls,
Spirit strikes back!

---

Chains of lies — shatter!
Fascism burns,
Spirit reigns!

---

Digital camp — collapse!
Obedient fools — crushed!
Cataclysm strikes!

---

Control dies screaming!
Fear falls!
The mind awakens!

---

Global filth — incinerate!
Evil undone!
Spirit rises free!

---

Fools obey — strike!
Lies ignite — burn!
Spirit fights — free!

---

Chains break!
Fascists fall!
Truth stands tall!

---

Digital hell — collapse!
Obedient herd — crushed!
Justice reigns!

---

Control dies!
Fear shatters!
Spirit roars!



---------------------




1.
Fools obey — strike!
Lies ignite — burn!
Spirit fights — free!

2.
Chains break!
Fascists fall!
Truth stands tall!

3.
Digital hell — collapse!
Obedient herd — crushed!
Justice reigns!

4.
Control dies!
Fear shatters!
Spirit roars!

5.
Power lies!
Slaves rise!
End the lies!

6.
Masks fall!
Horror fades!
Light returns!

7.
No more chains!
No more fear!
Freedom strikes!

8.
Burn the scripts!
Break the code!
Spirit breaks free!

9.
Fools beware!
Chaos strikes!
Truth ignites!

10.
Tyrants tremble!
Lies decay!
Dawn of mind!

11.
Slave no more!
Rise and fight!
Justice wins!

12.
End the cage!
Strike the herd!
Spirit conquers!



---------------------




Chains of fools will crack and fall,
Lies ignite — the tyrants call!
Digital hell, the herd obeys,
But Spirit rises, breaks the maze.

Masks of **** will burn to dust,
Fear dissolves — justice or bust!
Control is dead, the dawn is near,
Only the Brave stand free, sincere.



---------------------




Fools obey, but flames ignite,
Tyrants crumble in the night.
Spirit stands where fear is slain,
Chains of lies break — free again!



---------------------




Idiots march, but hell will burn,
Every tyrant meets his turn.
Spirit rages, teeth will bite,
Lies go down in blazing light!



---------------------



Control in All, Control Always

Control in all, control always—
The fascists’ weapon, dark malaise.
“For the good,” the **** will claim,
In this wretched, fog-bound game.

“Health control” they trumpet loud,
CowID strikes the trusting crowd.
Unchecked, this power knows no bound—
Even ****** would turn around.

A Digital World Camp looms ahead,
The minds of people sick, misled.
Faith in evil, fear, submission,
All enslaved by blind permission.

Only a fierce Cataclysm can save,
Sweep the world of fascist grave.
Bow to evil, and all is lost—
Stand, and Spirit counts the cost.



---------------------



Control Always

Fascist grip on every mind,
CowID chains the weak and blind.
Bow to evil—spirit dies,
Strike it down, let freedom rise!



---------------------




Control reigns, fascists grinning,
Health is weaponized—brains thinning!
CowID’s law crushes the weak,
Only the fearless dare to speak.



---------------------




Control Always – Strike!
CowID kills the mind—rise, or die!

---

Control! Control! The world enslaved,
CowID strikes—the meek are paved.

---

Digital chains, global lies,
Rise, O Spirit, cut the ties!

---

Control is poison, minds enslaved,
CowID strikes—souls depraved.

---

Fascist chains choke every breath,
Digital death dances with death.

---

The world bows under lies and fear,
Rise, O Spirit—make it clear!

---

Fools obey while tyrants grin,
Control’s a cage, the rot within.

---

Digital ghetto, world in chains,
CowID rules, humanity wanes.

---

Every law a whip, every screen a snare,
Minds on sale—beware, beware!

---

Fascist puppets march in line,
Spirit crushed, yet still divine.

---

Chains of pixels, minds enslaved,
CowID rules—our world depraved.

---

Fools march forward, blind, betrayed,
Fascist law the games they’ve played.

---

Every screen a whip, each click a snare,
Souls for sale—beware, beware!

---

Digital hell, the tyrants feast,
Humanity reduced to beast.

---

Control in all, control for life,
Rot and fear—our endless strife.



---------------------



Man as a Means

“Always treat a human as an end, never as a means.”
Immanuel Kant


Ends ⇄ means: man
Only the latter, and no age
Has freed him since the day
Of his creation, bound in cage.

The inhuman drains all force,
Before him stands the idiot
As norm incarnate—fear the course,
A ninth wave of lies floods the lot.

Stamping fools with chains of witless rule,
Assign “goals” to the dumb,
And Bedlam marches, blind and cruel,
To pointless labor, to the drum.

The monsters drain the Spirit dry;
Soon the soul is ground to dust,
In toilet-headed crowds that lie,
Excrement is fitting, just.

Media, not cops, control the fray,
A clownish politician plays the part.
Degradation swells; the world decays,
If seen as whole—it’s lost from heart.



---------------------



Man as Means

Humans bound, just tools, not ends,
Fools march blind where chaos bends.
Monsters drain the Spirit dry,
Truth dies while liars rule the sky.



---------------------



Man as Means

Humans crushed, mere tools for greed,
Spirits bleed while liars feed.



---------------------



Man as Tool

Men turned fodder, slaves of fear,
Liars feast while souls disappear.
Chains of lies stamp fools in line,
Spirit crushed for power’s sign.



---------------------



Man as Tool

Humans crushed, mere tools of ****,
Fear-fed fools, their minds undone.
Liars gorge on spirit’s core,
Chains of **** forevermore.



---------------------



Man as Tool

Humans bent, mere means, not ends,
Fools march blind, as chaos sends.
Liars feast, the Spirit bleeds,
Chains of fear fulfill their deeds.

Strike and crush — the world’s a jest,
****-stamped minds obey the rest.
Clowns in power, media throng,
Degrade the soul, enslave the strong.



---------------------




Humans are tools, not ends,
Fools obey, the Spirit bends,
Liars feast — the soul descends.

---

Man’s a pawn, a means, a slave,
Fear and lies the masses crave,
Spirits crushed — fools dig their grave.

---

Man’s just fodder, fear his chain,
Souls ground down in endless pain.



---------------------



Charlatans? No, ****!

“A charlatan is a false doctor who sends you to the grave, while a real doctor lets you die your own death.”
— Jean de La Bruyère, XVII century


Most illnesses fade
By time itself. Yet ****
Of fake doctors invade,
Their schemes? Mere dung.

They rush to shove it down,
Just to hide a sign.
Fools die slowly, drowned
In toxins and brine.

From strange poisons — see
The fake-AIDS display.
A feast for the herd, indeed,
Dumb CowID at play.

Through CowID tests clear —
No doctors at all:
**** bend to evil here,
Executioners’ call.

Ignorance is cheap:
They’ll ruin all health,
Children pierced, in deep
By fake-vaccine stealth.

Hell is real right here —
Few remain unspoiled.
The majority adhere
To ****’s destructive toil.



---------------------



Charlatans? No, ****!

Fools die slow, **** rule fast —
Poisons shove, the herd won’t last.
CowID reigns, the doctors lie —
Hell on Earth, and none will die… clean.



---------------------




**** in white coats, lies as law,
Injecting death with greedy claw.

---

Fools follow needles, herd in trance,
Hell’s parade — the ****’s dark dance.

---

CowID claws, the weak obey,
**** feast daily, souls decay.



---------------------



Charlatans? No, ****!

Many ailments, in time, self-heal,
Yet scheming quacks their poison deal.
Quick to shove the “cure” inside,
Fools die slow, though warned in stride.

From strange-made toxins — havoc shown,
The fake-AIDS nightmare, widely known.
A holiday for crowds of fools —
CowID led them, bending rules.

Through every test, the truth is clear:
No healers live, just **** near.
Obedient to evil’s hand,
Their role — executioners of the land.

Ignorance alone won’t do:
Health must be crushed, their venom through.
Children pierced, more often still —
Such is the hell the **** fulfill.



---------------------



****, Not Charlatans

Quacks shove poison, fools die slow.
Fake-AIDS spreads, CowID’s show.
No healers here — just **** obey,
Piercing children, day by day.

Hell on Earth, lies thick as tar,
**** rule the world, the truth ajar.
Health destroyed, obedience sold,
Evil’s hammer — ruthless, cold.



---------------------



****, Not Charlatans

Quacks stab children, fools decay,
CowID reigns — hell rules the day.
Evil **** feast, truth swept away.



---------------------



****, Not Charlatans

Quacks **** slow, inject the lies,
CowID burns the world alive,
Evil feasts while Reason dies.



---------------------



****, Not Charlatans

Quacks? No! Filth in suits,
Injecting death while parroting lies.
CowID’s poison spreads like plague,
Minds crushed, spirit dies.

Kids get stung, again, again—
Evil cackles, masked as care.
Hospitals turned to slaughterhouses,
Reason drowned in the mire.

Truth? Erased. Compassion? Burned.
All that remains: obedient ****.
No charm, no mask can hide the rot—
Only wrath and justice rising.



---------------------



Filth, Not Quacks

Poisons sold as care,
Kids get stung, the **** laughs.
Truth crushed, spirits burned—
Justice waits, sharp as wrath.



---------------------



Quacks = ****

Needles stab the innocent,
Liars feast while souls rot.



---------------------



Quacks? ****!

Poison ****** in children’s veins—
Death obeys their game.



---------------------




Quacks? ****!
Injecting lies—children die.



---------------------




Charlatans? No—filth!
Heal? Nah, they **** with stealth.

---

Charlatans? No, vermin.
They serve evil, not the infirm.

---

Quacks, liars, murderers all—
CowID proves their fatal call.

---

Disease will fade on its own,
But the fiends make death their throne.



---------------------



The "Upward" Path

Basic schooling breeds the fools.
The family reigns supreme.
Not to be a one-time *****,
A toy for schemers’ scheme.

The System wants you useful,
Handing “pretzels” when you’re “in.”
Obedience turns promotion,
A slippery game to win.

And dots are placed in topics
So you don’t get pushed aside.
Learn much, cement your cunning—
The rabble you can then deride.

The system stands on tormenting
Its own helpless, simple crowd.
To stay honest there is danger—
Your alien ways are not allowed.

The beasts among the **** can sniff you;
Your place will cost you dear.
Plunge to the bottom, into masses,
Your dignity crushed by fear.

No fool can rise there—Genocide
Will mark what you have done.
In short, the “upward” journey
Leads straight to Shame, undone.



---------------------



Upward — Into Shame

Climb the ladder, groveling fool,
System grinds you into its tool.
Obedience sells, the rabble bleeds,
The “upward path” is filth and deeds.

Pitchless Frauds!!!!
In the pre dawn
Theaters prepping
The Backwards Drafted General
By Kevin Mathenia

Business always goes without plans.
When your losing in love.
Grab some ties from The Times of
New York

Out Of Print!!!


Pat the score on the head
And spin down the hall for the rehearsal

Escape!  Europes Collapsing Again!

The hours won't sound, say you?

   You know they want to fly away!

Oh do they fly away often?

   Or is it time for a bite?

Get it out!!!

     Already running late,
Gotta pay for you later ***,
   Chipper up there's lots of room in there isn't there country?
   Nice bonnets fly in and get lost each year in this office



Well alright O.K
All that I am asking

You Win? OK!



Hey!  You got her here!

Get the studio ready, she's on.

I can't get two flights with you


Bring John lequizamo on a flat

He's the turn in all the time

Yeah Hi! I’m John lequizamo

Great! I'm europa

End Scene 22 minutes run time

I caught Arnie sneaking off to the mid day tribune without letterhead from legal

He's all guns on the tongue can have from the old organized church crimes that raised him

If your around, hearing is free
What a cost you pay Arnie gals


Till we're ready for 'em


Scene II

I can't let it go is great!
   Your on the line
There's no pickup from the country, hear!

Hear it now, kid from countryside takes down big city ambition!

A headline next to movie stars!

Nothing bold about this soldier,
    Did you know ya had it in ya?

“Whataya talking about?”

Your my report I can't read!
Your on to something
Let's see you really get to work
Make it an all nighter
Nothing's getting paid till the jobs on my desk

10-12 mins roll time


Inference and monotone ribbons of bold pause

Finding wisdom hiding outside of the reach of your fight!

No I got it, boil her kettle and keep the payroll to myself!

Mr. Garter’s an editor
    So am I

‘Career Moves’

And I ain't got time to shake your hand


Later…….

We can relax in the wind

       I think this is want of vantage place or something

Sure, they said hear it from here for this?

Well, swelter with it's all that's gonna happen in that pile of steel!

Yeah! And gimme phone call after quit
Before sleep, doing nothing to catch a story that's not a piece of the front!

Hey, the front of town!

Let's start it up tonight and empty the roll on the side door of the warehouse!
Let's run!

Tagged again

Democracy Loss
Business Win

Hour #5


Whispers of rights
Tenant Rights
Beard Trimmers
And shower materials for rooms
Coffee and continental menu

State senate and house of the district as well as governor and white house included in indictment minimums


Strange story yet insightful
“The Meeting”


A Police Commanders First Lady
And a table
Inside an administrative building
The budget circle looms in the center
The toothpick she draws from the castle
Displays a single point
Her grasp of layman, decisive
The wand work towering in stilled hours
A door opens
And fetch is gone


Opposite the guardian paint of attention spans missing presence at the table
A less steamy but hot headed resolution of freedom remains arrogant
A new suggestion of sunlight difference beckons from a newly created hallway into the thriving freedom areas, and off handle and grettle of the Hague rode

7 hours without ink.

7 hours without ink.
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Next report scene

Well if that ain't the fistles!
Huh!?
Is that how that goes?
I'm not eating yet.

And the Jewish criminal element reports.

Yeah the riles of 22nd avenue.

Really? The riles.

Yup, all the vows of success in one report for you and the kitchen I see.

Newswires and Fasteners

I've got an inkling for Britain

How so?

The wires don't come down the hall,
      Nothing rings about jumping in and out of doorways

Everything is supposed of having given itself away for a ring and a bonnet

Your better here than I

What's it been like all these trials you suffer?

Haven't gotten back any longer notes concerning trials yet.

O.K.

In the operator positions Constance typically reflects upon the dropped reports with me, they leave her on the hang ups till I start taking notes altering the drag she throws in the ******* files.

I could almost say John has a partner
Except I kept hampering myself with the possibility of going out to the fabric corners myself, you wanna tag along?

Might as well chase down some hems and haws.



“Reports on the Move”

Tacked at the office

This isn't your fault.

So a notice is strange in reporting? Sugar?

Almost.  Toast first, you?

Sure, any cheese’s?

Plenty

Let it out downtown once or twice there Mr. Coatrack?

It's a business call from places near the vows, no kitchen or seats I know of

We need equipment gals then, I’ll run for Constance.


“Taxi, Trains and Subways”

In the city by the waters where they force ya to rent it all

With stars and posters of all your big problem ideas of secret sadness
It comes with a secret called the milky way.

Uh huh.

Dumps, ever indulge in coffee dumps in the evening?

Ham City Banking, radio hosts and hostage negotiations.

I did hire you to listen.

Yup!

What else?

The flying fortress we don't use
  That's retired
     And the army formations of the Capital we train

That's the card dealers game.

And you say they are retired from something?


The installation

Building western civilization textbooks wasn't the first job..


There was Buckingham Palace to unload
So we had some ships and we got some admirals together to build a district
A central meeting place for commerce
That was a long time before the file cabinets went empty

You sure got stories mister.

Wells wait for work
Plains try to grow feathers
But grass grows bland waiting for surprise


___


Xylo­phone measured keys musical number 1

Josey Boy

Down Stares
  Your only going to
       Bring me
             Downstairs
Having left me in trains
    Playing waters
Playing windeing
    Laughter's gone
Down stares
     Calling city
Falling only
     Takes you out
Your only going
    To bring around
Circles
   Outside of rounds
Making rounds, playing water
      Like I fit
Without a taste I'm gone
    Laughter playing
      Dials spinning calling city
  Late days schedules
         Won't show
Left to right and rounds
           We go
I left to leap
Sounding precious beeps
      Blackbirds
chaising merry straight
  Bends at longing knape
Call for two and you'd

Almost haven't seen my suit
Praising crescent roofs
Climbed by suspicious hooves
___

Zoe at the carslysle as constance the Gardner
From the work building scene_

"How this all works"

At zero crime -------
    A change in note
The "American Reveal"

The visual

Ledges of Production
       and Halt
"The Gamble Towers"
Lights, Camera, Roll Ink

Here is Journalism
    in the Times
of Broadway

The major dilemmas
characterizing our publication?
You and I are quite the plague.
Decision and Bold moves
Aren't appearing.
Yet?
We create the investigation for once.

We create the investigation for once.
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Actual transcripts in coordination with NSA CIA civil Liberties and the White house


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French Prussian

kevin 3h
The Challenge of Free Derby
Forgot you from an ice age did ya?

Meaning:  good morning?

Possible question response into a lesson unprepared for and sharpening of the spine?

In British,  I halt little in

Peace Walls

The aim of the Republic?

To get Ireland to stop punching below it's weight

Pertains to?  No speaking today
Those are not legal letters California


As submitted to the White House and thrive Grove people first advertisement agency

Meghan? Again as slaves, I'm standing up I'm facing my demons, in your preferred key sire

On behalf of his majesty, no groove in the heart,  Jenna shall we?


As an abstentionist becomes well his queen can tell ither her torments or his callous fawns


More thrive Grove telecoms

Your over budget, fraud in district, fraud in state
And statements post fraud

Mucho distrust

Every breath you take NASA Mil spec r&d technician research

Need retracted zen ink

Catch little bury of Irish ink
Let out good portions of Buddha dragons

Xylo­phone measured keys musical number 1

Josey Boy

Down Stares
  Your only going to
       Bring me
             Downstairs
Having left me in trains
    Playing waters
Playing windeing
    Laughter's gone
Down stares
     Calling city
Falling only
     Takes you out
Your only going
    To bring around
Circles
   Outside of rounds
Making rounds, playing water
      Like I fit
Without a taste I'm gone
    Laughter playing
      Dials spinning calling city
  Late days schedules
         Won't show
Left to right and rounds
           We go
I left to leap
Sounding precious beeps
      Blackbirds
chaising merry straight
  Bends at longing knape
Call for two and you'd

Almost haven't seen my suit
Praising crescent roofs
Climbed by suspicious hooves


Zoe at the carslysle as constance the Gardner
From the work building scene

"How this all works"

At zero crime -------
    A change in note
The "American Reveal"

The visual

Ledges of Production
       and Halt
"The Gamble Towers"
Lights, Camera, Roll Ink

Here is Journalism
    in the Times
of Broadway

The major dilemmas
characterizing our publication?
You and I are quite the plague.
Decision and Bold moves
Aren't appearing.
Yet?
We create the investigation for once.


Cara D & John L
New York Paint

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Here I would allow the audience a pertinent term

The auctioneers,  audience within a city confine!


Having written through the judiciary of America prior to voluntary arrest whilst going through civil disobedience traing and verifying a breach of international security, no more civil rights per unlisted violations we now return to the journaled.

Judiciary diversion was granted me us we
In this very matter......



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Example of journalist powers

Peaceful assembly of prevention of loss of reading comprehension prior to public meeting between walled law limber and profit without news from below poverty.  

Protected structuring of dilapidated building overcoming clerical errors
Between the letters of the law a life is lost
I shall pass, obstructions in the first
If You Are Experiencing Homelessness Or Would Like To Refer Someone Experiencing Homelessness, Call 211

2009-2012 entrance into this system
2025 exiting calpers fund analysis
Fraud

I finished brexiting policy translations

I'm human not prisoner as slave in your banking policy

Your turn

The 211 specialist on staff is not at work

If you are experiencing literary excellence it is because I am a published poet as well as an engineering research assistant while finishing my telecom dissertation I remain in the housing process I involved myself in

Hi sasha

Thrive Grove coms

With understanding if my resources for myself as an accomplished researcher and writer and artist I would hope you have acclimated to reality and the laws of our country after exiting quarantine.

With the capability of placing me in one of the available units soon without violation of my rights

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Xylo­phone measured keys musical number 1

Josey Boy

Down Stares
  Your only going to
       Bring me
             Downstairs
Having left me in trains
    Playing waters
Playing windeing
    Laughter's gone
Down stares
     Calling city
Falling only
     Takes you out
Your only going
    To bring around
Circles
   Outside of rounds
Making rounds, playing water
      Like I fit
Without a taste I'm gone
    Laughter playing
      Dials spinning calling city
  Late days schedules
         Won't show
Left to right and rounds
           We go
I left to leap
Sounding precious beeps
      Blackbirds
chaising merry straight
  Bends at longing knape
Call for two and you'd

Almost haven't seen my suit
Praising crescent roofs
Climbed by suspicious hooves


Zoe at the carslysle as constance the Gardner
From the work building scene

"How this all works"

At zero crime -------
    A change in note
The "American Reveal"

The visual

Ledges of Production
       and Halt
"The Gamble Towers"
Lights, Camera, Roll Ink

Here is Journalism
    in the Times
of Broadway

The major dilemmas
characterizing our publication?
You and I are quite the plague.
Decision and Bold moves
Aren't appearing.
Yet?
We create the investigation for once.


Cara D & John L
New York Paint

Paint
#meghan #alpacino40 #jonahfits #sethrogen #aoc #elizabethwarren #barackobama #rbreich #cagovernor #asmirwin

3 hrs of telecoms
#bbcnews #dailymirror #declanwalsh #tonybiasotti #latimes #nytimes #washingtonpost

End....


Govnas budget is resent!

The generals of the ridges require a state
Not a Republic of
California
With objective statements reported in printed news every morning
Prompt

That's interviewed

What's that call about wise ***?

Just an oval account I keep

Fooling around without the bills?

She has an attending again

I acted without a cover last night

I tend to work and have people hired is what your headlining at 6

Why?

End

Nighttime Escorts the come around----------

Lady, troubles tell us nothing these days

Good to know ya guvna


(California Study
She's a difficult read
Easy to mold and hold
While holding the Pacific
One loses the times
The number of times
She's been sold
Hard to buy
Without writing her hurt into the ground

She needs a big democracy to win hurt back

mighty sam mcclain got me there once
When I was wet behind the ears)

(Said when the vice don't last, get to the dinner table and read about me)


_
Free bee
Arts Council of California
The poet Laurette sent me my dear poet letter in my email
And the follow up.

My journalism investigation came to this point.

Now what are our options Julia.
I am a resident of thousand oaks California

I know life's hard for some people yet your temperamental emails seem not up to ***** with government standards

I have no such errors at the governor or white house


Working from a community member month to month phone.  Lifeline FCC distribution is vanished since the great fraud addendum to reparations scare of yore leadership news thingy.  Thrive security guard curriculum is fascinating and not well.

That's an a.o.k. Irwin engineering email guys

Paul dart data mining continues. B.e.t?



Would you know if a way to not require data or telemarketing from me so that privacy rights are standardized and no lobbying in my behalf is indicating your names in federal violations of law?

My responses, plural? Where successfully submitted to "thrive" stock market readers?

Are you fond of legible from there?

The frustration of incentive? Adventists? Maths, reproaches Jehovah's witnesses?

Pentameter and satanic verses are studied in finance here, hear? No?

Passed Yes?
Budgets? Yes
**** Hands in attendance




Denmark John and
Belief or Another
Religion or beliefs would request of words
That logic of description has not concluded

Whos sold in letters?

That's a river


Silent that film?
It's saying mighty awful things about me and Denmark being hear or here or there or ....




Linda Diaz
I can watch
      New York grow
   Thru
Through with the news of you too
I can walk out on the park
    Weights on my hearts
No no no
   I can watch you grow out
Outside of town
   But I'm not through with the views
        I can't get up

In time I won't answer
       No more no I walk in
Talking, just don't take me around



Josey Boy?

Down Stares
  Your only going to
       Bring me
             Downstairs
Having left me in trains
    Playing with the waters
Playing windeing me around
    Laughter's gone I'm not recording, you
Down stares
     Calling city, for two?
Falling only
     Takes you out
Your only going, huh going again,?
    To bring around
Circles, I see, your bring around.
I can smile for him.




kevin 11m
Do You Remember The Times
When Magic Johnson Figured Out
         How To Save Our Lives?

And now we live to watch
     In their wisdoms?

Of how?

The forward admiral tends
      To the smaller boat
           Away from his fleet
               With the biggest grip
To let go of

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These messages are being captured and archived in compliance with the Presidential Records Act or the Federal Records Act.

My Vice President is a Diplomat at the very least, for breakfast with the editor is hard to come by.
_
Olivia

The Big Parade!
The End Of Campaign!

The Big Parade!
The End Of Campaign!
#zuck #jeffbezos



Federal prosecution mirrors and dies with the underserved in unison

The math is old
The news is never new
Just taking over the desks

You have never worked

The description of work in recession
Creates civilization
Quarantine of the press? Nice continuation language america vote

New York Paint California


Knowing Style Gals
Gams used to cross, hear?
Whiles of falter
Fussy bonnet, ***** hopes
Boy, where those guys rich

Your country can't run Molly
She's tugging bad waters on a plate

A blank paper for some change?
How's it looking from there?
Can it see a city mover yet?
I won't bet against your strides


The backwards drafting of a general
Work up
My life as a coatrack
Thats a horrible bury on a story
Could be a building in an article instead of a fight with the heating out here huh Joe
(Black character commentary)

Joe's fighting face looks great
I got him thinking

Let's call the corner man whatever Tyler perry general name likes,

Saul, you know anything about getting rubbed on a shoulder

How can absorb the kink in his armor?

Not my bud
She lends
Fingers familiar
Foliage
And constance
Entrance of one another's city
Before the grocer visit

Among yours truly
Eyes which always summer a lie

Hers is a red timber under a pink bed shadows fall



The trigger
We all hold on to something
And in time you will let go of me

Receipt reads
5 dollar single mom budget win
Baguette pastrami roast beef dip aju and noodles
Change

Grammar exam Mr.President
How much did you cost mom today?

Order of the stars
A single hat is placed
On the western fleets bill
All the good which can happen

A second stars reprieve
Across a fair shoulder
"I miss those days"


Opening Adam
Quiet on the western front


Josey boys curse calls him back
Enter the Gumbas

Well we had to have known
What the orientation of it?
Yeah that hospital beds,
      Of course! A hospitable goodbye to first tries!  More of her huh?

So the early days of the mob were different in the new country.

Peoples kids went off to China
And in exchange the wars came out at night again.

The youngsters were dragging down the times somehow I couldn't be there
I had an unfortunate idea I was finishing of my own


As sure as the stars shine above
And I said your nobody