May 15, 2009

Makeshift Days

There's been a crash, but don't worry, you weren't on the plane. You needed a press pass or gazillions of dollars to get on board. But that's what they're telling us, there's been a crash and your paying for it, sucka. Recollect that day when the WH send a plane over New York City and all of you were running scared, pointing above, screaming "it's gonna crash, it's gonna crash!" Well, it didn't. But the plane you weren't made aware of did. It bypassed the skyscrapers and blasted straight through the civilization's juggernaut. If you're wondering what that is I can't tell you cause I just made it up. But that's how the crash went down. Monkeys pretending to be aristocrats crafted their own pilot suits, took a few flying lessons and then began to make shit up. The booming wealth? Made up. World is flat theory? Made up. 9/11 caused by Arab terrorists? All. Made. Up. It was a made up age and now we have to make up for it. While were at it, take off that make up. Yes, I only mean you, men.

If I was an activist this would be the moment where I'd say wake up. But I'm not, so go to sleep. More fun for me. The craziness is about to begin and I want as much of it for myself. The enemies of light are beginning to loom, busy dreaming up a century of doom, turning the earth into a penitentiary, a tomb, and I was send from the womb, fuming, to bring an end to their rule. They are the money masters, and the military generals who are happy campers in a world where they possess all the guns and hammers, going in vain with a hundred raptors after a bummy casper hiding beneath a cave in some backward land known for their sweet honey and tractors. And you're not a factor in this critical chapter of humanity, you just get dealt the fear from the political actors who chant insanity, but with nice words, remember, no profanity allowed, not even for the Hannity crowd. They're cut-throat bosses, that's why they off-load losses. And they're not off the cuff, this hijacking is premeditated so all you New Agers meditate on that. The Banksters busted through the door like Kramer then ran out with disclaimers saying they were innocent like Cramer while the people were too hesitant to reach their hands out. It was planned out. We bought out the gamers when we should have out-thought the framers. Where do we stand now? In doubt, hand to mouth.

We're gunnin' it at red, forgetting civilization's routine traffic stop. All the Signs are telling us to slow down. We either stop now or stop dead. But our so-called leaders with no balls are screaming more! and putting us in debt to their scheming whores. Forget keeping the score, it isn't free market when the elite are playing the winning hand, not an invisible one. The time has come for people to play the game too, the rules; conduct mass protests and disrupt traffic lights, or forever be damned! Enough people now see red, the brave and determined few must begin blocking all the traffic stops leading to Capitol Hill and the Stock Exchange on Wall St. We must put a stop to their engines! These institutions are run by men, not computers. We're not in 2001 yet where computer intelligence determine the decisions. Policy makers behind the scenes and predatory oligarchs are not robots, although their one-eyed vision does make them dangerously similar. Point is, their work involves making decisions in meetings, and what they decide have incredibly serious consequences for the rest of society. If we care about this world, we should stop them from reaching their destination, i.e. their workplace. No harm, no foul. Just a regular routine traffic stop, all civilizations need one.

If you don't think such measures need to be taken, which are far from extreme, then you do not see the peril we are in. As HST said: the fat is in the fire. For America, burning the fat away is no longer just good nutrition advice, it is also revolutionary advice. Don't change your diet, go start a riot. Better yet, do both at once. Exercise your body and rights at the same time. There. I've found the solution to the fat problem. Now on to the fire. I say let it burn the house down. Cities will have to start from scratch, some like Detroit need to end a thirty-year itch. They should do both at once. I've found a new slogan for these evolutionary times: do both at once. Whatever it is you have on your schedule do them both, at once. Want to watch T.V and surf the internet? Do both at once. Want to impeach Obama and prosecute Bush? Do both at once. Want to eat and read? Do both at once. Want to end the wars and save the economy? Do both at once.

Multitasking is the order of the day, and most of us are already used to it. That's a good thing cause we won't have to change our lifestyles, at least not in the near future. When the dust finally settles then you take it slow. But not now. No more time to waste. Some may say these are bad instructions but what do they know? They're baked, high on that stuff that makes you see the larger world but fail to grasp the idea that the larger world is coming down on us right about now, and rather quickly. Besides, we've already expanded our consciousness, maybe not collectively, but certainly individually. In the past forty years the percentage of pot that has been grown and smoked by human beings is 2001% higher than the previous 2000 years. Where did I get that statistic? I made it up. But the point still remains, there has been a great shift in consciousness. We've realized, sometimes through suffering, and sometimes through hallucenigens, our infinite nature, that we are extraordinary beings made up of light and filled with spiritual energy. It's time now for a new drug that makes us get off the couch, or computer chair, or whatever and synchronize on the streets. You won't find the drug in your medicine box or in any drug store though. It's a natural drug, available only during evolutionary times, and lucky for us, new supplies are being shipped in every day. Thank God for that.