Just going to be making random voice notes of stuff….if you must know.
I DO NOT OWN ANY WORDS I USE IN MY RANDOM VOICE NOTES.
The little angel cries so loud, “it’s like God comes back.”
Tribal Party
Bianca Morelos- http://aerobicsalmon.tumblr.com/
I got to go to the WIRED pop-up store for Attack of the Show! TOYS!
(Source: facebook.com)
We will want to clear out an average state sized area of land for building cities as workable circuit boards. The landscape, architecture, and building being the boards components, and these will be spread out, then networked together. A planetary computer system, the “cloud” being the moon, where everything is backed up.
We are taking applications for Moon colonization.
The controls for this planetary intelligence system will be located outside of any type of influence. In permanent exile from earth. In habitats of the moon and if they want further exploration and colonization movements.
That this movement be found in some future billionaires watch, seems destined to be. So I’ll make it implode on it’s self, creating a black hole. From which none of you will escape.
Prime Directive: The Eternal continuation of the human race. This is the only thought that I had, when all of this begun, and when it is done, it will be an accomplished goal.
You tried to take our souls, or convince us they didn’t exist. We resist, persist, and we will continue, over dead bodies if we must. Bloody rust, a nation comes down with lock jaw. Yaw, tilt, I’m trying to steer, but I got all these fuckers drunk off of beer, trying to make something clear. They never get much farther than that. I spit facts, and people always say I’m attacking them. I only want to get to the bottom of the truth.
For the first time since 1999 there is no WARNING to read http://www.HiPiers.com first, cause this is a preemptive strike, not a reaction. Distraction, contempt. I quit. Their all full of shit, all these petty conspirators, united in the cause, of making a quick buck, off of the luck, that they have stolen a magisterial key, written by me, not to be revealed, until my death, I guess, but this, is just the beginning. Have no fear. They killed me in 1970, I was born in 1978, 5000bce, Marduk to you, and I have 50 secret names, that I keep carrying to the grave. You’re slaves, wouldn’t you at least like to chose your masters?
Disaster, bloodshed, and violence, these are the cycles. Debacles, peaceful protest, the installment of martial law, and we take the fall. The eternal battle between good and evil is being waged today. This is revelation, and we are legion. You should have expected this. I warned you, each and every one, time and time again. In the land of pretend, I have no friends. I’ll take on the entire weight of the world. Distribute it, according to the whims of 16 year old girls. Free pink dresses for all. Whatever y’all. I’m from Florida. I came up here to be a living beacon, and when my light goes out. The world closes in to investigate, and revenge becoming the meaning of my name to all.
Against the previous Shadow Kingdom’s Over Lord.
We stand.
United we demand.
“An equal days’ work, for an equal days’ pay.” - Christian Angel of Apocalypse
When I am safely off the planet, I will release the whole of my understanding.
First and foremost, we need a united name/logo/trademark.
2nd ST Ghostville, USA, 9-11-11-74
Designed destruction.
Reconstruction.
I left the oven on.
