WMD

Time Stretches Thin… Many Mystery’s have been Unraveled…

Refering To The Enuma Elish and The Nag Hammadi Library

I Find The Core of The Plot, at Least as it Stands on Earth

To The West of Khazakstand Sits a Mountainous Stronghold

Where Several Trillion Dollars have Been Funneled

A Veritable New Babylon, Fully Defended and Stockpiled

With all The Technology of The US, EUROPE, RUSSIA and CHINA.

It is from this Stronghold That their Entire System will  be Operated From.

Using Two Different Nets, The Star Net (Composed of Satellite Arrays)

And The Skynet (A System of Nano Aluminum sprayed Daily and layered

into the Atmosphere) That Provideds them with a Near Instantaneous

Transmission and Upload System through nearly every Area on Earth.

This Net System along with the Unleashing of Autogenes via

The Water Supply and The Chemtrails will allow them to Puppet

Every Living thing on The Earth.

AUTOGENES:

It is my Beleif that they are Responsible for all Cancer on the Earth and Arrived

here 5000 Years Ago during the Fall of Ur and the Battle Against The Great Whore

Mystery Babylon. In The Nag Hammadi library autogenes are written as the

Sacred Seed of Sodom and Gomorrah and of The Great Seth (KINGU)

The Champion and Husband of the Great Whore, tying the War of the Enuma Elish

Directly to the Fall of Ur and The Destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah

(The Dead Sea, directly South of The New Babylon Stronghold)

Autogenes are The Seed that Tiamat (Mystery Babylon) used to Create her Army

Of 11 Types of Abominations that Fought against EA, UR and MARDUK

And Genocided Most of The Galaxy in the Process.

There is Much Solid Evidence to Prove that they have Found These Autogenes

and Are Using Them throughout the World on People, via food, water and air.

The Symptoms of Autogene Infection are as Follows:

Myriad tiny red sores or ruptures specifically along the Arms and Legs and Back,

Along with Larger Sores on The Hands, Feet and Neck.

They would Appear as Tiny red dots maybe even thousands of them, further

The Infected with Suffer from an Unconscious Twitching and Very Mild Seisures.

Especially of the Fingers, Eyes and Mouth but also the Feet.

Red Fibers may even be seen under the Fingernails.

The Disease is Currently being Labeled as MORGELLONS.

What it’s doing is Overriding, Hacking into and Replacing

The Nervous System of the Infected and even The Muscles.

The Autogenes are Cancerous and Selfreplicating in Nature

And will Mimic, Replicate and Override the entire motor system

Of the Body, replacing the regular nervous system and muscle control,

Possibly even Visual, Sight and Sound bodily systems using the Brain.

It is an Auto genomic Replicating Fiber System, very much like Puppet Strings,

They Feed on The Flesh and Blood to Grow Parasiting the Physical Body

before Overiding and Boring into The Chakra and Chi systems of the Body for Fuel.

This Puppet System in Conjuction with some kind of MARK Transponder

Will Allow them to Literally Control All People and Animals that are Marked

Via The Autogene Morgellons Infection Remotely from Their Stonghold

Between The Four Great Nations (Europe, China, Russia and The Middle East)

With Two Secondary Command Strongholds in DENVER COLORADO and BRAZIL.

Via The Mass Flouridation of The Human Brain A Crystalization Forms

That Gives them The Nessecary Receiving to Run their Programming through The Body

As The Head Literally acts a Receiver for their Signal with the Autogenes acting

As the Strings to Enforce their Direct Control over The Body.

The Veil

Cram it into a Moment bleed it dry

Watch the Flakes fall into the sky

Downward cast and quickly darting

Heavens smeared in darkness running

And Watching all the stars go crumpling

How do you Tell the present from the past

When everything is static

For it isn’t Continuation that makes a Moment

LIFE

it’s that high gravity Stop that makes time

Falter and we get just alittle bit nearer

To Ourselves… to Another…

And when Inside of that

God Damn the Universe for still Spinning…

God Damn Existence for not Falling away

Like Chaff…

How it Clings to us like a veil over our eyes

 out there on the Rim of Perception

Dragging us away from ourselves

Dragging us away from eachother…

There is Nothing here worth anything beyond you

Beyond who can Reach Us…

There is no Emotion beyond that… just petty heat

And Material light

Give me You

And Let this Motherfucker Burn,

We are not going to be It’s

Tombstone, promise me that

For Your Eyes weren’t made to look at it

They were Made to See Me and Eye You…

The End Of Days, How Sweet the Sound

Cram it into a Moment, bleed it dry.

Writing Without Writing… just scrawl


It Begins with Darkness and a Slight Baleful Fire

Sparking Across It, Like a newborn Horizon of Teeth,

The Noise of it, as Wind across a Sea of Glass

And Suddenly

There Is Light…

The Teeth Open Into a Maw and Color Blurs Forth

Four Eye Lashes Across The Opening of Day

And now Suddenly

Snapping Forward into Picture

We Stare

Where else but Through anothers Eyes

Into a Bottomless Pit

A Child of Dust and Ash is Pulled forth

From The Gaping Chasm

Behold a Pale Horse…

And So Sighs

The Man Writing Across Yet another

Bottomless Pit, one of White and Black

Over The Gaping Abyss of The Net.

Click CLack, The Gun is Loaded

Another Pill cocked and Loaded,

Just more Casualty Into The Mouth of The Abyss

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No… It isn’t Through

How to explain any of It?

How does one Write what Was Already Written?

But yet… and Still…

The Eye of The Beholder Changes All Things…

You See it is a Simple Story

It Begins in GENESIS and Ends in REVELATIONS

You See… The

Is not what you THINK It is…

For From The Beginning… Where Do You Think It Was

That The  Fell? After It Left His Lips?

Where Else…

But Straight

To The Very Bottom of Hell,

Falling Through it into Death

And through That unto The Very Bottom

Of The Pit…

So Was Born

The Child

That LIVED…

And so Dear Reader, Now…  I Hope It Is

That You Can begin to Understand The Word

DEVIL.

The One Who Would Become

King… of Kings… and Lord of Lords…

Come Hear The Trumpets

 

 

A Stuffed Black Dog looms in the Hall

    But the Ball is Lost and the Mallet Slipped Long Since

Incorrigibly Plural. I Peel and Portion the Night

                   While the Blind Clock Grows Louder, Faster.

      The Empty Eyes of heaven, the Empty Deep

            Purposes, to Himself, in a Broken Sleep.

               “The Drunkenness of Things, Being Various….”

Obscuring the Dark Wood and the Dull Orange Sky;

       Come little Stars…
                     Rolling from their husk.

 And The Mighty Moon Rising Up Among Them

    Like Some Ancient Snow White Owl…

      Sinking Its Talons into the Very Soul of the wind

   And Upon Awakening
        Find Me
                Now, 
             Underneath a blue-grey Twilight, heaped…

And Rises A darkness within Me,

 A Presence which Sleep Contained….

         Tonight… She’ll Simply Have to Dream
                               My Dreams for Me, 
                                               Ever the same.

As I Must Hold my Face to the Wind, and Let it Explain
 
                         Why You Are the Earth… I Hover Over.

You were the Wrath of Dusk Itself, My Light…

 But Just As the Day,

       Half Crested and Bleeding Dry…

           We All Must Go

              Dying in Smears of Red…. and Exhausted Hours.

 Till alone to Peace…

    And Now To crumble…

         To Decay Into our Separate Night;

                     And Dance as Dust before the Sun,

                                And Sleep… {to Long}
                                                                …In Quiet Dew

But
A Fine Wind is Blowing the New direction of Time.

 Past That Crooked Moon…
                    That Collector,
    Always So Quick to Return a Rapacious Look.

And Here  Now

Lost In frozen ground. Once where

 Like A Leaf Clinging to Barbed Wire,

   Still Rises the Sky

       Dark as the world of man, black as our loss—

Slow is The Elegy Of Snow

    In Silent Trees.

     As All Night Long,
 
    They Cleave that Sly Air in Hushed Reproach…
 
For Fast Is coming like Winds that Forever Uncertain Hover

       Tonight I Fear…

                 All Great Conclusions… Are Drawing Near…

 

The Low Tide

He looks up at me with slow cold eyes

“Every Cigarette in the world has been Poisoned”

“It is surely the end of the World”

There are no Stars in the Sky

and I’d bring them back for Him

But only to see them Fall again…

Every Cup and Every Vessel

Has been Poisoned…

Every Glass of Juice

Lifted to a Child’s Mouth

Every Vegetable grown

Every Cut of Meat…

Neuro Toxins and Prions

Wannabe Lords of Existence

Practicing Flawed Alchemy

And All of Reality Dying Slowly

Forced into a Crawl, Like a Baby

As the Low Tide… surges up

To their Chin and Still they Crawl

Forward…

But there is no Shore to save Them,

All the Castles are Sinking Sand

And the Low Tide rises, ever more

Until their nostrils are bubbling Salt and Foam

And I Would reach my Hand down to Save You

But I can Hold Nothing

Without Destroying It… The Unkillable Monster

Even as a Child

I Remember it, the thousands of Syringes

Trying Desprerately to find anything

That would Kill Me…

Every Virus, Every Toxin, Every Means

Was imployed against me

But I didn’t understand it

My Eyes Filled and Bright…

I had a Hobby of Catching butterflies

in the Feilds with a Fly Swatter

Needles through Their Spines, Pressed Against Glass

And All with Perfect Innocence in my Eyes…

My Parents faces kept changing… I Didn’t understand

It then, that I Did not have Parents, but a Rotating Cast,

Whoever was Willing to take care of the Monster…

The Child is an Angel… The Man is a Demon…

I Remember the Nights they would Die

Gritting my Teeth till the morning

Sleeping curled in a Brawl deep in the Closet

And the Sad turn of the New Voices…

The New Mother and Father there in the Morning…

A New Family… the Same Fate

I Cannot Touch Anything without Destroying it

Without Seeing the Chaos of my Being

Reach Through it, Unmake, Recreate

All of It, and All of You

Would slip through my Hand… like

The Wind

And so I’m forced to Watch

The Low Tide… The Slow Crawl

The Long Death…

Building Towers of Faith

Spiraling Vibrations of Prayer

Coated and Covered in the Blood

Of my Wounds and The Death

Of Every Lord and Every Messiah

Weighted upon my Shoulders…

Counting out the last beleagured Steps

To The New Heaven, The New Earth…

Assured of only one Fate

That No One, is going to Make it There

Alive.

as
The Tide
of
Corruption
Burns beneath my Feet

A Sea of Broken Glass

Mingled with Fire.

-The End-

The Universe Can’t Win All the Time.

 

Truth rotisserie groaning out the size of the sky:

Falling relaxed, owl-downy and neck spinning

Like children possessed by the Devil,

Cantering dirty snow into gems

Of the last sea, alone, alone, alone, remembering all.

Coining Hope’s very flesh into bullets for the last battle,

Cataracts formed from power; sleeping behind us at our heels,

So much Empty darkness under death-tent wings.

Drunk with talk, liars and believers

Stuck in the world’s thoughts, splinters of glass

Furling out like peacock wings .

The ghost smiles of flower’s faded to make fruit,

Of fruit rotted to make earth.

The deer laying down their bones

To faceless violence- the root of all things.

If you have

A problem with gravity,

[Then be angry at the Sun.]

Pick up a Gun, another Arm in the Crowd

Raise It

See if You’ll be the One to Make It

The Star’s you Aim For…

They Laugh and Laugh… Can you Hear

The Twinkle? Twinkle?

Urine Light

First Dawn.

Hope is as the Pen Is

A Sexual Metaphor

For Putting Them All Out

One by One

Birthday Candles

For You I Wish Them

To Blow Out, Be Done…

That You… Might be the One

To Reach Them…

Drink the Sun

Teach Them Limitations…

Raise the Gun.

The End of Everything

A Palehorse

What a Wonderful Season Mystery Baalaam Has Brought

Sherlock Holmes Has Solved The Riddle Of Who Started

WW 3

It Was a WHORE WITH A BONNET

AND ALL SHE NEEDED WAS A BOTTLE

OF DISARONNO A NICKLE AND A MATCH

AND SHE HAD A WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION

Viva the Dark Ages

I’ll See You Later Europe

Combined With Copper and Brass and SION

And Then Combined With A ROD OF IRON

You Have a Rather Interesting Weapon…

Now Dont You

Will See bout that

Let Me Tell You About The Dark Ages

PAY ATTENTION

THIS IS MAGIC

First go out and Buy a Little Bottle of Disaronno

A Liqueur Produced By ILLVA SARAN NO ITALY

SARAN GAS

Otherwise Known as Sarin Gas or GB

Was The Weapon Used and Marked on The Bottle

DIS ARONNO ITALY 1525 SEALED With 6 Waters

6 Wheats and 6 Grains All in ONE SEAL?

DISARONNO!!!!!!!!!!


Prepared to Die The Death?

1525 Was The Resurgence OF THE BLACK PLAGUE

What A GRANDE YEAR TO FOUNDE YE LIQOUR ON~

As You Know Sarin Gas is Tasteless and Odorless

And has been classified as a weapon of mass destruction in UN Resolution 687

Get IT GSIX ATE SEVEN???

HAHHAHAHAHAHA

PERFECT with their Marque of KEEP IT OPEN HOW COULD IT NOT BE SARIN GAS?

THE SECRET OF SECRETS?

1525

January 21 – The Swiss Anabaptist Movement is born when Conrad Grebel, Felix Manz, George Blaurock, and about a dozen others baptize each other in the home of Manz’s mother on Neustadt-Gasse, Zürich, breaking a thousand-year tradition of church-state union.

HAHAHAHAHA FUNNY HUH? You Mean They Commited an Abomination of Desolation In a Church?

  • February 24Battle of Pavia: Spanish forces under Charles de Lannoy and the Marquis of Pescara defeat the French army and capture Francis I of France, after his horse is wounded by Cesare Hercolani.
  • PRAVDIA CSEASRER GSHOSHTS AND TIME TRAVELING TERMINATORS FROM THE FUTURISTAS OF CALIFORNIA (DMV)

  • February 28 – The last Aztec Emperor, Cuauhtémoc, (MIND YOU Cuauhtemoc Is Ebonics for SUCKMYCOCK) is killed by Hernán Cortéz.
  • ASSASSINATION COUP JOHN WILKES BOOTH KENNEDYS GHOST IS ANGRY

  • March 1Giovanni da Verrazzano lands near Cape Fear (approximate date).

    THE MOVIESSSSSS THEY TELL OF JASON VORHEES WHO COULD TURN VIRGINS INTO SINNERS

    AND WATER INTO BLOOOOOOOD

  • March 20 – In the German town Memmingen the pamphlet The Twelve Articles: The Just and Fundamental Articles of All the Peasantry and Tenants of Spiritual and Temporal Powers by Whom They Think Themselves Oppressed is published , the first human rights related document written in Europe.
  • THE MAN oF LAWLESSNESS APPEARS AND THERE YOU HAVE THE HOUSE OF THE BEAST http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memmingen

  • April 10Albert of Prussia commits Prussian Homage.

    HE BREAKS ALL LAWS

  • May 15German Peasants’ WarBattle of Frankenhausen: The rebellious peasants of the Holy Roman Empire are defeated by the Lords, ending the war.

    THE END OR IS IT?a   IT”S FUCKING FRANKENSTIEN YOU MORONS WHERE IS MY MOVIE!!!!!!!

    DID FRANKENSTIEN LOSE OR DID THE BRIDE???????????????? UT IR B+ THE ZEB IRS THE END?

  • June 16Henry VIII of England appoints his illegitimate son Henry Fitzroy Duke of Richmond and Somerset.

    NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO IIITTTT FFFFUUUUCCCKKKKKIIIIINNNNGGGG ISNT

    Really Fycking ISnt; See in Ole English and Scuch

    July–December

  • Story’s abs and Knockups

    The Greatest thing about Insane Power

    Is that There isn’t Anywhere not to Use it.

    Kill a Man on the Streets with a Look

    Change The Direction of The Planets

    And Will Flying Suacers Crashing into The Earth

    Or to Burn Up in  The Atmosphere…

    A Cape of Clouds Longer Than The Appallachians

    And I’m Nearing Journey Man Status Again.

    The Problem With Having an Aura The Size of Galaxies

    And Controling Life and Death, is That Things Get Stuck

    Between Your Teeth You Know? Like a Beast or Not

    It’s Annoying

    The Saints Have Their Patience but There are Virgins Upon

    The Horizon, and That Causes a Different Sort of Fire…

    Let Me Tell You a JOKE… The Grim Reaper

    Has Been Protecting 144,000 Of The Most Beautiful Delicious

    Virgins Imaginable For BILLIONS of Years

    And Now The Kingdom That Never Was is On Fire Apparently

    And Everyone Thinks Those Billions of Years were Unstruck

    By Suffering, Maelaize and Bedlam

    HO HO HO HO HO MERRY  CHRISTMAS

    Have You Read a Book Recently You Stupid Fucks?

    Keep Panting in Anticipation

    The Marriage Supper will of Course Make the Whore of Babylon

    Blush.

    You Think Some One Is Going To KILL TRILLIONS

    Destroy Universes and Wait FOR EVERYTHING IN EXISTENCE

    TO DIE

    Before Bedding It’s Wives in PEACE

    Is Going to Be Taunted By The Horror of It All?

    It’s a VERY Funny Joke

    Three Septembers and …. a January…

     

     

    -The Post So Good, They Named It Twice-

     

     

    – The Religion of Smoke.

             The Intoxicating Dance

                       Of Wisp and Gray…

       All Twisting Curves and Sensuality,

         Every Movement
     
             An Arched Back Farewell…

      Shadows on the Wall

            (Like a Serpent)

         Rising From my Mouth… My Nose,

          As My Eyes (in Silence) Worship…

                     The Religion… of Smoke…-

     

     

    – And if you’ve got a Heart at All,
                     Someday it will kill You.
                 
             “Grave of Dreams” his Shadow Shouts!

                          But Past the bruised and bloody Grass

          And Long Above the Rapacious Storming Gulps of Churches

     

    “A Spring Snow

            And

              I                                               Stood Perfectly
                                     
                                                                      Still
                                                     
                                                           And… was a Flower.” –

     

     

     

     

    -Her Own screams But cannot Die.

          Lost In Petals of Wild Roses
                           Flowing Through Air like Fish…
                                   (Aweless In The Skys Ocean.)

         The Suns Very Light…
                             Bending quietly; and Hushed.

           Whispering… Now
                                       “Who will Cover the Fire of Clouds?”

               And  Underneath the Thousand aimless Lights…
                      A Black Echo Knocks about in the Abyss…

                                   {   ..For   } 
                                         {   Tonight  }
         
                           Mother Nature….

                                  Is Throwing All Her Children Out.-

     

     

    –Whiskey in my Soul
                    Dust on the Wind.
     I’ve Got my Dead Mans Suit
             and my Smiling Skull boots…
                     Gentry and Coals
             I’m ready…
                                  Hold on
                                      Hold on. –

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    “I’m done with elephants and clowns 

            I want to run away

                              and join the office…”

     

     

    Yet Another Story/Comic Series
    I Will Never Get Around to Writing

    “Cemetary Black”

    About The Untold Saviors of Mankind…

    The Insane.

    The Homeless and Mad
    Raging Battles Against Unspeakable Things…

    Basically a Series of Half a Dozen Short Concepts

    Tied Togethor by the Invisible Men We Pass Everyday

    Sleeping in Allyways, begging for change on the side walk

    And Locked deep away… in a padded cell somewhere.

    They Are All That Stand Between You and Me…

    And The Unspeakable Things

    That Lurk in the Periphery of Our Vision…

    Have you ever heard the Jewish Tale

    Of The 36 Tzaddikim

    Its Said that the world rests on the back of 36 Living Saints

    36 Martyr’s Who Bear The Worlds Burden

    And That Its Because of them

    That  The World Continues To Exists…
    To Spin

    That They Are Truly The Secret Kings and Queens

    Of This World…

    And I

    I Want To Tell Their Story…

    A Tale Of Mad Men… Sacrifice…

    Scape-Goats and Beauty.

     

    -The Bus ride is cramped and Bumpy…

              It Would Have been Completely Unberable

              Except there was man in the seat infront of me…

         Who kept whispering,

                    “Mr. Wiggly Hasn’t Got no Nose”

                             And Bursting into Tears…

      And I Swear…

       (Even Though It Makes no Sense, And I Can’t Explain It)

           I Swear…

               I Felt Like Crying too…

                Like It Was the Saddest News I’d Heard All Year…

                                         “Mr. Wiggly… Hasn’t Got… no Nose…” –

     

    -The End-