it’s bread and circus time again

think Caesar think Rome

to refresh is to repent

they know who we are

we don’t know who they are.

self activating technology

self actualizing you.

a parrot, redundant programming.

truth ruse woven in the fabric.

spiritual anxiety corporate mercenaries mutating genes dream weaving no safe radiation esoteric weapons entities new age religion hyperspace

did you hear that?

what part. the iron sky, the mind control, the space mining, what?

yeah what about that?

wearing your cat pants capriciously driving the old convertible while shadows of the soaring play as silhouettes on the upholstery .. time to engage the music, you bring it high .. anonymous anomalous atmospheric effects are at play you feel the acceleration of infrequent frequencies the gravity like gravy  .. and speed up as one must within the hostile masses of lunatic neocons through which mind avenues boulevards streets and unpaved roads have all been plotted, planned .. you don’t stop at the signs, you drive like an albanian .. you know free motion as a movement .. you’ve seen the bottled, the beguiled those who protect and postulate.. you smile as you glance in the rear mirrors and head out to the fringe.

statistical time and space are not real.
about off the grid of the present construct aren’t you?
worried?