Grayskull

Urban decolletage in myriad collage with shades of calico beams of brightness,
To say so many is a question as the efforts of our dreams,
An empty courtroom spills onto the quiet streets that will wash come morning,
Be it stave or be it brave,
With none there to tell comes the pushing brooms no tell to share,
And it seems a coming whisper to the vantage times of twelve,

Beneath the rising trajectory the protests of tired feet dragging plowshares,
Instead of assaying other options to the system of the trees,
As many break countenance just the same as once had been unchained,
The rule of one the rule of none,
So that it may be yet democracy the classical cadaver made in error,
That so many brave by one shadow of a wicked hand of broken bones,

Instead of walking thru the winter and the pleasing bright disgrace,
Set the many on themselves a single task witlessly,
True to the causal hatred that cannot make discourse by neither option,
As reprieve and as decieve,
A sickening gift that breaks both ways and curses many in hands
Twisted secret power peril open contents and source unknown.

Intercambion

They hied for, on rest day, over acres. Truly his einherjar hungered, and high ongoing took from the horn of plenty and ate, truly they, they fell healing that go seeking, you said to them, knew thine einherjar death that them alleive nice, resting dying to done, and he said to them, nay, read ye what your Odin did they, and hungered, and einherjar, they met him whereon, who he inroad on gods use, and at the offering lifes, they nearing Valhalla relieved to eating, nay them they met him whereon, but them sacerdotal against, oath nay road go on there, a lake that they sacerdotal on rest day, on them temple, went they than rest day, and sinned but on scroll, i say truly you, that this is more than that temple, give ye truly with what is, i will mild-heart-ness and now on sadness nay go below of ye, over unskilled, truly man's sun is each rest day's labored.

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Ellos esforzarse para, en el día de descanso, más de hectáreas. Verdaderamente su Einherjar hambre, y alta en curso se llevó desde el cuerno de la abundancia, y comió, verdaderamente ellos, cayeron curación que ir buscando, usted les dijo, sabía tu muerte Einherjar que les alivian agradable, descansando muero por hacer, y le dijo a ellos, no, lean ustedes lo que su Odín hizo que, y hambriento, y Einherjar, que se encontraron con él sobre el cual, a quien incursión en dioses usar, y en las vidas de oferta, que a punto de Valhalla aliviado de comer, nay ellos se encontraron con él sobre el cual, pero ellos sacerdotal contra, carretera o mejor dicho juramento continúan allí, un lago que sacerdotales en el día de reposo, en ellos templo, fueron ellos que día de descanso, y pecaron sino en rollo, lo digo de verdad, que esta es más de ese templo, dadles vosotros de verdad con lo que es, voy a misericordia y ahora en la tristeza no ir por debajo de vosotros, a lo largo de obra no calificada, verdaderamente sol del hombre es cada día de descanso trabajado.

Otherworldly

Today in the news, a startling turn of events. In a time of how the scientific community and the general public view technology in new and exciting perspectives, in a surprising change in position, president Obama has reversed his anti-exploratory stance against Mars research, giving his full support for an exploratory mission to find his next excuse and any mystical artifacts that would allow the Caesar in Chief a third term of office.

Meanwhile, no one has even considered my proposal to harness the power of thundersnow.

Here is a picture of a Martian ritual maternity ceremony from this year's Festival of Ophiuchus.

Valquirias

Un cuento para el sueño
a su disposición que tengamos
aceptamos pagos ya y a nos mintió
un grito de cruzados
pronto se pueden romper cadenas lo mismos
olviden el perfecto cambio de las cosas, de la vida
odiamos, y la muerte esperen
el cambio se golpearon una fortaleza del mal
no te quedes quieto mientras la vida no sigue
al gobierno no pedirán que el escrito de nuestras vidas
y a cambio nos dará muerte
unido jamás nos vayan a separar
libertad que no creisteis
sociedad es un cosa en que prueba
para les pequeña por mentiras que son
entregar por ustedes métodos
entregado a usted
cielo antes de la sangre
nuestra ignorancia nos ha hecho así
vi a donde nos lleva
una vida torturada mientras nos reíamos
nos suplicar tras las historias se que vos reís cuando allí
viviendo la resistencia

To Infinitely Split

I'll write about cyborgs next post, but let's do the math on something first....

Food Stamp Recipients Top 46 Million for 36th Straight Month | CNS News"The 46,484,828 people getting food stamps in the United States in August continued to outnumber the entire populations of Poland (38,346,279), Argentina (43,024,374) and Ukraine (22,291,413)."

When I hear someone hate the wars that stop terrorists, I blush, flattered, I never knew they wanted we crazies to have to answer 'the call amongst the masses' sortaspeak, and it's likely that wars abroad are for control. Dole bigger than nations with armies, whose own actions themselves could not raise socialism to one hundred percent their own, and yet we try it here. It is a madness that can be seen and a shadow in its place. We could use the dole to feed the ravaged world, such high levels only bait us, or the outsiders, at the most base of emotions, from the depths of depravity, lured by the question - is accepting charity better than saving our home. Yes, dolt, some people need it. These are questions opened oft, apt, and intrepidly, save but our answers some say what they see, even if only to the voices. Note that the mentioned countries are ordered having undergone, recession, default, and internecine war. The policy of dole for dilettantism had outright invaded, collapsed, and attacked to kill, in all available combinations of atrocity. The suffering need it, charity and blessing, and those taking it for granted don't. I've seen the grocer's on the day the dole is paid, behemoths and reprobates litter the isles mimicking and mocking, each with an excess of chromosomes heritage to remnant animalia, unevolved to simplify and advanced genetics. They're not the chimeras we are, they're the dregs of society, and the ravaged world goes unnoticed. The prison states were built on such myopic and bureaucratic feudalism, they saved their own by enslaving all, now eyes wide shut to freedom with lies painted inside their eyelids. So free they cannot leave is a room in hell. As the inflation comes before holidays that we may suffer else the year saving to punish ourselves again, plagues instead of plotters. Trapping muses to sit idle convinced that fiefdom and vapidity had been wisdom when startled wakened from resting in seas of stolen gold, blame property not. No person should be owned by a politician of any title. Also, the next socialist catholic I meet, I'm going to call a red herring. If you don't get the references that's okay.

Almost forgot... Obama, the food-(rubber)stamp president, said the midterm elections should serve as a referendum on his policies, then nobody voted for his policies, or everybody voted against his policies. Let that be a lesson by itself. Go against these people and be lost or forgotten. I think he just wants to harbor no ill will. That's nice. Maybe now he can put his feet up while the jobs bills finally go to a vote and then to his desk. To begrudgingly pass. I won't praise funding programs that needed funding, if the econ (of the world) would hold to the right that process would be automated anyway, so no points for self-aggrandizement and persecution of taxpayers. I think the election shows that much, as will others. Not that the izquierdistas know what a jobs bill is, but I think they were hoping to pass their own after winning the midterms vís a vís the lower house, which soo didn't happen, now not only art they güano, but now everyone knows it.......and the agrarian vs plutocrat imbalance, what the Johann Sebastian Bach?

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Al Reverso

Nothing of many sorts while I fix a few layouts, mangle a few meddlers, talk to strangers, don't touch the zombies. Here's mud in your eye.

"It comes from a very ancient democracy, you see..."
"You mean, it comes from a world of lizards?"
"No," said Ford, who by this time was a little more rational and coherent than he had been, having finally had the coffee forced down him, "nothing so simple. Nothing anything like so straightforward. On its world, the people are people. The leaders are lizards. The people hate the lizards and the lizards rule the people."
"Odd," said Arthur, "I thought you said it was a democracy."
"I did," said Ford. "It is."
"So," said Arthur, hoping he wasn't sounding ridiculously obtuse, "why don't people get rid of the lizards?"
"It honestly doesn't occur to them," said Ford. "They've all got the vote, so they all pretty much assume that the government they've voted in more or less approximates to the government they want."
"You mean they actually vote for the lizards?"
"Oh yes," said Ford with a shrug, "of course."
"But," said Arthur, going for the big one again, "why?"
"Because if they didn't vote for a lizard," said Ford, "the wrong lizard might get in. Got any gin?"
"What?"
"I said," said Ford, with an increasing air of urgency creeping into his voice, "have you got any gin?"
"I'll look. Tell me about the lizards."
Ford shrugged again.
"Some people say that the lizards are the best thing that ever happened to them," he said. "They're completely wrong of course, completely and utterly wrong, but someone's got to say it."
"But that's terrible," said Arthur.
"Listen, bud," said Ford, "if I had one Altairian dollar for every time I heard one bit of the Universe look at another bit of the Universe and say 'That's terrible' I wouldn't be sitting here like a lemon looking for a gin.” 

~from~ So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish, by Douglas Adams