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The truth is ruthless RE: so called truth agentsThe truth is ruthless RE: so called truth agentsThe truth is ruthless RE: so called truth agents by ~verndewd
After a few hours of digging on you tube regarding the actor alex jones its become very apparent that all the mudslinging of the so called truth movement is the same brand of mudslinging in politics and finance. And its all over. All the big names are guilty of it. So what is it? discrediting for market share? All an inside ploy to keep the masses heads Turing to new directions to follow? Hmmm
lets go with that last proposition. If you get disillusioned on one purveyor then you go to the next and the next and dependent on your level of prescience and aptitude , you either climb the top of the heap they present to find it doesn't lead to heaven or it leads to hell or it has a base of truth no deeper than the ego presenting it.
So what do you do when you realize the conspiracy theorist world is full of the same shit it pretends to rail against? Go with the flow of so called sheeple or pave your own brave way in a brave new info
Ode to the takersthe bobble glimmered like diamondy sheensOde to the takers by ~verndewd
whilst the taker took in its most luminous beams
its a car , and a hat, a strange exotic cat
its a coat or new broom or genetically modified mushroom
it can dig it can bake for this all would thee forsake
its got reach its got color let me step on your mother
and bury you firm with the wiggly worms
because I have to have it !!! its paper not funny
I spend it its money my precious not yours
opens for me all the stores.
would I kill , perhaps rape for this gleeming mistake
the monolith of man of a life in a can, and others low rate
lest they have what I cant take but I want and i want
my insufferable wants.
In my dream I own everything just because its my want
and all of those peddlers: from my boot heel, came of naught
whats a few drops of blood to receeve my desired
and spare me sad stories about hell and its fires.
I can get what I want out of you anytime
with words I dance and questions i rhyme
and my riddle confounds till you give what I wan
a short fictionzippy and fluffo werent getting along; It seemed every task , hunting gardening , gathering water , even eating was a point of tension for them. Bothe the same age and relatively same build and both advancing in unarmed combat and weapons training, equally.a short fiction by ~verndewd
the day finally came when zippy had enough as did fluffo. they requested a contest with each other to settle the matter of physical leadership. So it was on like donkey kong. For about 30 minutes the two wrestled and punched and kicked until fluffo landed a roundhouse squarely on zippys jaw; almost knocking him out.
then fluffo went too far and pounded zippy into a humiliating state of submission. when it was done, the whole tribe watching as one man lay unconscious and another on his knees panting heavilly, the elder wiseman came to the center , knelt between the two young warriors to revive zippy, and upon doing so zippy let out a humiliated challenge to floffos over the top indiscretion.
fluffo went to get up but the elder stared