•December 12, 2013 • Leave a Comment
Funny pic of Ma’at tho..
3conomy – making the most of what one has
Tupac – My every move is a calculated step ( Machiavelli ) …
Quantify then quantify again measure then tailor everything accordingly. Think it fool, but try it . with every step monitor yourself. Your foot placement your posture your balance - joint pain the misalignment of your feet on impact with the pavement – then fix it or better, work on it. Make it your life’s work even, report back but here’s the news. You’ll enrich your life and the lives of others simply by doing . What is in the way someone walks ? A lot – you already know this. Vitality – purpose – rank – psychology all of these and more, but do we “intend to “ or merely accept a “walk of life” ( hmm, walk of life ? ) . For example I have joint pain in my left ankle don’t know how but by paying attention to my movement its being corrected automatically. The ancient Egyptians say on the day of reckoning a feather will be placed besides ones heart on a scale and weighed. And the heart should be lighter than the feather; I get the metaphor in it. And is it not our feet that carry us through – and then our lightness of motion as we carry should not be underpaid attention right – so fix it . SALUTE
•December 12, 2013 • Leave a Comment
Yes I see you and so I flee you – so F*** off you fleas – thanks . This to the sorry worker bees and the cousin mercenary ho’s … Fact is if you would tow your line it would be peachy fine. But you encroach – you overreach, about misery is true you unnatural creature of the state. I could not would not EVER be you, tethered to the security of the mundane default existence to be “sane” – pathetic. Yet in your core you wish you had the nuts to stand up as a woman or a man to the conspiracy. But instead you act as a proxy – a hit-man like a b*tch! On work , I work least as possible the shortest shift the least responsibility – work is unnatural for a man ( or woman ) ! How it is structured is slavery who would in his right mind be subjected for a second more than the least. Anyone without dulled senses must hold the nose and plug the ears to avoid the stink and noise of the weak. Who would volley with worker bees energetically - what’s to gain – well there is comedy but of the cheapest brand. Till the death I will “WILL” greatness and don’t you see the droves of drones as miserable lots and too are spineless. I will do what the F I want not through guilt or castration by venomous old hags in the office or out in the market place. On family I will not be demanded sh*t of me – my bloodline goes back to the beginning of time immemorial - so make no stake or claim of my allegiance – thanks . On woman I am fair – I have no such literary illusions of romance, I give – I did not say provide. I overrun with life so this I offer as a default nothing more to say. But back to these worker bee drones and ho’s , F OFF. SALUTE !
•November 24, 2013 • Leave a Comment
Thank you, but it was not from my cunning alone mind you; it was through “sheer slight” I am here! Do not seek wars where there’s none, defend not your majestic palaces who are not yet fathomed. I speak of “reckon error” – how a gift it is and now, poised on the brink, I beam, at one with the gods ( ? ) . Such believers are we , who do not even act upon the hearts song , yet who minister shame to others. So in slight be one, be patient and resolved until the day befalls you to move. Yes then move, you were blessed to not even be expected animate. SALUTE
•November 17, 2013 • Leave a Comment
In short warrior nourishment –minimal…
( And last but not least )
mineral salt from the Himalayan mountains MF’s !
ME, I have very little margin for error – you know like a ferrari soaring at 120 mph , one fart and haters get to smirk at your peril – twisted metal , flames , a lot of noise . I can’t F up my life in any way, I know way too much - it happens man. I really feel stupid when I do stupid sh*t like for instance kill myself with a fork or rather what goes on the fork then into the toilet water – “WATER” I should add only to be “purified” and returned to us once again to drink – reincarnated ( thought provoking I know, I know ) . Margin of error = small, my diet reflects this, the imperative to say F you to the convince o fake obliviousness to what’s real . SALUTE
•November 13, 2013 • Leave a Comment
borrowed the phrase “computer mode” from a book – The Gentle Art of Verbal Self Defense. It refers to a state of action wherein your basically cold to the game. Acting much as a computer would – only returning data based on a specific command = input output, no expression, no emotion, straight no chaser. Much of my writing as of late I have noticed accents of conspiracy, I’m fine with that. I’m so cool with it in fact that I will elucidate on the manifold conspiracies waged against life itself hopefully I forward in a triumphant non boring defeatist way ( thank me later ) . What happens when you don’t eat – the body withers? And too when we don’t attack life head on we wither, are cornered = owned. So I will take that L of perhaps overly watchfulness with aims of the greater good = supremacy ( I like borrowing loaded terms ) . Computer mode should be adopted when there is a clear intent to pull at your heart strings rather than be pure. What is meant by pure – non manipulative basically. My very DNA loop
recoils with the faintest scent of the manipulative with intent towards me – the computer hacker attempts a proxy attack and compiles random relevant key words to gain entry – sometimes hundreds of random passwords attempts – rightfully titled a brute-force attack – a form of violence indeed. Rather than view a computer as heartless view it now as none biased true to its code. Computer mode my friends! SALUTE
•November 11, 2013 • Leave a Comment
Pardon me evil –though it seems my greeting has cause you some concern – why? Yes it is true I can see you but how well veiled you are to countless other . How they trivialize you and offer you forgiveness. How they slight your corrosive effects on the souls of the living. Your way is to exploit failure however small – to pry apart the heart through the humanity of your prey. And to be reborn through hopelessness – to you fertile soil. Evil I face you and call you your true name. Non redemptive – pure evil who’s only cure is light – but certainly I don’t mean prayer yet fire. Salute
•November 9, 2013 • Leave a Comment
Power over others FALSE – over one’s self = REAL… I delight, I so delight in your misery “power freaks” and that being all tame. Was it near worth the F*ed up nervous twitch or the rotten intestines from a high acid diet atop insomnia biach! How’s that for a intro tho : – ) ? …
It’s not to say leadership can’t be wielded rightly, it happens in nature – but ipad’s don’t exist in the wild son. Conversely – to take our behavioral cues right from herd animals = FAIL ( or no ? ) . Luckily they can’t hang us anymore or LITERALLY torture us for speaking out of turn ( as “they” decide ) . That is not to say other forms of punishment won’t be tried- like being passed over for promotion at work or outright psychological warfare in the same context ( the plantation ) . Which brings me to this, it’s all TAME. Today’s power abuses are no more than ego bashing 5 year old games. And the trip thing is, we acquiesce to it like ho’s ( put mildly ) , which emboldens them.
The Ring = power and it should not be centralized because people are stupid AF = short version. Since we are here what can be done. I don’t know, don’t take sh*t, know your rights – standard sh*t like stand for something greater. I’ve written in short my adoration for the U.S. constitution however imperfect it was/is an attempt – some say noble = immaterial. We live in a country based on law so BOOM – the power lies in knowledge and you know where this line or reasoning goes so I’ll spare you that old song. How tortured it must feel to attempt to harm with rank and be rebuffed by a lesser foe. But only lesser in a twisted context not based on divine law dare I say it. So missed sleep and uppers become your cocktail to destroy someone you see as beneath you how ironic – don’t you think. SALUTE!