What we need are some lights! I mean some powerful illuminate, blinding light kind of shit! Cause that's what it's about! If ya ain't scared! It's about me...and you!
That's all Sonshines! That's all! It's that fuckin easy! Ya know?
Just ASK! ("...Asketh, Seeketh and Knock (ASK))"...
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You always pay! Yo sorry ass gonna pay, one way or another. Even if the shit feels good as shit!
"Happy Ending! That be hundred forty-four dollas please."
We ain't eva got shit free motha fuckas! Neva!
Understand...
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I remember I read a book about compartmentalization, and it was fascinating to me how they have fucked up so many people to learn only a tenth or less of the mental capabilities of US! Hence; compart'MEN'TALization. Sorry motha fuckas! That's what frustrates them so.
Hence; well shit lets get rid of most of the mother fuckers! No, dipshits, can't do that! You have to mitigate damages before damages need to be mitigated, if you understand my meaning...
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Ya know, with yo sorry Black asses, the tit on this motha fuckin US of A gonna dry the fuck up! You don't? Shiiought!
Stimulus? The fuck why they named it that? Think about the word and its origin; its true meaning...then you start understanding what's really happening to all of US!....
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2021 motha fuckas! Two-Zero-Two-One! And the signs are fully apparent to one and all that, ultimately; alas, "History is going to repeat itself!" And fucking fail...again...
Unless...
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Motha fuckas kill My Sorry Black Ass! For real! Oh! Alas, wes' gonna die! For real! You don't say!? But check this out playas and playesses, if yo sorry Black Ass don't 'memba any fuckin thing else in this fuckin sorry ass life, the fact: Yo sorry Black ass gonna sho nuff die!
Ya heard may! Love you all!
Okay, you two...
okay you...Holla!...
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They talk about the royal family and that blueblood shit! Have y'alls sorry asses looked at them motha fuckas? Shit they busted!
You can have the money ugly motha fuckas cause I'll sho nuff takes the looks! Cause y'all need ta really sever that uncomely genetically flawed butt ugly kind of shit y'all got goin off the plane of Our existence! And do US once a goddamned favor! Cause y'all ugly Fam! For real!
And where and what do the royals in England think of all this COVID bullshit? Where the fuck is the queen? The old motha fuckin ugly dressed in drag male bitch!
Motha fuckas underground in bunkers and shit! Done got ghosts! They know what's comin...or has come...
Is it really that deep y'all wanna keep y'alls ugly genes going, to keep the legacy and the bloodline going? Damn?! You have looked in the mirror haven't y'all? Y' all ugly motha fuckas have! Damn! The fuck!...
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It keeps me wondrous: thinking. It means that I'm alive on some energy sentient plane with my small part of cohorts who understands this is a trepid world. Not intrepid.
One must scurry around and eat without making a sound. Nibble-nibble...oh I better get home before I am discovered out and about! Night time is the only comfort I have you see. I know the price is high to be out at that time but that is when they can't see me. So I scavenge in the night...
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First the motha fuckas say it's gonna be voluntary. Then the motha fuckas say well in some environments you just may have to take it. Then the motha fuckas say, "Rutgers just made it mandatory that all returning students must be vaccinated!"
Then the motha fuckas say_____...______...
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You can't change the way this shit's goin! That motha fucka like "Snowpiercer" and shit! Johnny Nash probably gotta song for it. I loves me some, "I can see clearly now." I used to sing it to my daughter when she was lil afta I had bathed her, lotioned (Baby Magic of course. Straight ballin foo!) her, diapered her and lastly put that always stylish pink One'see on her. She was Baby playered down Son! Now lets get those baby lush tresses in order, with this baby brush. There you are! Baby playered down! All the while singing to her, with her and with him Mr. Nash, "I can see clearly now the rain is gone..."
Shiiought! Bring ya ta yo Black ass (and white ass) knees with Joy! That...motha fucka sang that motha fuckin song! I remember my daughter just smilin tryin to enunciate the words. And with every bath, playing of the song, and our two asses being shamed by Mr Nash's lush voice perfect for the song. But our two sorry Black asses tried! Oh, yes we did! And I'm sure she would agree, we did the song propa! Or the Bloody well best that we could've! Ya know?...
Anyway, I say...Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it! And did I say, "Fuck it?" I meant fuck it!...
But for some damned sorry ass Black ass reason...You can't!? Can you!?"...
And that is...a beautiful thing! Oh yes it is, My Dear Sweet Sistas and Brothas!...
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I challenge you to show me a Country, Nation...where it once was and it has sustained the same power throughout our human history? It...has...never...happened! The odds are against their sorry asses! Cause throughout our sorry ass human history we haven't ever started to be Heavenly grateful for we being bi-peds and sentient.
We have never appreciated the wondrous unique individual of who we are and moreover who we have transformed to become. And our great Humanity sustains there. Not! Not, in the place we all are now...
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One thing that is a motha fuckin Goddamned disgrace: history is repeating itself! And I can't do a goddamned thang about it 'cept putting words ta blog with my frustrations!...Maybe, that's just it!... They're my frustrations! Hence, the Blog. And I guess all I can say as the truth is, I'm frustrated with the ones who govern US.
And the powers that be hath not a clue that: Yo sorry motha fuckin asses ain't gonna change history either! Cause history is linear! Not goddamned repetitive! Sorry motha fuckas! You...
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This shit's funny as hell yo! You see when one takes it upon oneself to obtain and attain enlightenment, one tribal cult entity in particular and let us just call the other cult "G Men." Now, these motha fuckas fightin against one anotha cause somethin done gone mightily wrong...
"...cause some fuckin body done overstepped their fuckin bounds goddamned it! Now gentlemen...and ladies....we're not gonna just sit up here and let this shit happen to Our Great Country! Are We?" Mnuchin said.
"Give it a fuckin rest! Will ya kid?! Now on ta fuckin business!" She paused and took a two shot full of good ol' Elijah Craig '18' down without a wince. Put the six inches in height and three inches by width highball glass she just drained down gently on her, breathtaking, mahogany desk. Composed herself a tick and continued, "...Where the fuck do we go from here mister smartasses!" Pelosi retorted...
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These were the new Adam and Eves. Six-hundred-sixty-six-thousand in total. The perfect number. The Ones left were The Thinkers. The ones that weren't fooled by the non-inoculation scare. They were the ones that saw and knew the truth. And here they all were. In the Capitol again. Surrounding "The Tomb of The Unknown Soldier." Massive in its scope, now that he had a chance to think about the events that unfolded after the massive successful inoculations. Brilliant he had to say so himself, now, lying in his comfortable home just outside of Indianapolis, Indiana. He coughed wet, and he instantly brought his handkerchief, up to his mouth, which was attached to his hand damn near all the time for fear the blood he coughed would mess up his one of many tailored oxford two hundred dollars shirts, and the finest white, no less! And that just wouldn't do...
(Speculative fiction more than anything else. I'll start diggin some more and see where this story goes. Thanks!)
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You remember "Monsanto" made that GMO "Terminator Seed?" One and you're done kind of shit? This is what I am referencing My Dear Sweet Sistas and Brothas! COVID!? Ebola?! HIV?!...just trivial psyops to not rival the ultimate psyop: Depopulation then Global domination!...
You eva heard of the eighties political slogan: "Just say no!" Now you know they weren't talkin bout no damned street drugs! Fuck no! While ya playin!
"Just say: No!" to this damn end to most of the human race vaccine!
Goddamned it!
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They got US my Dear Sweet Sistas and Brothas! They really DID!
DID You see it the way that I see it that: the politicians and the banking system have a causal affect! They suffer from the perilous Dissociative Identity Disorder. Fuckin nuts! That has been misdiagnosed until now! From a fuckin layman no less! The fuck!?
And what, My Dear Sweet Sistas and Brothas, are we gonna do about purging the insanity in our humanity?!...
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Even yo nigga friends be lyin bout some shit! But hold up playa. Please? You expect more from them? Then you do your kin?
What makes a motha fucka think anotha motha fucka done set them up?! Playa? Ya fucked her right. And she statin the child she carryin yo shit. Okay, motha fucka, ain't this the same bitch yo sorry ass told me you rubbered up?!
And I thought I was yo boy!...
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You do things for a motha fucka or motha fuckas: Not for reciprocity sake! Shit no! Then...what's the fuckin point! No motha fucka you! You do shit 'cause it's the right thing to do!
Super-silly-motha-fuckas! You!...And me!...
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You wanta chill yo ass out My Dear Sweet Sistas and Brothas? You already know! '...we're gonna gitcha hiiiiigggggh!'
The joint's just bad! 'Like Michael Jackson Bad!' Ya know?!...
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The fuck! Kind of shit is this?! Luke couldn't get no love hollerin that shit, "...Hey! We want some puss-say!..."
But this shit is ridiculous! Gettin all kinds of love! Where's the WLM? (Women's Lives Matter) Hunh? Gotta motha fucka in the background sayin, "...There's some whores in this house! There's some whores in this house!..."
Can't we do better than Cardi B!? And Megan Thee Stallion?! Kinda name for some upstandin young ladies? Ya know?
Shiought! The fuck went wrong My Dear Sweet Sistas and Brothas? The fuck...went...wrong!? Hunh!?
Oh, shit! My Sorry Black ass got old!...
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I love motha fuckas thinkin they so pious and shit! The fuck! "You know I work in the church's library? I go to church every Sonday! I love the lord! Jesus! Let US pray!..." Then the motha fuckas wanta start quotin scriptures and shit!...Jesus! My damn self!
You sorry motha fuckas you! I see you! A motha fucka can only slither in tall grass fo so long befo they exposed and shit you stupid motha fuckas you!
I see you!...
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So I'm watchin this shit. And of course a Jew is hosting it, but whateva. Ya know? It's entertainment. So whatcho Black ass gonna do? Of course...watch!
Anyway he was in Chesapeake Bay. And they talkin some shit bout "Peanut Soup." The fuck motha fucka! That's fuckin stolen son! You eva heard of Humus?! Sorry motha fuckas!...
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Okay. I'll leave this alone after this. This shit is...the shit! For real! Really! Holla!
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