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The Past comes rushing out just as
the Future comes crashing down.
The Present is what we perpetually call
the convergence point of no return.
S Smoothie Oct 2018
People just don’t  get it do they?

PolitiX -

There are no good:
-politics
-politicians
-politicos
-policy
-polices

There is only DISTRACT and TAKE!

If it is bad, fake It good
if its fake, fake it real

if it’s obvious make it someone else’s fault
manipulate details and statistics too
lead the questions,
get the right answers for you
Mass Programmng Media
secret Not Saying Anything service
hide behind our own goods

Freedom these days is all about -

Policing

And the illusion you are in

Control

Politics by its very nature can only exist by divide
the greater the divide
the easier to fraction
easier to fraction
eaier to incite aggression and violence
the resulting fear makes us seek peace
we legislate our freedom away putting hope in lies
the greater the distraction,
the easier the take

Peace is an illusion,
a God-like ideal
A frightened little bird hiding in the bough of a tree
barely out for a second
starving to death
confused
and lonely
because the fear of fear is so great

Political Peace is submission and oppression while convincing you
that its in your best interests not to resist or persist.

You are then provided with a guilded cage
distracted by how different the cage is next to you
or the fence that divides you but you are safe?

All policed by consent
the unmerry road to oppression
begins and ends with distraction and take
all selling illusions of peace and happiness
while selling you out

And YOU are too distracted to notice
YOU are killing your family and neighbors
One fear
One prejudice
One judgement
at a time...
Who polices the politix machine?
Who polices you?
Why gave them your unalienable right under *God
to legislate your freedom faith and happiness out of your life,
for you without your consent? Is that why they want to **** God?

Peace has nothing to do with governments
New
Politix
...
First we shake
Them up like
Harlem
...
Then we hit
Them with the
Real good
Stuffing
....
New
Hamster
****
...
Music and poetry
.....
https://open.spotify.com/track/0xfhElZsAUya8MNSqFtkIR?si=n5Kox7i0SUy906qRw9MPMw
The world once
Stood on the shoulder
Of a giant

One idea
One imagination
One spark of light

Manuel
Miranda
Yea Lin was right

Left out of luck that brother
**** that man he shrugs
And Ayn Rand isn't having any of it

Made magic
Out of a colored
History


Made cash
Out of stories we
Skipped school to beat

No wonder he's
Super cala
Fraga

*******
Rich right now
Left here to wonder how

The Man
And his smile!
Smile!!!

Laugh at me,
Laugh with me
Let's smile and sleep

Close our eyes, get the bleep
Out of this world
Upside

Down!

Don't drown
Crossing the border
Don't drown

Yeah, we all
Crossed the line
Once

I got no
Red blood, in me
No, not an oz

In fact
I got no blood in me
I pulled my heart out

I'm not a wizard
More a robot
Chasing a blurry face no doubt

Politix
Politsticks
And stones been

Breaking my bones
Like S and M it's all I can think
Yeah I'm gre Christian

You words sting like a bee
And I'm the mouse
Your testing

Me like is this
Really real?
No pop quiz,

No lessons
In this horse ****
Call me bojack

I got mama issues
Drowned in my tears
Snowflaking, I'm making a pose

Just so you'll see
Some fine *** in *****-hose
An *** unlike any

You've seen before
Did you get my number yet
*** work, I'm ***** like

Money green
Back then
And now

And slaves still be
Slaving still
Not really real

For you
But still
Terribly real

The only way to stop darkness
Is to light it up
Burn the bridges down, burn them blue
Burn them the **** up

I'm crying
Like the movie
With the old man

And his homie
Yeah I go see Up
To get down with the helium

Speaking so highly
Fire with fire Lee
You spike me down

Blue fire on my tongue
I've got dragon in me
Call me Mulan

Or flame princess
Cause my ancestors are white
Call me Matt Damon

I'm not a savior
Im no Sean White, doing kung fu
At a gun fight

Going to Wakanda
I've got my anakanda
White with spots, she'll hunt me down

Mask on I wrestle
Your mom in a
Wedding gown

The greatest generation
Like a golden
Shower on my face

We all know
It's gotta be
Be real the tape

The cherry
On the ****
Pie served by
Some white guy

But haven't you seen
The movies
The jokes in there somewhere

A stoner like Emma I learned
God is a Freeman
And black as my Africa

Totoro's wheezing
Yeah, I'm a maniac now
Crazy as a cow

Fed me  my own bones
Can you blame that
I'm bad

At being mad, I've gone ******
I'm not a bat I'm hanging
Upside down though

Not Octavius
No Spencer
I got eyes that see through her

Not you though
Too comfy
Too open your eyes and see

You weren't made for greatness
Hypnotized by Lucy's eyes
And buttery lies in a **** pie

Butterflies
Be dying
You'd still
Be there lying

Your *******
Scared of the truth
Like a ******

I know,
I know
I am staring at you

I'm sick
I'm bad,
I know I'm tainted

Painted with a black dot
Like a white girl I wreck ****
Up, only got six rings

Losing my things
I'm such a hot mess
Like that Joe Smith

White like a prophet
Who sells
Fiction for profit

Making fat stack on cash from
Pills that are too hard
To swallow

When weeds are growing
Up on their own
I won't wallow

Caused they used it to enslave them
What the **** white man
You can't save them

He shot the sheriff
And I didn't listen
No not yet I was a kid then

But now I'm
A man
Boy

I'm Mowgli
Hear my man
Roar

Or an alien
A robot a
Pokemon

Ryan Reynolds got me feeling
Like a dead mon

Too much white in me to be a panther So I'm a penguin

Flap my wings and we all be soaring
I'm a team player, less a Bird,
More a Magic Johnson

I know Malcolm X
Was heaven sent
But I run from the spotlight

I'm not a Warren
Or Trump yet
Just a white guy that can't jump

Like a ****
Not unalike a Harry Reid
I can't play games

With toy soldiers
I ain't no 'bama
Michelle ain't my mama

I ain't Sasha's brotha
Different ****
But ****
That
Wit
Michelle ooh
My blood boils blue
For her

Would be blue if
I was an
Alien

Yeah I'd go hard
For her if
I wasn't
So afraid of him

Too much an
Ace to not be waste
For a *******
Then

I was
Poisoned by Ivy
I don't ****
With O'Reilly

Blue on blue
On blue I'm
Seeing a change coming
Kall me Kesha
Tic
TOC
*******

Witches I feel it in my blood
Now, just like it all went down there
In yorktown

Here beneath
Willow tree
I see her hair

Whipping
Whipping back and forth
She like her Dada

She got magic
In her ancestry
Clearly I can finally see

Marceline
Was right
You know

That Prince was fresh
As hell he made
Purple rain

You know that Prince in Hell
Making purple love on a
Purple mattress with a purple stain

Princes of queens
I'm blue as heck
Like a bandana

Worn at the
Banana stand
Where we first made love

My man my
Nana
No doubt

I'm cool as a cucumber
Cool as Gwen
Channeling

Monroe
With her skirt
Flipped up

You looked
Down
Now I'm looking up

Got you on camera
Now your eating up
Justice

Yeah
I heard
Her *******

She been moaning
Real bad you can hear
Her coming

From anywhere
Not any hair
Justice waxes

She may blind like
Mice but she not
Deaf yet

Arrested
Development
She breaking walls

Like she in the Good Place
Bet
Me I'm in heaven

Look
Ma there
Ain't no chains

On me
Genie in a bottle
Where you listening?

Wow got me
Feeling like
An Apricot

Princess,
King me
Four seasons

I'm never getting
Out of this
Dress

Cheap queen
I ****** up
I'm a hot mess

Mary Poppins
Couldn't save me now
I need my chimneys swept somehow

Haven't seen the new one
I'll be honest with you
Too many colors and I've been

Flying too high
For penguins
And men in sequins

Pour out that
**** honey
On my silver spoon

The ginger won and
I'm eating it now
Too much girl in me not to see the son

Of a *******
On the golden throne

Can't believe
We let him
Get a
Second one

**** THAT

Do something
Say something!

Show me
This isn't
Normal
To you

That
I'm not the
Only one fighting
This war for
You

******
Act 1
Drama

Flipped the world is upside
Down
Where the hell is
Karma

Have you seen her yet?

Dressed down
In that
Little black
Dress

All things
Up in fire
Now

Wow
Now
Wow

Things look like eleven
Seven rings got me
Feeling like
A ferris
Wheel
Cotton candy,
Nineteen nineties
Suburban and white

Inventing stories
Cause our lives
Were boring

Immigrated too early
And under my own
Conditions

Twelve years a slave
Three years old
But I'm still kinda
Itching

Read too much
Ta-Nehisi Coates
To not want
Resistance

The skin I wear
White like a lambs
Gives me some
Advantage

So I use it to the
Maximum
To fight all this
Garbage

I'm not a teenage
But babe I'm a dirtbag

Punch me up
Like Rocky
Raccoon

Yeah I was listening


She got my mystiquing
My scales blue like
A blue man


Dancing to the song
You both listened
To

The summer you
First loved her back


Jesus must be real
Cause I be seeing
Things
You'd never bet!

Things
I never
Seen before
Magic out
A tiny spore

Men behind bars
Piper got me feeling bad
Saw too much of me in them
Now I can't not be sad

But it's complex
You know it's
Complicated

Too much prophet
In the prison industrial
Complex

Immigrants
They get the job done
Been true since

Way
Before World
War

Three
Work
In progress
Mateuš Conrad Mar 2019
i went through most of them,
   well, at least some of them,
   the ones that would pop up
when the algorhithm wasn't
               a f-f-f'ed     cue: up...
some great bands popped
up, spontaneously like mushrooms,
seemingly out of nowhere...
don't know if this is the usual
diet to some people,
    but some time,
    it was mine... until...
                    i chanced myself finding
an outlier...
the diet?

   - computing forever
    - paul joseph watson
   - styxhexenhammer666
- lionel nation
   - tim pool
   - amy young
   - shaun
   - the iconoclast
   - amy young
   - jacklyn glen
  - dr steve turley
   - stephan mo... mo... moleneux(?)
- sargon of akkad
   - ms pettibone
  - black pigeon speaks
   - joe rogan
- vertigo politix
   - dave ruben
   - jordan peterson
- strange aeons
- red ice tv
   - economic invincibility
- roosh v
  - critical condition
   - gavin mcinnes
   - roaming millenial
   - stephen crowder...

but...
         after a while...
    this was the "in" crowd...
the subject matters converged
and i just,
might as well have stood
in trafalgar sq.
   and listening to the cooing
of pigeons,
   nothing wrong with that,
but when overlap appears,
shared subject matters,
the same subject matters,
you know you're going
to be forced out of the audience
by your own intent...

the subject matters with
seemingly no personal incentive...
what i started to call
vulture journalism,
    changing the main-mainstream
narrative
   into an alternative
competition ranked
                          viewing...

well... that's until today...
today i foundd myself a gob-smacked
viewing time,
       what put me off?
success is fine,
   but the egoism and the bragging
baggage that goes with it,
this persistent need to
    cite viewers, subscribers,
   whatever you want to call it:
lapse in "introspection"...
  
   sure... i'll probably still
watch some of these channels..
it's not like i'm going
to turn on nice news or something...

the first time it happened
that i found videos,
where: the samsung tablet
would light up for a while,
but then be "dooped"
   into switching off the screen,
first dimming the screen light
before switching off...
now... when you listen
to a radio station on such a device...
the device does that...
  but even though the screen
is off, the audio feed is still
intact...
   but not the case...
        with a video + audio content...

so... i guess...
that's the epitome of the edge...
even millanial woes
videos don't have that "problem"...

who's in "question"?
                      surviving life...
i write "poetry",
   unless there's some hannibal
lecter interested in citing
any of my scribbles...
    then why would i venture
into the dark web?

                     if i wanted
to buy some chemically enchanced
marijuana,
   i'd just go to my paranoid
schizophrenic jamaican drug dealer
and listen to him ramble
about the illuminati for a while,
and how he once tried to convince
me that there was face of jesus
in the moon...
   as he showed me a video
he took, outside his house
                                   one night...
he once even asked me to teach
his daughter guitar...
    i couldn't think of a payment,
since i was then moving
away from marijuana
   and working on my liver's worth
of a punching bag.

   great stuff...
        i can more or less
agree to the lower regions
of, what i once thought,
was "edgy", as told by the "edgy" /
now tame youtubers.

it was fun, while it lasted,
oh well.

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