#nwo
Prepared for the spiritual war,
Run through the game as a wild boar,
Haters mad cuz they can't ignore ,
I just take a pinch of the **** to soar,
Over your mind, these days it's so easy to grind,
Distracted the world, confused these days is the boys and the girls,
Tryna shape our own ideas,
No love to our past peers, no one sheds a tear,
Over the innocent, only to the evilness, that's leaves no repent,
Blood coats with red cloaks,
When I extend my rhymes you see fire when I spoke,
Feel like Jesus after the third day he woke,
Non recognizable,
cats is disgusting to you,
Mad you,
broke from the illusion around you,
Shock like Pikachu, gats is firing at you,
Til ya soul is gone and body is blue,
Repeat history Bible theatre,
Caesar tactics,
React quick, when they see the scriptures lit,
Up swarms of tornados dancing in fire,
Like Elijah my hands raised high much higher,
Laughter comes before the disaster,
Sodom-Gomorrah mastered, the days of wickedry,
Poetry sitting with the best of best poetries,
Somethin' like Ghetto Speare, but ain't no room for growth here,
Alien baby,
Reptiles livin' amongst us
Just us daily,
Ick with the itchiness, wisdom used as my richness,
Only to the holy Torahs I invest, it's my natural conquest,
Behold the pale horse, riding with seven crowns,
Live from Htown, to any town near somewhere down town,
Can't escape the thundering grounds,
The beast these days lays in the seas,
North East breeze,
Leviathan is a She and not a He, the ***** is just awaiting for birth,
But the key is tucked far away for what it's worth,
They scared to cross the Ice Walls, holding my *****
Don't talk what I don't know from my maw,
We in the end times, but folks ain't keep up to the time,
Rewind, back to the days when everyone was fine,
Marks of a skin tanner, hulkin' ya like Banner,
I broke loose from the universal taggin' scanner, what
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 1:50 PM UTC
Wear your muzzle
and do not protest!
Attendance with others
will end in arrest.
So, keep your mouth shut
and toe our line,
Failure to do so will end
in a fine.
Your freedom is gone
for you're just a pawn.
In this game we play,
human rights are withdrawn.
Predictively programmed
your mind now is ours.
You entered a ballot,
relinquished your powers.
When all said and done
this is your own fault.
Industrial complex,
I dare you revolt.
Kaydee.
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 1:27 PM UTC
secrets, are no fun,
secrets hurt someone,
for now, poetry can
garnish
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 8:14 AM UTC
Hard Topics more or less Essential?
To speak your mind raise your voice
Your choice
Life fundamentals which are potentially not fun to mention or list them in a Corrupt System
That is Systematically
Problematic
Absurd to merge these choice words
with opposing verbs
To please the Masses
Seeing how The Watchers watch
and observe from an Orbital distance
For they have their Watchmen and henchmen but not to be confused with
Jehovah's true or 2 witness
For the rings of Saturn have
dangerous curves
These here I recognize as anti-Christ like
or anti-Christian affiliated or anything
remotely anti-Christ or anti-
Christian
Like a one world Religion
I'm talking NWO false prophetic enlisted
Tricksters mixed in with vicious
Political figures
No figment of my imagination
hearsay or a conspiracy with a twist
I'm just down for exposing
Who's Who
Call me a Conspiracist
with a list
No.. better yet
I'm more like a Realist
with a real list
And no I'm not Heaven sent
or Hell bent on the descension of
your opinions
Because I have my own Ascension
to ascend to
With other worldly entities from other
Dimensions against me
Who hate me for being Christ affiliated
and Christ opinionated
With a whole unholy Nation sanctioned
to alienate me with more hatred?
Big Mistake
For I'll just debate it as being Under-estimated
And hold true to the Essentials
of Life fundamentals
Unabated
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC
closed minds,
provide for the loudest mouths,
while everyone is
quietly weird
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 7:56 PM UTC
Another country closes another border,
this is a perverse reverse of the New World Order,
every headline reads the same thing,
the coronavirus has gone viral,
“Stay Calm & Do Panic”,
nothing is under control,
as if we need more encouragement,
to be more paranoid and less social,
mind racing as the world its put on hold…
“Practice social distancing.”,
“If you feel sick self-isolate.”,
“Go home, stay home, stay safe.”,
“Handshakes and hugs can wait.”,
national emergencies are declared,
caught off guard no one is prepared,
call in the National Guard,
fear is a powerful factor and everyone is scared,
well,
I’d rather die together than live alone,
so I go out but find no one around,
so now the only way to connect is through my phone,
meanwhile back in reality,
only 5,000 people have died globally,
while 18,000,000 die every year from heart disease,
so tell me what’s really going on,
broken hearted the fix is in,
the new monster is CoVid-19,
it’s our generation’s 9/11,
the parallels are frightening,
and I don’t know what the heck to do,
so I just write these words as my message in a bottle,
which I send off from my island,
hoping it reaches you before the day after tomorrow,
as another country closes another border,
this is a perverse reverse of the New World Order,
every headline reads the same thing,
the coronavirus has gone viral…
∆ Aaron Lux ∆
March, 2020
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
Where to start,
don’t know where to begin,
coronavirus has the whole globe scared,
trying to stay balanced as the world spins,
and I don’t drink but pour me some gin,
I’m way down going rounds all in,
want to help the planet don’t know how to save it,
praying for redemption,
black white old young,
discrimination is an illusion woman or man,
truth so bright it hurts the eyes,
in the sun soul got a tan,
where are you at,
before we check out let’s check in,
suicide not an option so what’s the plan b,
pen in my hand is a lethal weapon,
no Danny Glover or Mel Gibson,
just a car with no roof firing pistons,
and if Death was at my door last night,
I didn’t notice and missed Him,
feels like it’s all about to end,
forget a lover I just need a friend,
because I’m not feeling ****** these days,
heck I don’t know if I’m feeling anything,
this is an Ode To Those That Know,
or at least to those that still show,
some sort of emotional intelligence,
anyways whatever hello from the other side it’s time to go,
but to where is the question,
as you sit there staring at this screen,
self isolation world in tribulation,
please let me know if you know what I mean,
where to start,
don’t know where to begin,
coronavirus has the whole globe scared,
trying to stay balanced as the world spins…
∆ LaLux ∆
3/20
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 3:24 AM UTC
suddenly the tide has turned
the mystic rhythm I had learned
is flailing like a bird at sea
the shores are distant
I am lost in me
the wind is howling like a lonely dog
they make their way through the mountain fog
fallen creatures claim their place
collecting loyals for the master race
I hear the whispers
as I awake
it is my soul
they are here to take
as long as Sun
does break the night
as long as
I shall wake to light
I will not succumb to Satan's rule
I will not become his loyal fool
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
I run, they chase.
Genetically modifying the master race. We are trapped, for it will always know your face.
Anytime and any place.
****** recognition in your private space. Never overlook a clue and never leave a trace.
For they will charge you with a premeditated sentence.
Can we comprehend this as our fate, while others are being hurdled through these prison gates.
Everyone can run but we'll never be hidden.
This kind of knowledge is completely forbidden.
We are the enemy as ponds set in place. So I run, yet they chase.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
Put a friendly face on death and make him my
friend. Bring diseases curled as gifts, as water on
dry tongues, and on health-stain tort in whisked
hues that all sing sad songs of early deaths. Bring
me daily, hot food on warm plates, stone cold and
grotesque. Bring it all briskly to the coffin I call
my bed, and there I'll watch myself die.
And have the Priest fit on the site of my birth,
for I'll be born a dead boy anyway. Stuck with
lab venom; your cures at the end of sticks
plunged quietly into my skin. All stilted vats
of Death in good taste– jet blindness; splash
misery for Mothers– Mock execution on mass
for nameless rats who'd been held as babies.
But now I'm old, old as a child can be without death,
how can I breath in such vile brews as the air?
Downtrodden clouds roiled by atrocity; roiled and
molested white carapace that falls day by day, each
onto innocent lungs-aged madly. But what tranquil
traumas I have witnessed– on soft eyes and soft skin–
on groves I'd though real– and how maybe if I never
spend my time here, I can never waste it, for we'll
all have drank from the tass before too long.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 7:34 AM UTC
**We’re Gonna Need Some Sunglasses For This Mushroom Cloud
Gonna need some sunglasses for this one,
it’s 6AM I’m in LA it’s been a long night for sure,
just gotta get into that cafe get that cappuccino,
then get safely unnoticed and back to the idling car,
Jar,
of Flies,
sorry I’m not sorry,
that’s a bad reference to 1995,
bad because Jar of Flies was a different year,
different year different name,
’95 was self-titled,
‘Alice In Chains’,
remind me again,
what the heck we’re talking about,
this poem has no parameters,
it’s off course but still going along,
gonna need some sunglasses for this one,
like my glasses like I like my roast,
with my Valentino’s and dark cappuccino,
and you with your mimosa my dear Yoda let us toast,
“To the Next Episode!” let’s go,
No Dre though it’s more of a Good Day,
not to be rude to Ice Cube but I got ice cubes in my flute,
in perpetual motion from chronic transitions of change,
and when I say Change I’m not talking about Rock The Vote,
because we all see where voting got us,
now we got ‘ Donald Duck Mr. Talk A lot of Nonsense’,
we got that stone cold soviet ****** Kim Jong-un launching stunner missiles like Steve Austin,
dropping finishing moves ’Cold Stunning’ but instead of a drop kick he’s bomb launching,
we can’t even stop him as in Kim Jong-un with bad movies and meetings with Dennis Rodman,
Oh My God Son!
We’re really gonna need some sunglasses for this one,
have you ever seen the magnificence of an Atom Bomb,
a mushroom clouds of the most beautiful hues,
a moment of infinite Light just before the moment we’re all eternally gone…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆**
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
Things are quite rocky in today's world wouldn't you say?
Hate is growing stronger, as a consequence love is waxing cold day by day.
Celebrities are securing riches while the rest of the world succumbs into sickness.
Everyday Americans are going into foreclosure, others can't obtain jobs to pay their monthly dues. There's even a battle on the news based on who has the right to use a particular bathroom. Simultaneously there's millions of homeless people starving and sleeping on the streets.
Meanwhile it's breaking news that Beyonce is having twins!
Still, we never hear CNN mention the pedophiles that were arrested in California. Which resulted in 450+ arrests and counting, the veil has been lifted if you have open eyes to look.
There, there you can go back to sleep now... Continue dreaming about Beyonce's twins.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
Where the hell is humanity
All I see is insanity
Focusing on wars and vanity
Speaking up gets people mad at me
Nothing on this planet is flattering
People starving and freezing; teeth are chattering
Police taking blankets from the homeless
Even in the places where snow is
People are so violent and shameless
Is there even a way to tame this
Or do our efforts further inflame this
It's time to collectively claim this
Look at all the problems that we make
By blindly following the side we take
Politics and money are one in the same
Why must we think life is all about fame
We have so much more that we can do
Like question why the sky isn't blue
What are those lines that expand all day long
Is questioning their safety so ******* wrong
Everything on this planet is basically toxic
And people wonder why we're all so sick
Plastic, chemicals, metals, and poisonous water
Feeding processed foods to your son and your daughter
When the aquifers are empty, what will you think
You're going to rely on toxic water and oil to drink?
I swear to God you need to look around
In the sky, at the world, and what's underground
Did you know that bees are life and so is clean food
If the elite continues to rule, we're all ******* *******
False flags, terrorism, furthering their plan
For a one world government, that rules all the land
We're already slaves, but it will get so much worse
If we continue to forget that we all come first
Nobody should get left behind or feel like they're stuck
Let's show each other love and actually give a ****
Selfishness and narcissism run rampant in our world
Walking around like we own the place, our lips slightly furled
Looking into each other's eyes but there's not much there
I see shallow complacency, that infamous fluoride stare
The world is going down, unless we turn it around
Look at Syria, Palestine, and all areas that surround
Fear, violence, and terrorism is life
No husband is safe, no child, no wife
They're eating the grass
And rotten food from the trash
Starving and freezing throughout the winter
They can't even leave their towns, they're stuck in the center
They've been targeted by rulers of this sick twisted place
The banksters are evil they don’t belong in our space
How can they be so far removed from the rest of the planet
If anything benefits us they make sure to ban it
LSD, mushrooms, cannabis, and DMT Anything good for cancer: B17 and CBD
Essential oils are what's next on their list
I swear if they take my lavender I'll be so ******* ******
Alternative energy is more than suppressed
The need for clean energy should be more vocally addressed
But when it is, someone intervenes and hides great inventions
Laws and patents are created to stop our intentions
For a clean world and a safe place
The elite couldn't care less about the lives that they waste
They build on the dark side of the moon or possibly Mars
They're preparing themselves a new world, while they **** up ours
I only feel solace when I look into space....
Why must it be so hard to save the human race?
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
(written backstage after Beyoncé final Formation Tour EU Show)
Gold Bottles
Flew into Barcelona,
en route to Portugal,
after two weeks in Budapest,
and one week in Milan,
Milan was for a lover,
Budapest was to relax,
Portugal is business,
and Barcelona was for fate,
had no idea Beyonce was performing,
her last show of the Formation tour,
so I went to her show after the Picasso museum,
walked right in no need for a pass,
went on stage,
watched the show,
got off the stage,
and said hi to Jay,
Jay Z was popping’ gold bottles,
yeah you know Ace of Spades,
and yeah I know,
that might sound a little cliche,
but hey,
it is what it is,
and I am what I am,
Jay had his classic Yankee Blue colors on,
I was wearing my tattoos,
the music had been so loud,
everything seemed so loud,
inside and out,
please pass me the champagne,
grasp,
the glass,
and,
sip…
Life’s such a trip,
I’m not even sure it’s real,
it’s like I went to sleep when I was a teenager,
and I woke up in my dreams,
I swear,
I could wake up tomorrow,
this could all be gone,
and I wouldn’t even be surprised,
in fact,
one day I will wake up tomorrow,
and this will all be gone,
and I will not at be at all surprised,
for now though,
I’m wide awake in this American dream,
and I can feel everything except for myself,
I eat but I’m not hungry I drink but I’m not thirsty,
sure I’ll drink that champagne,
Ace of Spades what a name,
maybe then I’ll be able to feel something,
maybe then I’ll be able to feel like this is real,
right,
now,
I,
slip…
Away from myself,
away from Jay Z,
away from all the eyes and attention,
away from this….
This silence,
seems so loud,
it screams so loud,
I’m tearing at the seams I bow,
trying to bow out gracefully,
exit stage left exit stage left,
where is my family where are my friends,
why is this silence all I have left,
left,
on a flight,
from Budapest,
to Barcelona,
Budapest was thermal paths,
and Eastern European women,
Barcelona was Beyonce,
Jay Z and gold bottles,
I’ve gotta to get to sleep soon,
got a flight to Portugal tomorrow,
got,
to,
get,
some sleep,
some time,
I don’t know who I am,
I just know I am not mine,
will touch down in Lisbon,
and be picked up right there,
taken on another tour,
no one said life was quite fair,
no fairy tale endings in the dragon’s lair,
where,
were we,
it seems we’ve gotten off track,
where,
was I,
somewhere with full bags and no place to unpack,
where do you go,
when you’ve gone everywhere else,
where do you find your silence,
how do you fill that void inside yourself,
somebody help,
I’m on a constant worldwide tour,
and everyone thinks it’s great,
people want to take my time and my attention,
but I don’t have the patience and I really hate to wait,
so before I’m even really here,
I’m already gone again,
and all that’s left are these words,
in the form of poems that I send,
like a message in a bottle,
I send from this island across the seas to you,
platinum plaques and gold bottles,
First Class seat I don’t deserve this it’s unbelievable,
flew into Barcelona,
en route to Portugal,
after two weeks in Budapest,
and one week in Milan,
Milan was for a lover,
Budapest was to relax,
Portugal is business,
and Barcelona was for fate…
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
The Poetry Trilogy
author of The Poetry Trilogy
author of The Hollywood Trilogy
author of The Holy Trilogy
∆
and here's some totally free music as well:
https://soundcloud.com/americandreamin/aaron-lux-truth-live-sky-tower
#beyonce #jayz #formation #poetryforever #thepowerofwords
#barcelona #formationtour #worldtour #hiphoppoetry #thelife ∆
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
Fire burning in the sky,
Caught us all by surprise,
They storm in, hard boots hitting the stairs,
Foreign-language screaming with their guns,
As we hold onto those who we love,
All that was, is gone.
A new law was placed, which they won,
Take caution for a new world order,
You can't run anywhere, they closed the borders,
All will choose their two choices left,
Imprisonment or death.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 10:23 AM UTC
Welcome to the New World Order.
CY02-1019-9321
This is my Serial Number.
Whats yours?
Were all just a part of 'The System' now.
Lambs to the slaughter,
Every last one of us.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
Unplug the TV.
Turn off the internet.
Going dark is the only thing that we can do.
Whether we know it or not, we are only feeding into these egregores.
We say we want to be informed.
We consider it being educated, cultured, aware.
But for what?
What good does it do to learn about the trials and tribulations around us?
So we can voice our opinion?
So we can say, "I told you so"?
So we can flex a little mental muscle,
playing games of connect the dots,
trying to predict the next big event?
We can watch it all fall apart, sure.
Pop some popcorn. Refresh the page.
Check the latest pinned threads.
But in the end what will it have mattered?
Aren't we all just trying to get the best seats in the house,
So we can watch the world burn around us?
Movements are not going to change anything,
No amount of rioting, protesting, demonstrations, reforms,
Viral videos, shares and likes, subscribers, followers,
You can be the loudest voice in the room but to no avail.
So they'll come for your guns.
What then?
You fight off one, maybe two, rounds of invaders.
They keep coming.
They keep moving in.
Surrounding you on all sides.
Then **** Your homestead just got WACO'd.
The war drums beat and the trumpets blare.
Bombs bursting in air.
Flags tattered and charred.
The stores are empty.
Your shelves are full.
For how long though?
One year? Five years? Ten year plans?
Then what?
When the soil is irradiated.
The waters contaminated.
The fish and birds and animals long since dead.
So hungry that you'll eat another human being?
Your mother? Your wife? Your son? Your daughter?
Dinner for ravenous wolves?
This really is the apocalypse.
It's not a lightning crash,
but a slow burn.
While the rest of the world denies,
and the angels in heaven cry,
the demons inside of us lie,
Not this time.
Not today.
We made it past this failed prediction date,
Y2K, 2012, Me Tel U Now,
What next?
September 23rd?
Are we really ready if it is?
So you think you can survive the fall,
well be proud and pat yourself on the back.
When the rest of the world is gone,
and only you and your hatred remain,
who will validate your ego then?
When the radioactive fallout pours from the sky,
covering everything in it's murky haze,
toxic winds and acid rain,
a scorched, ransacked and ravaged earth,
this is your inheritance?
Martial law
New World Order
FEMA camps
Economic collapse
Global pandemic
Staged alien invasion
Second comings
False messiahs
Peace and safety,
Woe and destruction
When it comes will you look back and remember these last dying days?
Will you regret following every trending story,
Every false flag media distraction,
Trying to predict and prove and make your point?
Will you feel justified then?
The doom you waited for so eagerly having finally arrived?
Your affairs all in order,
Scott free by the skin of your teeth,
the last of a dying race,
victorious and supreme?
Go outside.
Breathe in the air while you still can.
Hug your wife or husband or children.
Call your brother or sister and tell them you love them.
Put aside petty differences.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for ONLY THEY shall be called the sons and daughters of God.
This truth seeking superiority profits us nothing.
Vanity,
Vexation of spirit,
Chasing after the wind.
Soon days like these will be just a memory,
Something you'll daydream about,
Only to snap back to a cold and desolate room,
A can of kidney beans,
Three bullets left,
Not enough oil to keep your lamp burning through the night,
Danger around every corner,
Everyone you loved and cared for dead,
The pit in your stomach,
the lump in your throat,
the hope for survival all but snuffed out,
waiting for the rapture,
waiting to wake up from that bad dream
Won't you wish you had done more?
Loved harder?
Forgave sooner?
Given more generously?
It's not too late to start,
Those memories you make today,
Will be the fuel you need to keep going then,
It'll be the only thing keeping you alive,
when all else has already failed.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC
Everywhere I see,
news, internet, and newspapers.
Tell us, we may be the last.
And the end is near.
So fast and to late, the world
has been crumbling down
with the saint.
Pain, suffering, and losses
of thousands.
The earths ground crumble,
the weather goes insane.
Everything out of place, in fear
as we are.
Scared of the end.
Losing half the world,
in mysterious ways.
Lies, lies, lies.
The end is slowly emerging,
suffering to all,
depression, and darkness.
No one is safe, no one to trust,
the world is crumbling, as we sit there
not knowing.
When well it be for us?
My eyes have seen the signs,
my ears have heard the evil,
my mouth is covered.
The end is near,
already here.
It is beginning,
as we become watched,
nothing personally or private.
Scared for your safety of your family and
yourself.
The end is coming, I am not scared.
But ready to protect.
Ready to fight,
ready to survive.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC
Whether a blessing or a curse, I have the habit of looking at my thoughts under a magnifying glass. One particular thought that seems to play out in my mind is how do those around me, perceive me? I strive to live my life in a way of non-violence, ahimsa. And if I cause those around me to feel the flames of anger, judgment, etc, is that not a form of violence? Negative thoughts hurt a soul. And if I cause someone else pain, I inflict pain upon myself. I feel the key to life can be summarized in one word, perception. And on this particular evening, my perception led me to this trail of thoughts. Blowing up your news feed with an absurd amount of political (or what most would consider conspiracy theory) related posts is considered annoying among many people. Perhaps even ignorant to some. I know that most of the contents of what I post is "alternative" media. I know that a lot of people don't want to take the time out of their (understandably) busy day to read such things. But these are situations in which we need to be made aware of. Whether or not you deem it to be the truth, perceive the notion that anything is possible. And if there is just the slightest possibility that America, the land of the free, is rapidly losing it's freedom, should we not be the littlest bit concerned? When the government no longer serves its purpose, should we not, at the very least, question its authority? The primary purpose of any government is to uphold and protect the fundamental human rights of freedom, equality, peace, and justice for its people. I dunno about you, but I don't consider a land, nor it's citizens to be free when one cannot openly voice their opinions without being considered a threat to the general public. But then the question arises, if the government does not have our best interests in mind, what shall we do about it? I'm still searching for that answer. The world can seem an overwhelmingly bad place at times, even more so when the very walls of truth crumble around you. The task of change seems slightly less daunting when I remember these words, "You must take personal responsibility. You cannot change the circumstances, the seasons, or the wind, but you can change yourself. That is something you have charge of." Never underestimate the waves you can make, your very being is of the utmost importance. From dead plant matter to snails to undiscovered creatures of the deep, everything in the natural world is connected. You are part of that connection too! Without you, there can be no change. And on that note, I'll end my rambling.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
goodbye poetry
some get none
now to write for a cause and not applause
majoring in alienation
hijack a popular avatar
just for a pyrrhic victory
put everything into the microwave
universal wealth care
***** it all
ensuring that all this isn't for everyone
only the best continue following
gone to get a life
(aka self-inflicted pain experience)
real life just dragged on and on
the same names keep coming back
observing their well-established cliques
like an anthropologist observing chimps
that glorious era
when the streams of consciousness
suffered a drought
maelstrom of ragnarok
took summer off life support
tasty
electoral fraud as a way of life
just shredded all the "yes" votes so nobody would know
looking to buy an extremist audience
and wondering if maybe walmart has one
the carnage has just begun
seething rage into the vault
tabs opened to liveleak videos of beheadings
all that freedom and she says "vanilla, please"
ideas with which everyone agrees
ideas embraced by all
everyone loves megalomania
everyone enjoys violent passion
everyone loves paroxysms
90 percent of you don't actually exist
low intelligence levels in all but four followers
make that five
hail eris hail discord hail chaos
mark all as read
mark all as ******
trapped in a vicious cycle
eating white toasted bread and acting all stable
invisible at last
discovered a way to speak
freely without judgment
discovered a way to avoid
positive feedback
sitting down for lunch with two popes
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC