hi again. my names mike. im scared. ive been recently diagnosed with acute paranoid schizophrenia, i think. however, the doctor(who is not a real doctor)was inaccurate. setting me up to be his personal test dummy. well, its not gonna happen again. im looking for a team to enact a certain duty. a job for those who seem qualified.

the qualifications?: experience in violence and time travel.

the job?: to never divulge secrets of the job, which involves kidnapping said doctor and retrieving a small metal instrument from within his skull.(i have the needed information for the retrieval of this device.)

the time?: any time before the future. once we've orchestrated then enacted our team meeting, we must use our time travel facilities within the same minute of our arrival, as i have already set our return time for the mission to one minute after the last team member(gregg) arrives on location of said meeting point. we will(once gregg finally arrives, 28 minutes late!) pile into the 8-man machine and activate, sending us to our destination: february 2nd, 1989. this is the date that(we'll call him doctor octopus) doctor octopus received his supposed doctorate from stanford university. we will then obstruct the way between his home and his graduating ceremony by means of designing a car crash scenario. he will be knocked out cold, allowing us easy passage into his car, excavating his limp frame, and bringing it to a secure location(walmart)where we will then inject his brain with a bio-mechanical agent, leaving him there to wake up, confused, and minus a degree. we will then travel to april 2nd, 1999, to re-engage with doctor octopus, to kidnap him in order to extract the mechanism from within his skull, which at this time will be fully grown and functional, having been implanted by us through the injection of the bio-mechanical agent 10 years and 2 months prior. once obtaining said device, we will use it to communicate with the inter-dimentional beings doctor octopus has done the bidding of. we will pose as doctor octopus to gather intelligence as to how to travel through time, allowing the mission success, bringing us back to the original point of departure, arriving exactly one minute after original departure. leaving us with existing alibis(for i know everyone was with their families on groundhog day, 1989. and my birthday, 1999.) and no traceable evidence or witnesses, including yourselves, for i HAVE taken the liberty of going back to all of your days of birth and murdering your mothers with said team still unborn in the wombs, yet have gone back to said dates again to stop myself. allowing for success and no traceable links.

the place?: nowhere. the mission has already been completed. good job team.

the compensation?: 7.79 per hour.

Treachery & Fatherhood Of Falsehood the Serpent has been constructing the Perfect Mastermind plan for Millenniums. The Government System keeps us blind to the truth the Mass Media hide in their Masks Of Secrecy & Corrupted Mechanisms Of Mind Control & Mind Manipulation. Injecting you with mindless propaganda and outdated technological advances the Key Players a group of people who rule the World's Monetary & Credit System. A advanced form of modern slavery promising you a tangible piece of paper we call "Money" in exchange for your valued Life-Time. Though never telling you that their true hidden intentions by creating elaborate Companies, Corporations, Incorporations, Private Business Practices that comply with their hidden intentions and covering their perhaps shady Double Infrastructures. The bigger the secret the higher security its guarded with. Within their limitless power and the wider their spectrum creating a Market for a imposed...furthermore; exposed "Gray Area" where this information is totally restricted to only a selected few Man and Woman that run this "Corrupted System Of Law & Order." Symbolism, Cryptology, Hiroaglyphics, Power & Seduction, the Dream Life that only the Ultra Rich Ultra Powerful People enjoy... Making us strive higher try harder work faster and not even get to enjoy Life itself due to the tumultuous hectic agenda this type of people are being led to live. Sacrificing their Lives into this Griveous Trap a Ticking Time Bomb that is why the Billionaires complain of not ever enjoying life like regular and ordinary people. They are missing something exclusively vital for their vitality a Life leaning on being servicial not a tyrant, arrogant and prideful. Instead of focusing on being selfless they are selfish a Man or Woman with this much influence due to their riches can steal the essential importance of being a deep person with roots imbedded and engraved in their heart to not consider themselves higher and more important than the rest of your fellow man and woman. Unfortunately this people are usually greedy and power hungry and want to control everything they get their hands on. No self control wild extravagant riches and power like this come at a high price...a Life consuming unquenchable spendature of USD never being satisfied with nothing hence they don't lack the material things in Life. Nevertheless, they lack true empathy true compassion true generosity true love to an extent due to the fact they have to uphold a reputation a Life and a image that cannot be corrupted or misconstrued. Therefore, so much pressure from Society and other Powerful People with similar lifestyles (sharing the Billionare Status) can become tiring, challenging, confusing and even dangerous. With a extremely busy life people who own 88.9% of the World's Wealth are manipulating and forecasting the Whole Countries Futures in their Confederate Round Tables attributing their opinions and making extremely large donations of money to keep the Political, Judicial, Educational, Environmental, Scientifical, and Medical Mega-Massive branches that are being steared and directed towards more and more "Chaos and Corruption" that is so subtle is impossible for normal or even highly intellectual people fail to see this World we live in is being prepared for a World War III a war of astronomical proportions; and the ones making it possible are this people am describing here. Fact is however this people are Dynasty's of Families that been constructing this and devicing this finale to show that we are ruled by Forces Of Humanity's greatest nature of tend to follow their inner "Darkness" instead of focusing on changing and trying something new becoming a diciplined instructed in the "Light". A Holy War the experts in Theology & Religions call it. Good versus Evil. With Great Power comes Great Responsibility. Demonic Forces are at work so they say and other similar horrors Intra-dimentional beings and Syphs of Infernal Places are among us back then even till now...The Fallen Cherub Samamiel the "Morning Star" before becoming jelaous prideful and arrogant towards his Creator was one of God's Favorite Angels. After being casted out of Heaven in the Second Angelic War...he gained his new name Lucifer. He was casted to the Earth, however he was able to persuade 1/3 of the Heavenly Host to fall along with him. Furthermore, when this happened he lived and formulated plans to enact revenge on God his Son and the Holy Spirit. Since this Fallen Armada of Heavenly Host was casted out of Heaven the perfect equilibrium or balance of power was divided into 3 factions. 33.3% Strongest Angels 33.3% Mediocre to Weak Angels and 33.3% Fallen Angels.

~Angelic Hiearchy~
1.Arch-Angels
2.Cherubs
3.Seraphims
4.Observer-Angels
5­.Guardian-Angels
6.Master-Messenger-Angels
7.Messenger-Angels
~An­gelic Beings~
Dragons
Lions
Eagle-like Creatures
Giant Golems
Celestial Beings
Syphs
Intra-dimentional Beings
~Fallen Angels~
Serpentine Beings
Dragons
Nightmarish Creatures
Incubus
Succubus
Syphs
Intra-dimentional Beings

The Devil (Another common name for Lucifer) the first 4 Millenniums him and his Angels where only allowed to plant device and use human beings in those eras in their Spiritual Form...invisible yet highly cunning, deceptive, persuasive and subtle. This Final Millennium he is here in the Flesh him and all his Angelic Host too...trying to still do what they always have done...Steal, **** and Destroy what God has been able to put up with Humanity's insolence  disobedience and corruption for granting this inherited curse thru "Adam & Eve" nevertheless, Jesus Christ already came and atoned Mankind's sin and culpability. Allowing us to recieve, communicate, interpret, decypher, learn and use the new intermidiator "Christ" to talk to The Father and all his Angelic Beings freely. The meek & humble people of poor upbringing are rich in spirit but poor in material things little do they know they are highly favored by our Creator and the ones who are rich and lack no material things food or drink are poor in spirit due to their negligence towards God hence they have allowed their hearts to become trapped in a World of Fleshly Indulgence. Test the various messages I have talked about in this Blog...we live in the Final Hours to be at last liberated from this World's Death Grip on our Lives once and for all...Although not all Rich people are bad or poor in spirit a few seldomly selected ones have used their wealth wisely to prosper our neighborhoods, lives, create jobs, impose Go-Green Ecological Advancements, and deep down are they themselves are seen with high favor in God's eyesight too.

Final footnote "Remember we cannot change what's written but we can at least help those who are hopeless, lost in a world full of darkness"

-Franko The Christian Poet-

IT'S NOT MY FAULT
i don't have any regrets

it's not my fault and i don't have any regrets

Because you are awful
you act like a terrible person
and you've been acting so long that maybe that's what you've become
I wish I could say to you what I've been thinking quietly in my head for years.
That if you really wanted to be connected to me you would have
Made room in your life for some other than yourself
You would have bought an apartment that could fit more than one bed you would have cleaned up your life and sacrificed a bit of your happiness for mine
But you didn't you stopped listening
To the point were talking isn't even worth it
You stopped wanting to know me and tried to project what you thought should be real
to the point that in your eyes i am two dimentional
You have broken me so many times
to the point were I'm surprised there is any of my heart left to love you
You have never been there
Never cared for me while I was sick
Never Taught me the lessons you should have
Never cared for me in the way you should have
But beyond this you blame me for all that happened and you tell
me that I will regret it
You threaten, belittle, and guilt me until I'm shaking
and even the words and tears are try to escape
I wonder what you think after these talks of ours
Do you think "Ah well done, you've successfully convinced her of your kindness and love, charitably and insurmountable generosity."
I wonder how far below football and laundry I am on your list of things that matter
It would make no difference how much I tried because even then you would go back to your despicable, insignificant, and hurtful ways just the same as it's ever been
How many times are you going to blame her you our problems
While you put in a half effort she gave everything she could give and more
She is by no means perfect but she never has put me down or let me down like you have and
You will never be one thousandth of the person she is
You horrify me
I am grateful that I'm an only child and that you have no friends because I would not wish your treatment on anyone
So as I sit here trying not to cry because of how much I would love to be able to hate you I think what I've been thinking for years when I'm around you
*******
IT'S NOT MY FAULT
I HAVE NO REGRET
IT'S NOT MY FAULT I HAVE NO REGRET.

When my baby's web of Whispers
                                  screams I love you in my ear,
    it echos through  grey matted cranium
                                  sending messages ear to ear.

My synapse snapping,
           and gravity collapsing,
    a host to the sensual, 
            muti-dimentional..
                    no such word as fear.

                                It really slays me
                                when I see it disappear.

When we make love my ego burns in effigy sending naked stars to fall.
                                 there is nowhere I'd rather be,
                                  it's a natural born lover's ball.

Candles kissing the air, flickering flame of release, total estacy,  
it's not just *** to me, a forgiving rush of peace,
                                         I stand in wait, waiting for your call,
                                         oh will the feeling never cease...
                                    No four-way flashing, not only fore-play happening,
                                                      ­       no yield sign to stop me now.
                                      Like a gold mine, she'll be tappin' me,
                                                     yes, right in the kisser    pow!
      
                                         My baby is drama free... if anyone creates confusion    that would be me.
                                                             ­                                                                 ­        
                                
                    Everything is oh so fine,
                                yes, I'm hers and she's mine.
                                                   It is one slipping
                                                      shift on into the sublime. 
                                         That's the way i want it
                                      not exactly every ones cup of tea
                                                           still, she brings it on for me. 
                                

                     © 2013

Winter snow solstic shows us
when cold slows bones to ice stones
and muscles chilled, while blood thickens
blurry vision from frozen retnas
tissue senseless cause our sences suspend us
from the inevatable light tunnel
the funnel, the big sun dail
exiled, buried deep in a snow pile
is the there a another ice age, awaiting back stage?
Ready to turn the page to a beautiful new fase
of this planet, our only lfe cage
Osilating axel, balanced in the void of a
spiraling dust cloud of penatrating noise
Beings adapted to stellar propeller through the
dimentional divide, alone in this realm we hide
so close to cold and certain death
our sun gives us life for the oxygen of our breathe

Every time I look at you...*
So many poems
Begin with these words.

This is one of them.
*...I feel as if I've stolen you
From some poor fool

Who just didn't do it for you.
I don't even wish I could say
That I'm sorry.

You are my loot, some treasure
That I Indiana Jones'ed out of
A collapsing cave,

And nearly lost my hat in the
Process. An unknown piece
Of Wagner's, discovered

In a Richard Clayderman Plays
ABBA book of sheet music at a
Flea market.

You touch me the way I remember
Dreaming that woman on the
Poster on the wall of my friend's

Bedroom in '88
Would magically climb down from
Her two-dimentional pedestal  

And do. "I know you," I think
Every time I look at you.
Sometimes you look at me

And confess -after I've left you
Breathless by doing and/or saying
Something so clownishly stupid

You nearly fell to the floor laughing-
That you "can't believe we've barely
Been together for months..."

I know. In so many
Ways, we
Haven't.

adults make me scared of
becoming two dimentional

is this my last year
of seeing in color?

if my eyes start to look like yours,
all lifeless and disappointed

i'd rather die young

If you only see with your eyes
then I am truly sorry for you...
of course we see what
is right in front of us
But there should
be something more
something different
something unexplored
something that strikes
your curious mind
You should be able to
see past the lense of this world
ans past the Iris of your mind

You should be able to
behold something
greater than what
this optical
3-dimentional
world allows...

You should be able to
peek into the soul of another
and casually sneak into
one's thoughts
and behold the
very structure
of one's being
and gaze into one's heart...


You should be able to
peer into the
universe
as you stare
at the world
questioning reality


You should know the answer
from a simple gaze
in one's eyes
to a question that is
unspoken still
you should be able
to behold gravity
and take a mental picture
of the wind...

You should be able to see
your lovers flaws
and their mundane thoughts
all of which
don't bother you
because it's their love
you've won...


You should see past
the depths of the oceans
deepest layers

And spot Laveithan's chambers
listening to him obeying God

And you should look high into the skies
being able to count all the stars

My promised Meridian
A poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from original Persian into English by the author

Could you possibly find the name of the City in my own personal riddle;
The Landmark starts on the hill
And my sculpture is the landmark on Koohsangi Hills
Take the letter "Y" as its name
A thousand miles above the Sea Level
Geographically archived on the life line of my Palms
You know, it's my third gravity
And makes the gravity less.

And this last landmark
As if it's a dreamlike bas-relief on KOOHSANGI HILLS
And here it is
My footprints on the earth
Left after me.

Is this the same Geographic Meridian
Or my own promised land?

Now look at my Palm again, notice the heartline
The whole Land mass
Its Gravity captured me
Triangles are reshaping into a curve
My whole life like the Sharp Winding Geometry of New Labyrinths
My garments are there
Stuck !

As if there is no pear here
And my dress looks like a pear
But dark
Shadowy
Oxygen of air
A glass of water
And how I love you
Like a lonely cherry
This land had a crush on me!

As massive as that dream
Quite dimentional
Three dimentional
Like your heartlines
Folded, steamed in the Laundromat
But this corner is not gonna get creased.

The Landmark at the end of KOOHSANGI Street
Like a ***** I had been trekking the city, every corner of it
Which has given voice to my coughing throat...

Is this the promised meridian
Or my own promised land?

What's the last memorabilia?
Is it my face whirling in the winds shapelessly?
I'm not there any more but my heartlines there after me...
My whole heart head to foot became the murals of the City
Prickly pears
Prickly pears
When the lines join, your fate's destined
And now I have a new face.

How symmetrical it is!  

The City Mashhad was the answer to my riddle
Very complicated
Never entered my Vagabound mind
And now I'm the poison ivy of KHORSASAN
My dress over the washing hanging
Growing over the walls of houses,
One after another
My collective memory could have never found the name of this City!

One thousansd and one nights have passed
I was restless to sleep
But tomorrow
Would be the first day of my life!

Long after
The city would be a double Cherry
And what would be left after allllll....
My face over the hillllllllllllls...

i'm not looking for andy,
nope,
    not looking for chi (χ)
i'm looking for the ******
uptight one...
   yep, that one bearing
either ✝ or the tau -
let's face it, we're competing
with the asiatic tao
with our western tau...
don't know what it is
to be exact...
    it's not exactly an armchair
or the collective term for
aranging objects in
a room that's feng shui...
and yes, it's not exactly a
comfy bead... you
tell the difference, ✝ vs. T...
less commanding is the crucifix
is only a T and not a ✝,
whoa whoa! calm down
you orthodox misters with your
excesses... st. xenia, calm down
woman...
you're trying to tell me
he was crucified with his legs
apart?! that's new...
     ******* managed to
hammer in the tetra"grammaton"
worth of nails into him,
like st. andrew? wow... phew...
oh come on, let's be anti-semitic
like the jews are
concerning, but one man!
   join the mob, what's it to you
what with the auschwitz litter?
what have i done?
i just deviated from the third
party source,
suggested by the man
himself: as the ultimate
deviance, the ultimate heresy:
after all...
   a dove can take a ****
mid-flight, and it might as
well land on your sunday
attire;
and yes, i never laughed with so
much air in my stomach,
and nutrition in my lungs...
it's a family joke though...
  it ran like this:
our great-grandmother prayed for
all of us...
   i can't remember having
made so many signs of the cross
in a minute...
   probably 5 or more,
5+ signs of the cross with a pen,
hunched over a sūdokú puzzle...
    is + so much different from
the ******* x?
hence ******* out of third parties,
or the collective voice
of the "holy" ghost...
     ******, go home, forget the fact
that i did visit barcelona once upon a time...
but i make them,
every single time i "attempt" (i.e. solve)
a sūdokú puzzle (3 dimensional
implosion in a 2 dimentional canvas,
a bit like a black hole...
play the original tomb raider
and take a closer look
   at the ferns... apparently
2 dimensional objects can exist
in 3 dimensional space...
   hence the loss of time) -
  | -       - |                  - -
             | |              **** me,
almost looks like reading morse code;
so grand-mother said her prayers
dutifuly,
   and i came just behind her,
making the sign of the cross,
       with a pen, on the canvas of sūdokú.