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Hostile Helter

16 Jul

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Just because it is a game does not mean it ain’t dangerous. NBP

Sometimes the game ain’t a game. NBP

If you have not been chosen to play, it ain’t no game. NBP

After staying in the hostile for two years, I am overdone with it. Anything I was to learn from it will go stale the longer I have to endure it. I was already tired at the beginning of it. People going through my stuff and wreck it, was a step too much far into no-man-nor-woman’s-land. You can warn these hostiles one time, two times, two hundred times, but they choose not to listen. To stay is to have to wreck their personal business. Just because I have chosen not to, does not mean that I cannot push to do it. As I am quite tired of Perish too.

Maybe next year, I will look back and laugh at it. But for now, laughing is a matter of the Nile. This hostile mind has proven to be a prison not worth the suffering. To dislodge from it is the only solution I have for it. Until I get a handle on it and steady away from it, I will have to end my babble on NBP. Continue reading

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Ill Not Keeping Still

26 Jun

How the well hell did I convince myself that it was okay to write about the Bijlmer disaster? What made me think that I could write the demons off me? I got ready to hire a bandwagon and everything. The demons remaining steady on their own terrorizing wagon. Chemtrail sunbathing, while ordering another drink. Uranium and a malfunctioning bolt? I must be utterly mad. Under mind control of some cthulhu monster or something. I have no other excuse available. I have not been running a fever. No logic to hide the insanity of it. Cthulhic it is. Cthulhu reminds me of catholhies for some reason. Showing alcoholic priests. Mad point proven.

Media not touching the Bijlmer disaster, not even with a ten foot… ten meter pole, shows no-man’s-land. A desert harboring blinded scapegoats, and cthulhic priests hunting them. For a Black woman to take a stroll down there shows the double blind spell still working. For me to double dare publish on the disaster was to find myself a pariah even in alternative media. “Some people are loners.” Loner patsy. Duh. I told you that already. In forged isolation, I read plenty of articles showing the bits and pieces of the disaster story without mentioning it. No balls. Continue reading

Seek Ye Her Gate

10 Jun

Better write this quickly before it can get pushed aside again. Too many people got nervous about what I was going to write. Why e’rbody nervous about me doing some research? Seeking to cover their hind gates. Thus, showing me that they knew much more already. Waiting for the sign to let it out. What skeletons could they still be hiding? All I knew at the time was that things did not add up on top of not making sense. Yet, I got treated as if I was the person responsible. As if that plane hit the wrong flat. Something really fishy about it. Unfit for any restaurant. Oh well hell. On to greater things first.

To BE the greatest and KNOW it. It does not feel like he really left. Muhammad Ali had been on my list for TMB when I started it. Ready to profuse the site with his image. Upon further research I found the Black civil rights movement riddled with too many govern-your-mind agents, so I had to put my plan on ice. Cursing white govern-your-mind aside, to be clear on whether there could have been such movement without all those Continue reading

Wasted Time

11 Oct

 

Sorrow for

Wasting time

Being distracted

by them

Inflating my Continue reading

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Fade to Black

25 Nov

Know Their Opinions

18 Aug

Michael Brown Autopsy DrawingKnow their opinions least relevant
Just expression of their cultured ill
Even their demons keeping mute still

Never art devolved beyond deviant
Mind possession most detrimental
Chaos by police state more capable

Satan no longer most arrogant
New recruits taking over his skill
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Shoot No More

12 Aug

Save the Young Black Man DailyKosShoot No More

Much to say but no words left to etch into
the thickening walls of this immoral Pit.

Learned to use both my hands to protect
from the downpour of the beasts’ inner Grit.

Skull bucket got quickly filled and spilled
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