An All or Nothing Kinda Cosmos



Migrating to the point of this event focuses on the inception of the American slumber at it’s constitutional root which requires examination of the separation tool which has unified us all, in determination of the ultimate outcome which results for most American men which is on the couch with your hand down your pants in a synaptic stupor.  This analyzation requires working backwards constitutionally in branch-root fashion.  As the final installment of snapper head- dom unfolds, the belief that this would in fact lead to the causation, in idiotic Amercian scientist examination mode (Because all the smart ones are killed or in prison) in hypothesized scientifically American experimental fashion (completely ignoring all laws of quantum physics and any natural law that existed since the beginning of time)  leading to three different factors of causation.  Primarily, the middle American diet sending one hypoglycemic stupor for 4/5 of life before the ultimate onset of diabetes and wondering why your kids bounced off the wall for two decades and shit their pants on city buses prior to pharmaceutical application ultimately forcing a tv stupor (which is considered an unbeatable root power for the sake of this experimentation).  The music distributed by the recording industry worldwide which records in frequencies (Hz)  that jar and disrupt human consciousness.  And finally the language utilized by a small number of ruling elitist/families/aliens in an attempt to take over the cosmos will all be considered.

As a preliminary side note addressing the fact that Hillary’s hubby was the acting reason media giants were enabled to seize the airwaves and completely devour the human mind (which I felt needed correction) is necessary. Pez dispenser eating, red-stated middle americans must be aware of this before you go into a hypoglycemic seizure prior to the end of this post and should completely ignore the aspect of the dual governmental figure headed role play (In toxic couple-like national exhibitionists) which never cesses in it’s goal of ping pong blame duping for power.

First an ecceclticaly enhanced culinary occurrence-like thought…so much for your attention therapy hebevours.  As synthetically investigating the American mindset I devour like the dream slowly devours our synapses, I flashback to the best burger/burger like meal ever ingested in a gas station in Nebraska in sloppy joe presentation (with some spiced culinary pluck of course, (not the burger, the rhymes)).

Blueberry basil donought thighs

Warm mouth reduction, don’t pasteurize

Kiesh, red miso, peach martini

Ray bans, whale sharks, Lamborghini

Hut 1, Hut 2….redundancy

slow death, bell’s palsy, Rich Cimini

Enzymes, chelates, raw food scenes

Chakras, crystals, no coosheens

maple bacon, tattooed T’s, clucking hens

Forgiato rims, happenings, kiesh again


Of course my investigating initially points to the fact that we are the only planet and galaxy for that matter without sound emanating atmospherically, which has been infiltrated by the ignorance and malisciousness of the music industry, and that the powers that be duped human consciousness yet again.  But the hypothesis failed, because the majority of middle-americans are just plane fat, too fat to be affected by sound.

Now you may think that with the music recording scene recorded at thought crushing ignorance, jolting blood sugar levels that wreak havoc on perspective, and jooches with nothing to do but stare in front of mind warping lingo without knowing for decades; all contribute to rotting with your hands down your pants.  But it’s not true, blood sugar levels have nothing to do with the outcome.  You guys are already at your biochemical floor to let diabetes further impact you negatively.

Let’s recap. So it’s not that manipulation of sound pounding the back of your medulla oblongatas.  It’s not the hypoglycemia nor diabetes nor your pharmaceutically perscribed 10 year old drinking a slurpy with his fingers in the adjacent room.   All factors may be a contributor, but not the real reason why you perennially sit on the couch with your hands down your pants.  The reason you sit on the couch with your hands down your pants is because you like the smell.


If a tree falls in a living room… you smell that too?





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All The Answers

I’m feeling standoffish, and you know what happens when  I feel standoffish.  Are you paying attention styrofoam?  Cause I’d search for the lost episodes as they have the most catalyst to infamous malnutritioned complacency you lulled the nation into through the majority of the 80’s and 90’s.

And if I see another Bee doing a jig on concrete in non bee-like fashion one more consecutive day, I’m probably just gonna spew more jargon than what’s left on a hookers face when a democratic convention comes to town.  Which spawns a thought: maybe you guys should stop kidding yourself about how much better the elephants are than those jackasses.  Maybe those are the same people who still have roundup in their garages, and if so It wouldn’t be such a bad idea if those people threw themselves off a bridge because there is a very good chance that your stupidity will be too valuable for the bad aliens and they will most likely catch you and deem you invaluable for the end goals to their agenda.  Consider it a test of faith.  How are we the only country that cannot get a company poisoning our food supply on macro levels while eluding to healthy efficiency in sinister fashion and not think that there is a goal of desiring people exiting this country?  And for what reason?


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As you can see, I am an true open G center (identity/Personality) and a true open heart center, I have none of my own emotions, I have open sacral center (sex center) so 2 of 3 motors are not there.  I am a PROJECTOR.  I also have many connections which are splenic (intuition).  This is something you do not have to believe, IT DEMONSTRATES ITSELF


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Over and Out

There’s something you notice after about 5-9 seconds into witnessing a shit spewing conversation that mixes a certain kind of sarcastic rhythm, entertaining logic and fortitude to talk over someone indiscriminately that really distinguishes a caring NYer from other parts of this country.  I really love you guys, I really do.

You know…tall buildings and infinite concrete can really do a number on the human psyche. I wanna say that even if I wanted to stay here, that at the very least one of my part time gigs of hair test analysis, (one of the best nutritional repairers and preventers of disease established) cannot be conducted in New York State, the only state of it’s kind in the nation.  Not too mention the archaic taboo situation of medical marijuanna (phoenix tears), which kills blast cells  in the most tricky of blood cancers (of the most tricky diseases) for the terminally ill.  Of course, if you don’t beleive that, you probably are dumb enough not to use the medical oil as the most effective reliever (same tears) of cancer treatment symptoms, but hey don’t vote on that, let hundreds of thousand suffer needlessly because Jewseppe is stuffing his scungilli-eating face and doest want his 17 year old smoking a joint 3 months earlier than when he would have done if it were illegal.

I think not using weed when you are sick on that level is about as dumb as using it when you are perfectly healthy.  Modern weed and its hybridized strength completely reverses the flow of upper chakras, not good.  And marinol is just all bad, don’t touch it even if it is free.

NYC, I want to say you are a west coast town mentality with a sub 100,000 populous circa 1984, but this last stint, underneath the pristine theaters, art schools, dope clubs and street gear, and the most hysterical people in the world,  NYC…I’m going to downgrade you to a current day Lubbock Texas.  Don’t get me wrong, this is strictly focussing on the umbrella consciousness of regulation pressing down on you artsy fartsies, not the actual artsy fartsies themselves, cause your art farts with luster.  It’s just that they reside in the most ignorant, archaic, broken, regulatory system headed by dated logic the nation has to offer. You know the ones, the ones that say the brooklyn and manhattan water supply is the best in the nation when it’s fluoridated in the same amounts as when it was first introduced in Nazi concentration camps in order to destroy the will and self assertion due to its ability to target glands in the brain….yeh that logic.

Jewseppe, you are a catch 22 of epic proportions, O’maley Tang would be proud.

I’m not going to say that taking a jab out of structures that do not serve anyone anymore, except the actors and marketers of news castings that promote it, doesn’t give me a chubby.  As many of you might already know, my ball bag has this spontaneous relationship with old structure tearing, national alarm triggering, and fox groveling. Eternally viable serendipitous wads of love gum destroy dry wall and not only act as a supreme form of HVAC, but has the potential to eternally grow with any womb of choice.  Yes, my house looks like cheese of the swiss alps, but the air quality is just the same.

Have fun with swamp ass for the next 8 weeks.

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