I no longer see running with thieves as an acceptable distraction, for everyone to become a buddha obsessed with non-attachment. When healing epigenetics and accessing affordable housing are not part of society and still used for entrapment.
Would it not be lovely to have more communal houses, yet our society is so sick now, how to allocate fairly, without familiar fiscal power determining who gets to use the shower.
To look in the mirror and see both the beaten and battered, in unison with what has been achieved, the internal power.
In a world gone mad with what over attraction between hominin creates, from an elemental seed within, or just a sickness of needing to dominate.
Without reason.
To feed capability, rather than stunt accordingly. Only the gentile, a dying breed within this system, to be gentle enough to nourish.
So more than a monotony can flourish.
When Anglo South Afrikaans still hold the easiest earning potential in a system exacerbated through their arrogance of malpractice at the mining level across the globe. Why mineral fraud was needed. “Just mine everything to the stress directions of my homeland I know what I am doing”.
So as “Advance Australia Fair”, leaves the national anthem, with the addition “we are one”. A giant data filtration system, for a show without authenticity. I think I am done.
Done entirely, free the birds, the little birds please set them free.
It is an arrogance to continue, what continues to blind us from how to be.
I do not exist for an African or Indian American to allocate me as a “turkey neck hick” when this overarching system makes me sick.
May you all be scrutinized more than a white skinned hominin from Old Sydney Town. Try stay sane and sober within that clown.
So, what exactly is PC? It is ok we have the CC, the crowns last grip of control on this mess to try reign in with reason the latino hubris.
I hate all equally, would rather talk real, as my life has just been a key for others to join the show reel.
The greatest show on earth, three rings for you gold lion, you showed us the line and no one cares!
Show your intelligence and gosh you shall see, your body exposed to radioactivity!
So we dumb down collectively, and poach those who do not know, so the war of the roses can continue with ammunition on show.
Yet how many generations of English from the “other colonies”, the gorillas, OG test subjects, have we lost painfully now for this new trajectory of racism towards us for me to say NO.
Think about the human sacrifice of anyone with the last name Rough in WW2 for reflection, maybe we needed the Rough the stay alive so the men today got a reminder of their behavior as a result of this BS.
So, the male anger of having intelligence and seeking collaboration to only loose teeth, coupled with the female rage of fiscal and bodily disempowerment. We see before us an end of something.
A welcomed end.
Instead of continuing the cave without hominin-to-hominin connection.
The allegory must end.
The vultures that have swooped upon us since ancient egypt, now controlled by microchips.
While as the military convicts of 1787 arrived in Sydney from various geographical locations around the world, still remain in the same echo-chamber of who betrayed their truth, lucky to survive a death rate of 1 to every 2.7 people as Charles Bateson might describe in his version of history. A false version of convict ships masters and surgeons for peace and to establish new “namesakes in the system”. The only thing accurate is that the military convicts where only charged with transportation to this place NSW as some of first children of this datacentric system as it stands today.
A system with no truth and too many treats.
Yet, it goes back to Jamestown, the many islands of the Sea, how the Jacksons came to Sydney. The 1802 journeys to Sydney from Rio? The Dutch East India company & many other factors outside of my radar that contribute to this monotony.
Let us just accept we all find hope in a hammock, still bound to land plunder and trade of the sea.
Knowing we may meet the people who give us some truth of our history yet still do not address how to improve on land water quality.
Me myself, can now only infer once upon a time, an ancestor of mine- a Bombay Saphire, identity hidden, traded by Arabs then saved by a ship heading to Sydney from Rio.
Is it worth the distraction? This eternal game?
As a cigarette filter takes 200years to decompose, as someone historically owned by the sea, 200years as a human filter for port stability and you have earned some truth of your ancestry.
So let us just continue the “Battle of Centaurs and Lapiths at the Wedding of Hippodamia”. See Cornelius Willem Claussone called Bos. 1550.
…and pass the duchy to the left-hand side.
And factor in China’s one child policy was not about sustainability more so the genetic expression of any second child depicting the lack of ethnic purity within historic breeding.