Maintain the insecurity to maintain a production line. Can you clarify in the year 2024 did you just whirlpool your trash into the ocean below Greenland to create that hotspot in the sea without factoring in minimizing supply? “ITS OK IT BECOMES GAS THEREFORE THE USA CAN OWN IT” …IT. The energy you created through the loss and abuse of other human lives so oversupply can be maintained and your “jurisdiction of governance can be expanded” into pristine zones. “We did that below Australia remember in a different Strait even installed the gas lift for the viking” 41.5 days per rotation. The many reasons the USA way not the way? “Are they waste or paste” – says us the supreme bitches. Says the Japanese school skirt wearing lipstick loving wealth pools who still desire a tongue instead of toilet to excrete and dispose their own personal waste to feel above a class. Probably cannot pass them as any class in the modern day but you all do, and call it an industry make it the Epstein barr virus. “There is a judge jury for that one now” -no just the political front. “Chemicals and cruises are just so profitable” Maybe just an appreciation of the original pine would have been a better base to stem from. Maintain insecurity to maintain production. That is the ethical difference that divides me and you. From what once was a gas dance for ethical economic alignment to what you all every idiot in chaos might need for sense and sensibility. I lost a friend today. The world change again. I would rather write and draw again with a pen. The friend I lost was the woman you tried to turn mad for a pharmaceutical scheme that didn’t allow one basic. My antiretroviral. Because your scheme is viral. That woman was my mother, my father my spirit and she deserved sense in peace before death alas your scheme tried to take that from her so I tapped in and that hurt to take that much of my life away again without acknowledging the leaps and bounds in basic health. That equated to a knowing and a base you wasted time to try classify other humans as paste. Because you are subservient to a corporate not national regime that is a Hitler one. And I am still the jew, the stinking jew you need to gas and hide behind the cook The cook in the kitchen who was just taking to a mouse. But I am human and I lost a dear ally today, the only one that mattered over the span of my life. Not a bloodline per se but still my whole family. The person that advocated unequivocally that I be alive today without personal attachment,never mistaken in their way. Anonymous was a woman. Anonymous was a man. Not a Fawkes or a hawk to be a soap ball of filth in the end to continue an eye and a delusion of purpose. Our lifespans are measured to be accurate for learning. Those that cling beyong timeframes given for lifespan and reason, are unnecessary. Once that statement I could say in good faith. No more mi amore they classified too many good people as paste. As I said a Wes Anderson movie marathon may teach you alot. When the conspotter of gas energy demands became a means to further construct a stage for an ethos of why and what remains. Meanwhile, those who worshipped a original house the structure of the end of a reed, many crests of the past displaced into an energy larger than a mouse. Meanwhile there is no bridge just a strategic meat curing station under infrastructure to consider.

 

My ancestry of duchy’s, passed to the left side.

We are unfortunately bigger than a plague on a mouse.

Try take my square eyes to be the pirates of the future. Make it a sub-marine and squid game.

Eradicate any descendants of the original court.

That tennis match regarding the Fracture Frequency create by your noise, unfortunately I am related to Fausto Figueredo.

A business man.

A business you set on repeat.

With an abuse of the Websters in the process.

So, as I eat beef again the first time in years, paired best with a Dao wine not a Douro. Read Fernando Pessoa, The narrative to sooth a disquiet created in a bygone era to the modern day that repeats due to the business of meat and wine and storage plays that repeat.

As you all abuse is one of my original house’s in the process. My place on the tennis court opposing the casino. The test of time, you are a high stake gambler but do you have any moral sense. What is your place amongst this mess?

Do you need me to talk Smith and Anderson other houses of mine. A Gray Reid not another Muppet with the right name married in. With more thrown in intergenerationally. My bloodline as it has been tested by the purple, the ink of the kings cross.

When my long term life love also called me spotlee…

I am the Sulphur and the cube and the star.

Who slaps mud on my face.

Yes it seems every day or every week I shall always be scrambled to be tested as a disgrace. Ribs broken, head beaten, gassed and drained.

Any peace I make you want to take to tube me? Already added the amplifier in

Madness thrown at me repeatedly so all I can care about is my body’s sanctity and health not numbers on a screen.

So who am I really not a swiss army man?

I am one of many who says societal model is the worst of all.

 

 

For my heart bleeds, not that you can take it from me with a magnetic pull. The fact every oil refinery burning this month this year is just evidence of your actions. You burn the evidence then demand more supply to repeat the problem, that is. You need crude, how do you make it, take away sleep of course, then everyone become courser, refining needed.

Maybe just learn to smell finesse. How dare you pull the perfume industry into such a mess.

But the hype of the GRIM, churns your money making wheel.

Politics of catering to that noise, taking up space and time to dig into the guilt.

Why, when culpability is avoided now intergenerationally.

Vanquishing others with sense to try make more… noise?

A layer, another layer for a location and the play.

Mea culpa now only seems to be settled with noise along a geological fault plane.

Cease and desist on your demands for more logic to cater to that need for more GRIM.

“ah but it is to settle it, this baby of mine I created”

The breadth to learn, what a a bleeding heart means?

Humph and galumph

refer to the map of the heart and leave me be.

 

 

When a hand grenade seems more palatable for business.

To allow a means for one to walk away alone onto a vast landscape. Decide, live or die without impact on another, just a small meteorite, leaving nothing but a tiny crater.

Less sinful than falling on a sword or using a bullet to end ones own brain.

Trading in choice pertaining to time and space, that leads to a result. An outcome, an income.

Is the ethos of business and trade, deemed to always be relevant for basics.

Creating ones own base. For stasis.

Not an alkaline ambiguity exactly.

Just the space for dream state that is ones own to digest not regress from a pressure of whatever dream state or delusion another scheme needs for their gain.

But that is exactly what ambiguity of trade needs has led to.

“No sub of mine can have subconscious processing that is not part of my act”

Then a lot of people decided life would be better as a bat.

Are you classified as fuel or fertilizer in the next 5 year plan?

When nutrients and fuel for supply and demand are not lacking, logistics for an eye may be.

Why blindsight me? Smite me?

“Is that paste”

I guess I was to you…

 

 

Politics, time to reconsider perspective. Liaise accordingly.

Or politics, noise and catering.

Checks and balances once allowed everything to be clear, when the scales had tipped either way within a democratic dance of notions or motions being considered.

Maybe just watch The Phoenician Scheme. Excellent movie.

Then understand fundamental principles of diffusivity, dispersion, advection.

Before you can justify containing more for a political show.

Or educate to know the role of a peclet number to brownian motion.

Instead of making more brown noise.

Or talking about my brown nose.

 

 

 

The black swan event, do you trade in options?

When improbability became the marker of high risk investment success, what is improbable, when everything can be bracketed to be predictable. The means to trade high loss or gain, within the markets of those who live for the screech. The noise not the sense. Those who take both nature and nurture without exchange only to exacerbate a play, a frequency, a chemical game.

Improbable becomes predictable, ever so easy. To secure an means for ambiguity and insecurity. An environmental powerplay as a means for duress. Why fall into that mess?

What is improbable is that I would ever beg.

Yet I may also BEG with the chords marked next to a bass clef: [BEG], [EGB], [EGG#], [FG#C], [GA#C], [GA#D],[GBD].

The treble as a metronome, [C],[C],[C],[C].

What is the improbability of liquefaction, of a pillar, with enough noise to make it an ongoing industry statement?

What is a greater loss the pillar or the people noted to work in the zone 1.2km below sea level?

depends on the game, the loss of time due to a

conversation,

a thrill,

an idea,

too many pills.

 

The pressure for complacence.

Leading to perpetual nascence…

 

 

 

The problem in between.

Those that aim to profit, “every experience I am exposed to must have some use or purpose”.

Society continues.

Modernises, stabilises somewhere always.

Meanwhile, the problem.

The problem evolves due to the ethos of an ego demanding it be useful to coexist.

The problem becomes more powerful, problematic.

Traumatic, hemorrhagic or hemostatic

holographic

gymnastic

dogmatic geriatric decided to go galactic

Wiped out a whole ethnographic

When elastic and electrostatic?

Climatic only the Atlantic?

aerodynamic to

inelastic and intermetallic

intrathoracic and unromantic

metachromatic?

tragic pick up a semi-automatic?

bacteriophagic potentially rheumatic?

Sold faith in democratic and bureaucratic.

bureaucratic

bureaucratic err.

From the problem beyond the original problem of the little girl. The reaction of others, never knowing how to learn from how everyone coped, what went wrong, the person’s in their lives who needed to profit, dogmatic in

“every experience I am exposed to must have some use or purpose for the loss of sense to make sense.”

When people experience something and do not have to factor in cents.

Of society as the little girl did, to keep on keeping on. Knowing sharing her energy to stabilise her surrounds was ok.

Sense of familiar and being, feedback cycles to learn from. 

Until one day she could stabilise her life without feeding others more of what they need, but all they wanted was more.

Something, something to avoid the fraud.

That started with the ethos, everything must be of use to them not an appreciation of the equilibrium.

Is that the problem? I never ever can have that endless repeat of a day on the nanoscale be my reality, the little girl just turned seven, said to herself. I must find a way to decipher a means to forge my own future and compartmentalise this problem. It means observing the others with the compulsion to just attack that one problem. Letting that problem guide them in that process of obsess -ion. It means an act from hereonin. There must be truth in the act though, the little girl said to herself, I must maintain my morals. The years passed by, the layers of deceit of others, the everything of everything piled in. To the problem. What is worth waiting from, what is love, what is worth catering to in the scheme of defining the ethics of my way. Longevity dances as not worth it, worth it. Sanity and order and only chaos in the creative. Is that the way she asks herself.. And so it goes.

A paradox, a man runs around again, hands in the air. No longer residing in his home of origin 20-30°N, 80-90°E. Slaps himself across the face, I am a doctor, but I am not a doctor. What causes the illness does not exist but it does exist. How can they not see the correlation. What is a problem, depends on the resources and challenges within the span of time predicted for a problem to be unpacked. 30 years for me, less for others. How much of ones life do you allocate to one problem. Amongst all the other problems pertaining to existence, survival. Social, psychosocial, economic, taste. The problem of unlocking a cage, when the cage in storage does not hold presents or gifts or nurture. One needs to acquire the correct amount of wisdom to approach the problem. That is, a) do I unlock the cage when I do not know what is inside b) how shall I be perceived when I unlock the cage, that shall depend on my peers or reliance on others. c) worse case scenario if I unlock it or leave it.