Poetically write their own story.
Do you know what it is called?
A decomposition.
Good rants
(Egotistically)
Bad rants
(Humbly & realistically)
Are presented from the movie
“Alien” quote platform
That in space (inner or outer)
No one can hear you scream
Thanks for stopping by and
Reading my silent screams.
Also quite splattershot…….
Has been initiated from watching the blame game. Where the winners lose because they forget, there is one finger pointing away, while there are three pointing back.
I just want it off all broadcast media.
(Yes, I know it is my responsibility not to turn it on in the first place.)
Whether I catch a news broadcast or not, its toxicity pervades into a subset of the collective consciousness rather unconsciousness. In an endless loop of regurgitate, recycle and repeat.
What goes on at Faux, continues when the minions carry on with the show. Never questioning what they now “know”.
According to some dopey poll. 60% of Republican voters believe tRump is the president. WOW!!! I’m going to repeat thay so it sinks in. 60% of Republican voters believe tRump is the president. Allrighty then.
Apparently drawn in by a malignant maelstrom of surface celebrity worship.
Fine. Let him be president. Apparently we didn’t hit rock bottom, long enough. We will need to excavate those rocks to pave the path towards Gilead anyway.
I am just sick, tired and plum #&$#ing exhausted from listening to guys with small penises and inflated egos. Narcissisticly whining over everything that’s not white, straight and greed pig testosterone filled capitalism. .
Welcome to the Dreamland press conference.
Whew, good morning folks. I am Joe Biden, I am as exhausted as the writer of this fantasy.
While I do believe I was elected fairly, under the facade of democracy. I’m tired and want to go home.
The very nature of any political system is corrupt and to work within that framework with good intentions are baby steps at best. Always two steps forward, three steps back
Business is in bed with government. Justice is in bed with religion. Countries are in bed with the banks. The gun manufacturers are in bed with the casket makers. The military industrial complex is in bed with everyone.
A collosal unorganized orgy of chaos and corruption, with talking heads and interchangeable parts.
Here are the keys to White House Don. You can even have your Twitter account back. I’m outta here.
“Even in a fake democracy, people ought to get what they want once in a while.”
— George Carlin
Watching people present they’d be willing to put up with mean tweets, so they can have $1.80 a gallon of gas. Is as ridiculous as all get out, seeing how one has nothing to do with the other.
This way, we can sit back and watch as fuel prices will not go down (it’s cyclical, regardless of who is in office, not power).
The ACA can finally get stripped from all of the down and out constituents and funded primarily to the legislators who can increase it for themselves with all the money they saved the taxpayers. While pretending to work by not working.
Then expand the Texas abortion law countrywide. Plus, since we are not in a Gileadian shortage of fertile women.
They can expand the punishment to women of having or even think of having an abortion into the execution, of the would be moms, making sure they can’t have another abortion.
Kind-of a postmodern postmortem capital Capital punishment biological twofer. Just to make sure that any woman can have no more abortions. Perfectly defining “”Right to lifers”
Paid for by all the revenues collected on a special tax on the bounties. For invading the sovereign rights of half of the population.
“Pro-life… pro-life… These people aren’t pro-life, they’re killing doctors! What kind of pro-life is that? What, they’ll do anything they can to save a fetus but if it grows up to be a doctor they just might have to kill it?They’re not pro-life. You know what they are? They’re anti-woman. Simple as it gets, anti-woman. They don’t like them. They don’t like women.They believe a woman’s primary role is to function as a brood mare for the state.”
“Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers.”
– George Carlin
(We already know how much “45” has respect for women.)
Cause when the state kills ya, it is neither abortion or murder, it’s justified. For whatever righteous reason they come up with. Usually it is allegedly democracy or (shmhg) “protecting” your “Freedoms”. LOL Or the rights of the unborn.
Wouldn’t want to use that Trillion dollar military budget to make sure every unwanted pregnancy had a viable alternative to death. Into nurturing and raising the fetuses. Long enough until it dawns on people as to where babies come from.
Takes that awareness to a divine level of consciousness, such that collectively every subsequent births are born out of balancing life and burning through collective karma.
All of the whining and moaning, either in print or loosely lipped expressions of people wanting things to be different (the way things “used” to be).
None of it ever comes remotely close to how enlightened advanced spiritual masters could guide us into behaving, sharing and understanding our true nature and connection to a singular Gaia consciousness.
They might actually have to apply their faith, they are always chit-chating about.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Would like to think, that I might have been able to pare this down to perhaps three nice clear blog posts. But am afraid that editing, might take away the oomph, that arose through my fingertips.
Thanks for reading and hopefully being able to follow this gobbledygook.
Perceptions of freedom
Are incongruous with
The human condition
Because no matter what
Anyone thinks of being free
They are still trapped
In a body that is not theirs and
Will disintegrate when finished
Which is when you are truly free
Free to choose to be trapped
In another body to experience
Perceptions of freedom
In an infinite cycle of being
Free then not really free
Something to keep in mind
As the media circus is
In cahoots with corporations
Ramping up big time to
Sell you useless stuff
At a veteran’s day(s) sale
Available to everyone
How convenient….by people
Celebrated for killing
Other people to allegedly
“Protect” your freedom
When they actually engaged
In freeing other people
From their human traps
SALE SALE SALE SALE
Three days only 10% off
Everything in limited stock
(How can anyone save any money on any product when the price is so jacked up to cover the cost of marketing and advertising.
Cast to a blanket audience through the hyperbole scarcity tactic, manufacturing greed in the proletariat Pavlovian purchaser.)
Is it too big of
An evolutionary step
To stop honoring
People who kill people
So more people will
Continue to kill more people
Because it is ingrained as
The honorale thing to do
Which, by the way, was not
Protecting anyone’s freedom
Just asking for a disabled
Homeless veteran whose
Government discarded him
After doing their dirty work
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
You decide
Having gone from:
“This day marked the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of the dark, cold winter, a time of year that was often associated with human death.
Celts believed that on the night before the new year, the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred.
On the night of October 31 they celebrated Samhain, when it was believed that the ghosts of the dead returned to earth.”
– History.com
To:
The mass manufacturing, distribution and consumption of one day, maaaaaybeeeee two day clothing.
Combined with a hoard by hordes of sugary sweets. That may be consumed for its empty calorie content, or land directly in the land fill.
After planting, watering, harvesting distributing a food source vegetable primarily for entertainment and even more landfill fill.
“For many, carving ghoulish faces into pumpkins is an October tradition. But it could be creating a nightmare for the environment.
Every year, 10 million pumpkins are grown in the UK. Of those, 95% are used at Halloween and then thrown away – creating 18,000 tonnes of food waste.
It’s a similar story in the United States, where most of the 900,000 tonnes of pumpkin produced annually will be trashed, rather than used as food or composted.”
– weforum.org
Ever wonder why we don’t evolve as an allegedly intelligent species? Me neither
Like Christmas
Certainly no longer about the celebration of the birth of a teacher, an Ascended Master who tried to teach.
Teach by example, simple things like forgiveness, helping the poor, feeding the hungry and healing the sick.
Where instead, the student body worshipped not in houses of prayer, rather in the scattered and well stocked den of thieves.
By the way, it is not the corporations fault satiating a sickness. It is John and Jane Doe’s, for being unconscious Pavlovian consumers.
Think if there was a mass spelling error and all the black and orange signage turned up as Holloween, anybody would notice, or care?
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Chuckle. Mass spelling error. WTF. Where do these goofy thoughts generate?
Or
The miracle of sound
Sometimes even
Soundless sounds
For starters and
For instance
You are reading this
“Printed” from my “voice”
Yet are “hearing” it
In your “voice”
(Which, reaches deep in the bag of the whole communications thingy. How can something rattling around in my head, possibly convey a clear message to yours?)
Makes me wonder
How it sounds
Alas, I will never know
Back to contemplating
A sound miracle
Miracle:
2. an extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing, or accomplishment
M-W.com
Miracle: as my definition would be:
$#!* you can’t explain
Think about it…. next time you speak out loud. (…..safe to assume, you are not reading this aloud now……are you? What would people surrounding you think?)
Any utterance at all will do, say miracle. Hear it. That “miracle”, just emanated from your voice box…in your throat, which in school, all I learned is that a thin fleshy like membrane vibrated to produce that sound.
Wow, cool, that explains everything. How about what transpired to get that, transmitted from one’s cranium to that voice box to emit anything close to what one heard in their head first. Huh, where’s that explanation?
Here is the other sound miracle, closer to the cranium. Ears, wowwy. I’m supposed to believe that some hammer, anvil and stirrup, are whirring away, taking audible emanations from any source, (apparently beating them into my head) then changing it to information to be processed instantly. Cool man.
What receptors and devices are operating when these words are being contemplated and spoken silently, yet internally am able to “hear” them…..huh. I want answers….please.
After all, while reading this to yourself, if you whisper it, or scream it, it is the same volume.
The mechanical earthling made equivalents are equally miraculous. Ever see a speaker?
It used to be made out of thick paper material, with two wires attached to it surrounded by foamy stuff, with a magnet behind it to draw it back from whatever those two wires were doing, produced by a low voltage current.
Now reduce that to something so small it fits inside of your ear, to produce even grander sounds. Miraculous #&@%!#* miraculous.
Then there is the microphone, which behaves like the ear yet, as far as I know does not contain any hammer anvil or stirrups. Still, it takes in sound waves to record or broadcast louder through…..speakers. Amazing
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
“The real problem is, most of us are idiots! We just like to think that we’re not idiots because we use a bunch of shit that smart people have figured out. But how many of us understand any of that shit?
Think about the technological level the world operates on, how many of us really understand that?
What if everybody out there died, and we had to take over the world? How well would you think we’d do? [Crowd starts cheering] “Yeah, terrific! We would do awesome!”
Yeah, does anybody really know how any of this shit works? [Taps microphone] Why’s that loud, any idea? I’ve been a comedian for sixteen fucking years, I have no idea what’s in there! I don’t know, some loud shit?”
– Joe Rogan
“I’m a visionary. I’m ahead of my time.
Trouble is, I’m only about an hour and a half ahead.
Here’s a good idea: a light bulb that only shines on things worth looking at.
Yeah, too idealistic, never make any money on a thing like that.”
– George Carlin
Lost In The Light
Illuminating our way
To where we can see
Everywhere we go
Yet still not know
Or have any clue of
Where we are at
By shining bright lights
On everything in sight
So easily led by fright
As humans become collateral damage
In the ongoing battle for brightness
Between incandescent & fluorescent
Never iridescent, yet hot as halogen
Or as cool as light emitting diodes under
The high pressure of sodium vapor
Aimed in no particular direction
So candescent it manifests reflection
Even off the darkest of surfaces
The bright ambient light
Bouncing back and forth
Off of the thin atmosphere
Obscures our vision, sense
Wonder and night dreaming
Of our place in the cosmos
Not by what we could see
But rather by what we can
No longer sense of our place
The place within ourselves
That mirrors the collective’s
Place in the infinite infinity
Which by comparison are both
Microscopic dots of the whole
You on earth & earth in infinity
Soon it will all be a myth anyway
As lights out-candle the views
Because we are afraid of the dark
Starry nights will go the way
Of dinosaurs becoming extinct and
Read about in museums
Our evolution
Is not looking
Too bright
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
This was un-inspired by my work travels, which takes me over a mountain pass between two sparsely populated states.
Where on a cool cloudless night one could stop at the summit, look up (or down)(we are on a spinning sphere, right) in the sky.
The closest thing, to being a kid 50 years ago, when you could lie on the grass in your back yard. Observe the stars and wonder. See the big and little dipper, the thicker band of star light.
To latter learn at The Griffith Observatory that earth, in relationship of this one galaxy called the Milky Way, is in that outer band of stars. Keeping our ego in self check that it is not the center of attention or the center of the universe.
Now, that view is diminishing by small cities, (populations under a thousand) just fifteen miles away, so lit up with lights shining on things not worth looking at, it bleeds into the ozone layer as a veil of ignorance.
I want my stars, we need the stars to show / sense our way, away from the narcissistic path of deity destruction.
I’ll close with some Iron Maiden lyrics.
“Fear Of The Dark”
I am a man who walks alone
And when I’m walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park
When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it’s dark.
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that something’s always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone’s always there
Have you run your fingers down the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you’re searching for the light?
Sometimes when you’re scared to take a look
At the corner of the room
You’ve sensed that something’s watching you.
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that something’s always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark.
I have a phobia that someone’s always there
Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no-one’s there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you’re sure there’s someone there
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that something’s always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark.
I have a phobia that someone’s always there
Watching horror films the night before
Debating witches and folklore
The unknown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind.
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that something’s always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone’s always there.
When I’m walking a dark road
I am a man who walks alone
“Fear Of The Dark”
Iron Maiden
Are you afraid of the dark? Everything is the same, only with the absence of light.
The Chain
Of communication is
Broken at every link
Needing to be forged
By the heat process of
Linking the information
From its intention to
An audience of one or
A multitude of minds
Each bringing their own
Perceptions saturated by
Heady indoctrinations or
Emotional attachments
None of which will match
The originating first link
Regardless of how well
It is taut or not taught
The Page
If it is not the broken chain,
Then it is trying to get
Everyone on the same page
When no one has
The same book
Let alone be in
The the right chapter
In a known language
That has both daft and
Definitive definitions
Gleaned from both
Content and context
The Clock
Any communication
Successful or otherwise
Is an outright outlier miracle
Inasmuch as everything is
Happening all at once then
Interpreted linearly to make
Sense of it literally or actually
Deciphering metaphorically
Rarely with any consistency
In a timely fashion
Where vocal transmitters
Broadcast instantly to
Audio receivers when not
Interrupted by competing
Voices in the brain
Ever have that experience when you hear somebody tell you something and though you believe you heard them with 100% accuracy, you discover you had no idea what they meant or said?
Or…..
You speak clearly, perhaps even having rehearsed what you just said, in a way thay you know is enunciated properly, that will convey an outcome that is understood by all, so you can move on to the next subject? And they…. have no idea what they meant or said?
Yeah, me too except that it happens all of the time. That’s what inspired this. Hope these words in print make sense.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
“Or hearing and speaking aides.”
– Angelo Devlin
Usually happens by
The un-think-able
Having know awareness
By having no aware-ness
Making no connection to
Their known connections
Of what they say compared
To what they actually do
Such as wanting the gov’t
Not to have a say in their
Child’s lives regarding school
Masks and vaccine mandates
But don’t seem to mind warm
Comfortable class rooms
Providing at least one meal with
Underpaid teachers dutifully
Guiding their young-uns to
Barely read and write in-between
Competing with digital electronics
That have their rapt attention
Even before they leave the house
Or having crossing “guards” in
Reduced speed school zones
Oh yeah, protecting their young-uns
This was inspired by the Howard Stern show, playing bits and clips of alleged parents, ranting and raving at school board meetings.
Carrying on with various conspiracy theories, that the government and Hollywood are in cahoots to bring harm to children.
Quickly veering off the mask and vaccine topic, (since that is no fun) to unsubstantiated claims that 800,000 children are whisked away into human trafficking. Which, with minimal research is 700% off.
Still bad, but if that information (800,000) was actually believed by the parent, making a goofy name for themselves.
They would be, should be home guarding their child, homeschooling them, not indoctrinating them to live in fear, without wearing a mask.
Keeping all screens off, and away from detrimental influences. Oh wait, that is, the parents.
Near the bottom of my list of reasons for not reproducing any mini-me versions of me, was fear that a mini-me would be abducted and trafficked.
So I did what any responsible adult would do. Leave that soul safely in the spirit realm where no earthly earthling harm could come to them.
Which is exactly what Jesus did. And out of all of the insane projections transgressed upon the transformation of a spiritual teacher, from a healer and forgiver to a xenophobic misogynist. A breeder was not one of them.
If all the alleged Christians were more Christ like, they too would not have had any children to be abducted……..or wear masks.
That, for some reason, is unthinkable.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
In a cult like fashion of
Moths drawn to a flame
From around the state
To a regional football game
Dressed in specific colors
Emblazoned with some name
Worshipping at the alter
Of the temporarily insane
.
For it is zombie like they seem
Though they own nothing
But say it is “their” team
Claiming the touchdown
From the comfort of their seat
Whilst drinking beer
Repeat after repeat
.
Passing habits on to children
Developing many in adolescence
In the art of a social distraction
While glorifying paid for violence
A micro version of war
Which is really the pretense
.
“I don’t mind about the war, it’s one of the things I like to watch, if it is a war going on. ‘Cause then I know then, if our side is winning, if our side is losing.
.
Roger Waters
“What God Wants, part 1”
From “Amused To Death”
No chance society is going to
Mothball this activity as it needs
Sponsors and consumers to feed
Winners & losers of corporate greed
Domestic violence surges after a football match ends
Alcohol is a major player in the relationship between sport and abuse
– The Economist
July 9th, 2021
Enjoy the “game”.
After all, what good is a little violence?
If you can’t bring it home with you?
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 