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Every word I have written as of late has been true. Sarcasm is not a preferred mode of mine while communicating who I am and what I am about in someone’s thread. When I reach out to people wherever they are in their head/heart space, I am sincere in my attempt to articulate my best self through thoughtful, compassionate, humorous, honest judgement calls.

Facebook is evil, evil like the money it makes at it’s subscribers expense. All money making schemes are evil. You can call my assessment a play on the ironic and sarcastic, and perpetuate a narrative behind it which is all you. Continue as you were. Sorry about the intrusion.

You’re full of shit.

They made it personal
they should’ve never done that
taken everything but my heart and soul
destroyed, even, the things I didn’t have
as, more than me, they tried to kill

they made it personal
but it’s not revenge that I seek
they tried to steal what was real
drove me down as I tried to break free
to make me into their next meal

they made it personal
they should’ve never done that
as we drifted through the world surreal
they had me pinned to the wall by the flat of my back
now they have to contend; have to deal

They made it personal
took everything and destroyed me
came to devour my heart and soul
but found something more than me
they found the unbreakable

They made it personal…
They should’ve never done that.

They told me it was impossible
I laughed in their face
they hurt me, but couldn’t seem to bust my bubble
which might’ve been my saving grace
never mind what ‘it’ was
they said a lot of things
as I proved them wrong, I caught a buzz
and I couldn’t stop once I learned their game
~
I’ve made the impossible possible
overcame and made the improbable probable
made my claims and tacked them to my name
much to their shame, my growing fame
lit a fire under my own ass
learned a lot about tact and class
as I rose to the top to become indomitable
the hero; the rebel; the unstoppable
~
I tore haters to shreds with just my words
as my nouns and verbs became my swords
to rip’em to shreds, slice’em to pieces
cut them down like they liked to do to their own species
these envious and jealous hateful villainous hellions
screaming and spraying sly and crafty vehemence
crafting lies to keep the good ones down
until I came alone; the hero prophet clown
~
As much as they ripped into me
I ripped into them and came into being
as much as they broke and they grabbed and they choked
never could they stop the words that escaped from my throat
always getting back up; casual Friday to business-suit Monday
the devil that plagues, the curse that stays; God incarnate in his hay-day
~
I am the monster that they made me to be
never expected me to succeed, to supersede
to passed them by, they wanted me to bow and scrape
all my talents, abilities, for their whims as they raped
my body, spirit, mind
Time after time
~
But I made the impossible possible
overcame and made the improbable probable
they couldn’t see how the ultimate winner was me
from politics, math, science; culture; to the ultimate philosophy
the more they tried to bury me alive and forget
I’d crawl and scrape my way back to the light of it
they’ll never destroy my loving mercy and forgiveness
they blew it, didn’t have enough in’em; they had their chances
~
I showed them for what they were
argued and fought until they lost their nerve
watched them as they tried every trick in the book
a thousand times to one, every hook and crook
they came at me until they had nothing left
all while I waxed reason and waned common sense
insulted them and gave as good as I got
then gave better instead of leaving them to rot
~
I broke them psychologically
gave them cause to question their spirituality
made it hard for them to come at me physically
all due to strong mentality
I fight to make the world a better place through social harmony
didn’t come here for greed; it ain’t about the money
see me rain down and give all that I’ve got freely
and only ask for enough to see me through to the end of my body
~
because I made the impossible possible
overcame and made the improbable probable
they couldn’t stop me, couldn’t bust my bubble
they tried everything, gave me every trouble
until I learned to clear the hurdles
til the end of my days, they’ll try in every way
to bring me back down; to kill me; all because I dared to beat their game
all because…
~
I made the impossible possible
overcame and made the improbable probable
gave others hope and inspiration
that they could reach for and grasp their freedom
that they didn’t have to bite their tongues and swallow their words
that they had every right to stand up and defend the best of the living universe
cause we know our lives are faulty and fucked up
and society tries to bitch-slap us every time we buck up
but I…
~
made the impossible possible
overcame and made the improbable probable
and my enemies are legion, ever-swarming
from all over creation to bar my passing
making use of every bit of ‘forbidden knowledge’
watch’em, catch’em, as they become so obvious
devious cunning to make evil look good and good look evil
so I broke’em, destroyed’em, scared’em all
got’em on the run
and I Am the loaded gun
as Nature unloads and has fun

Survival of the fittest
but why is survival so important?
what are we surviving and surviving for
when living life becomes and unbearable chore
as spoiled children complain that they’re bored
survival of the most able to adapt
but adaptation has fallen flat
when they refuse to question the ‘facts’
as presented by a faulty society
that has lied and cheated throughout its history
and isn’t that the ever-living mystery?
Where and when we came from and how’d we get here
to where are we going from there
but everyone just blankly stares
or cuts you down in one way or another
when you begin to ask the questions that matter
living lies that, to them, deepen the mystery of history
but truly opens it up and exposes the truth, realistically
and what does future/past matter compared to the present
shouldn’t that take the position of most importance; prominent precedence?
people so bored and complacent that they cause the problems
that stirs the shit that disturbs the peace that could exist
but run from the wars that occur as if they didn’t add to them
in some way enable the causation and act of’em
running from responsibility and refusing to let the responsible lead
I think sum up perfectly, all of history
and where are going tomorrow except to something better, hopefully
but more of the same is still far more likely
as we raise our kids in the thickets of concrete jungles
as our worst animals juggle and bungle
the competing demands of our eternal struggles
ignoring reason and common sense and good wisdom
except to concretely fight against it
their ‘annoying’ unwanted burden
as they try to be free from the consequences
of their eternally infantile actions
and condemn the reactions
label’em as a disease or a sickness
and cover the pot as the caustic mixture thickens
becomes volatile and they blame the responsible
call them vile names, call them reprehensible
all while they try to avoid the war that’s bound
and wonder why they just can’t keep down
the ‘bullies’ that they bullied first
and called the worst of the worst
but to whom they turn to and expect
to serve them and then protect
from the consequences of their own actions
and that’s history, that’s the mystery, how the magic happens
that causes righteousness, balance and discipline
and every bit of spirituality and religions
what they hate and fear, secretly they revere
and then question centuries later
as generations pass to generations
as children give birth to children
adult-children questioning the God(s) their own people created
only to have another one rise to remind them
that they aren’t just imagination, just great men and women
with their stories passed down and embellished
by countless lovable idiots
with all of the world created by men and women
coming from the mind upon demand
culture paints the problems that many refuse to confront
until someone does come along; does rise up
that sees it all for what it is and tries to fix it
to clean up the mess left by their lovable idiots
and be hated for it
by the jealous and the envious
to know that they’ll also lie to the future
embellish certain things and hide others
somewhere along the way from here to there
until history repeats again in one strain or another
as the truth is covered and smothered

Upon leaving New Orleans, I surprised to be beset by an old nemesis of mine. The vastness of his increased resources took control of the situation before I truly realized the horror that was soon to be set upon me. Where, before, I had been able to laugh at Meskeetor and his paltry troops, it seemed as though I had stumbled into a secret fortress of his and found that I had vastly underestimated the resourcefulness of my foe and his strength of numbers, which outnumbered the stars in the sky. Each one was literally out for my blood. I fought as valiantly as I could, but for each one that I killed, at least ten more sprang up and as I would look in one direction, they would come at me from another, inflicting wound and indignity after wound and indignity until, finally, I had to relinquish my position many times over until I eventually found myself safe enough from the malice of my nemesis. Between the muggy heat and the wounds inflicted, discomfort and displeasure reigned high over me, making sleep and comfort an impossibility within the vile lair of Meskeetor, causing me to stumble on, weary and uncomfortable until I was finally free enough to rest and recover some of my spirit. I do not remain unchanged by this, I have become a walking graveyard for Meskeetors’ forces and am covered in blood and I am not sure if it is mine or theirs. It is both. Damn Meskeetor. Damn him to Hell.

Meskeetors minions continue to plague me as I continue my expedition into the land known as ‘Florida’. The wounds and indignities I received in Louisiana are added to as Meskeetor sends the worst of his agents of discomfort and displeasure against me. More and more my body becomes their graveyard with no one to mourn their passing; my hands becoming the brutal instruments of their untimely demise. I am not a buffet table Smorgasbord for them to feast and gorge upon! My body is littered with itchy bumps that I cannot resist scratching and some have turned into open sores and still they keep coming at me. I can find no rest nor relief and my own people are too busy fighting amongst themselves and making life harder on each other to really combat the true threats around them; threats such as Meskeetor and his forces have become. It is muggy and I am weary, but I must continue lest they feast upon me unto my death and cause me to become yet another casualty in this horrible war. If I perish, do not seek to avenge my death; at least not alone. Their numbers are far too vast just in these small parts of the world and you would need to raise an army to make any sizable dent in their numbers. Sadly, our armies are much too busy fighting wars over stupid things instead of facing such deadly threats to our comfort such as Meskeetor.

All mosquitoes must die.

I wonder how long it will take for me to push enough power-abusers, power-hungry, greedy and selfish people over the edge. I wonder how long it will take to exact the perfect vengeance in such a way as to leave enough of society intact to carry on into the future with a rightful ruler. Civil war has become a state of living covered with countless layers of ‘everything is alright’ and ‘mind your own business’ and ‘do this and we will destroy everything you love and care about.’ I am sore tired of others being able to say and do what they want in tear-you-down fashion, doing nothing constructive or productive, but if you do the same to them except with hopes of better, you’re faulted and punished instead. I’m sore tired of being the hero-made-criminal, the rebel that is the constant example to all others who might take a stand against; sore tired of it all being one way and not the other with only one place to go to where I can actually be free to respond the way that nature intended: here.

I am a social-engineer, an architect of great design and my work of the past 5 years will soon take more of a hold on society as, bit by bit, I whittle and chip away at all that is wrong and dance this dance of death in macabre fashion. I’ll continue to face superior odds, I’ll continue to keep strong, I’ll continue to do what I’m doing knowing that it’s all that I can do and the best that I can do and the right thing to do, even if it means and spells negative consequences and reactions to my self. If no one acts, if no one dares, we will never see better, never earn better, never deserve better and these foul charlatans and pretenders and connivers will not simply let us that are good and righteous to simply have power to use responsibly, they won’t roll over and give up the power that they hate one moment and love the next as they care little about the effect they have on others.

I’ll stare death in the face, knowing what has happened to past freedom fighters, even to the most recent; what has become of past philosophers and great people of insight, reason and wisdom as they fought and wrestled mentally and spiritually with tyrant and scoundrels. Every bit of my life spent in hardship is just another added layer of strength to what I do and what I’m about. Somethings got to break, somethings got to give… and it’s not going to be me.

For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son for them to murder and place all of their sins upon him so that they could have immortal life through blood sacrifice. And then, God began to hate the world.

LISTEN TO THE TRUTH< GOD DAMN IT!!! SEE IT BETWEEN THE LINES WRITTEN!!! DISPENSE WITH THE IGNORANCE AND STUPIDITY AND THE BULLSHIT!!! And, while you’re at it, go fuck yourselves, you sick motherfucking pieces of fucking shit. Thank you and have a nice day. I hope I’ve served my purpose as entertainment in your Colosseum of Depravity.

Bring it on. Nothing to live for, nothing to die for and an eternity of suffering to match this life of Hell I lived while reaching for Heaven.

I’d come for you but you’d like it too much while shaking your head “no I don’t.” And your last avatar was not the HBO original Spartacus…no!

:handgestures-thumbupleft: Like your sig. pics.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spartacus:_Blood_and_Sand

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andy_Whitfield

That was the one I intended to get. I realize that you’re right. Do you feel better about being right on such an inconsequential matter? Do you feel better about arguing about it? Why don’t you fuck off.