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It can be difficult to distinguish a schizophrenic who thinks he is Lassie from a fetishist who just wishes he was.  Looking at such an ugly picture, though can make a person go crazy.
It can be difficult to distinguish a schizophrenic who thinks he is Lassie from a fetishist who just wishes he was. Looking at such an ugly picture, though can make a person go crazy.

Unlike fake TV psychics, schizophrenics are the real thing. Although some call them crazy, this is untrue. Schizophrenics see into other planes of existence, parallel universes, the future, etc. Of course the human mind cannot handle all that, so these people can't use their powers for world domination, like a responsible person would. Instead they use their powers to walk around frightening children and smelling of urine.

It is very important that schizophrenics take their medication regularly to prevent them from falling up off the Earth. If you are chatting with a new acquaintance OL who seems like an extraordinary wackjob, asking "Have you stopped taking your meds?" is the dramatic thing to do. If the person doesn't seem crazy, throw in the question anyway, just to liven up conversation. Britney Spears is severely schizophrenic, as well as being diagnosed with over 9000 other mental disorders.

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[edit] Paranoid Schizophrenia

The paranoid type have used their psychic abilities to fully comprehend the true motives of those around them.

[edit] Online Help With Diagnosing Schizophrenia

  • Welcome to the Psychiatric Hotline
    • "If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a little voice will tell you which number to press."
  • east101 at Vampirefreaks.com
    • "Congratulations! You are schizophrenic! You know how to space out for hours at a time in a corner and that The Dark Master is not joking..... keep on tossin' those word-salads... dress mess bless!" --east101's profile
  • Horsesass.com -- Politics As Unusual
    • "You are the morally bankrupt one on ASSes, one of the three dull knives. How does it feel to be known as a dull knife? How does it feel knowing your political opponents best you every day? How does it feel knowing you are schizophrenic?" --Puttybud
  • Miss Taupok
    • "Dear Miss Taupok, You make me so fat. You should crawl under a rock and hibernate there till you get flattened and burn off all your flubber Someday I will make sure sing a song of the skies and all your beautiful friends. You = a goldfish in a fish tank.. If I saw you now I’d quickly shut my eyes and dance a tribal rain dance. I would build an army of cute guys just for you. I would get your name tattooed on my boyfriends armpit that says Prootproot. If I could sing you any song it would be ding dong bell We could drink the cool night breeze under the stars. My love for you is like that of a self-battering narcissist -- Love, Miss Taupok (P.S. I think you must be schizophrenic.)"

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[edit] Tldr a wannabe schizo attention whore tries to write like a schizo

The Marriage and The Honeymoon (or how a fishing expedition left old Virginia Slim a widow for the last time ever)


PRELUDE:

MATTHEW 17:24 After Jesus (Roman Empirical Governor) and his disciples arrived in Capernaum, the collectors of the two-drachma tax came to Peter and asked, "Doesn't your teacher pay the temple tax?" 25"Yes, he does," he replied. When Peter came into the house, Jesus was the first to speak. "What do you think, Simon?" he asked. "From whom do the kings of the earth collect duty and taxes—from their own sons or from others?" 26"From others," Peter answered. "Then the sons are exempt," Jesus said to him. 27"But so that we may not offend them, go to the lake and throw out your line. Take the first fish you catch; open its mouth and you will find a four-drachma coin. Take it and give it to them for my tax and yours."


CROON 307 327 - Roman armies destroy the temple in Jerusalem paving the way for the syncretistic marriage between Israel and Greece hidden from sight by the Roman ruling Agency and let scatter around the world as a fish surfaces from the water exclaiming “Render unto Caesar what is Caesars!” The marriage is a tricky and patiently maneuvered deception that places the Roman Catholic Church and the descendants of the Ancient Roman Empire as axiomatic controllers of an illusive and deceptive economic principle that has unmistakably and invisibly gained influence over those who have been seen to express indignation for an expressed misunderstanding of economic principles and for the overbearing, finger pointing Roman Catholic Church.

You are a fish. Now you are not a fish. Now you are a fish again. Did you notice a difference? The answer is a resounding ‘No’ and the reason is that you are unnoticeably following along with popular opinion influenced heavily by the swinging pendulum of a contrived debt and also turning your “cheek” to the big picture that represents the actuality that whatever it is that encompasses a great majority of the value that 300,000,000 Americans produce and procure daily is quietly shifted into the hands of a handful of European Banks whom have turned the entire world into their giant fishbowl with a couple of coins cast into your stem cell research chip on shoulder. Time to introduce you to the lowered’z innards.

Dark warm liquid penetrates from the wound, but remarkably it doesn’t hurt. Pear pierces ribbed blend of determinant index finger on doughboy.

My bet is on ‘bad idea Mr. Bird’. Buoy drinks worm’s guts turned into: urban straw, bendy straw, two stews?

Deferment mistruth, aside from evidence previously squirrel red. Invest in determined and deterrent (under) current turtle. It isn’t a perfect myth, if it was, we might be better off, but is it a sound global economic picture? Possibly, but more probably, IT IS NOT. Everyone, Everyone, please, hold your applause.

It is clever though deceptive and an understanding of it precipitates enough anger towards the hollowness of Mr. Bush’s self manufactured war on terror for his own benefit to make ones stomach turn from uneasiness.

Witnesses at the town massacre said that only one FBI agent was on duty at the same time two shot up mayors long island call backlist annexed. Arlington Artichoke Heart says “Shock Ward” after misspelling, “Mr. B. on the chalkboard”.

I would like to question Jesus on why he has permitted Mr. Bush to become such a large player in his game of contrived value but it seems that The Lord General of Saddle Coast isn’t taking any visitors, probably because he’s been dead for nearly two millennia and those in charge of continuing his quantum math crunchers deception are assuredly not ready for what is coming next. Why didn’t the Pyramids get finished? - THE ROMAN RULING CLASS.

The home team defeat but the counsel not beat. Tweed bystander struck with fear of toast in recognition.

“He’s at the bank right now”. See weed pull it out. He wants to stay there for about a bit longer. His oars are stuck in the mud soaked briefcase.

Maybe its right now that you are supposed to know that he was extending the limits of his playmaking possibilities by having you pick up the tab for what the Israelites couldn’t cover with the desecration of their temple, ultimately, until the untimely disillusion of values enamored with trafficking Capitalism and Democracy along with Roman Christianity/Monotheism could be resolved by those affected through the contradiction funnel cake. ‘Sorry about the global economy deceived by the Camel passing through the eye of the needle we wont do it again’ – The Roman Ruling Agency. You are in on it too, aren’t you, my beloved reader?

What is more valuable, the debt owed the European Banks or Monotheism? What does Christianity say about it? Well, let’s just say, that your Jesus loving Christian wife has been honorably applying herself to the beautiful and terribly deceptive contradiction that lies behind the terms of “Do not gather where moth and rust consume” for the purpose of perpetuating an ongoing war decree carefully hidden behind monotheism enough to allow those integrated into the deception to be herded like SLAVES (ignorant to an overwhelmingly certain superiority) connected to a plow for unaccountable lengths by their funny wives prophetic friend Adolph Hitler 71 A.D.

Now weave through each step, property values akin to sterilization and that is a wide factor. Kill them, Kill them, and Kill them too. Make sure she doesn’t float first; here’s the rope-a-dope stranglehold on second slipper reoccurrence during midday journey for her 500-million punch pulling has-beens. They have been carefully taught to think that this bullying saying is going to elevate them to heavenly glory, but is there some step within our rise to capitalistic indemnity that conflicts her barely coping means into a coordinated and bridled uncertainty? Isn’t she taking something that she didn’t intentionally want, way too far and thereby impeding all perpetuations with her repeatedly coarse ignorance? “Do not gather where moth and rust consume. The lowered is taking care of me”. (Say it at least 1000 times )

Cape Codfish, did you get that one Captain? Sun of cod ascended into heaven.

In keeping with the mind that remembers who reeled in the big fish, I would like you to help her understand that it is this fixed statement coupled with the early entrance of capitalism and democracy into the developing American colonies (coupled with the inception of a (eventually global ) stock exchange and a liquid (paper)currency) that is an actual representative of the figurative allegory regarding the camel passing through the eye of the needle, resulting in a skewed economic sense that exists to benefit the European Banks and ultimately the Roman Ruling Class not to mention the existence of their own contrived judicial and fraudulently attained theocratic status under the guise of Judaism and Monotheism paired with a bloody war and a couple of common senses . If you picked up something different reading the gospels then maybe you’re fitting well into the description of the poor old widow from Jesus prophetic ministry whom cast just two COINS into the collection. You certainly remember; the two COINS were more valuable, “In the kingdom,” because they were “all she had”. It’s a funny way of saying, “be really stupid, because I need my slaves to be”. The PHRASES are valuable to the kingdom, but not valuable to you in the kingdom, because they represent these phrases, which mask the present reality to the majority of people continually surrounding you on an every day basis that act to instigate a prison state for those within the order by the surface of the order ultimately compromising the monetary value in a way that benefits an outside parasitic host capitulating an indifference to unfair trade benefits parading as capitalistic democracy.

How many marriages and divorces have been affected by this ongoing misconception? How have the children been affected by the split and seemingly apparent and unfair settlements catapulted into existence? Has the meaning of this elevated extraction of historical ineptitude been identified accurately as being rooted within the reaches of an Empirical Order?

Picture, “Let he who has not sinned cast the first tone”. A picture of Jesus peddling the streets, shouldering the cross, after being beaten, whipped and proven not guilty of anything. Not long before the scene was woman beaten down called a harlot, but Jesus has her back and now Jesus is pinned up like a scarecrow, and he didn’t even get to Shagger before he staggers, you dig?

Ape rein suitcase travels to owls and wise men but not to ‘the’ Wiseman. Think that is a tough one; try to pull apart a cod without stepping on God or using WD40™.

Eye’s deliberate, illiterate pinned ridge crown into head eye-ship, to eat sheep meatloaf. Wool suitcase, wolves in sheep’s clothing, tuba fish club soda, bank right. There it was, but you forgot it. The crossed being raised upright and then being kicked to the curb feeler. Her titles have gotten firmer. Before he even reaches, Herb rests, after a second grope there is no hope. The plumes got ripped off Jack back when they were playing business “for real” under the Gold standard, before the money making machine invention of fishing poled equestrian vacation. A western degree in best eastern medicine, otherwise, you are looking like you have two gills and are ready to spill. Matthew, Mark, Luke and John Vs. Revlon™, Max Factor™, CHANEL™ and ASPRIN. It’s a Peabody brain experiment left over from eastern island transfixion. She forgot that Pops owns the Pepsi stock not only just dusty roads and car washes. The Turtle has to know of a trap door for the Hare to really care if he really is the HARE and not just some silly Rabbi, otherwise the solution would be “Getty up little Horsy”. After that, there was you and citizen #1 getting ripped off by super inflated postulation of economic practices that can only ethically be taken to certain lengths without reconsideration.

When they were tithing to The Roman Catholic Church as an unbiased precipitator of an American (or any other) currency infected with their disfigured side of a very twisted story, acting as the determinacy behind this resultant unfolding “Turn the other cheek” hidden within a ‘body’ containing a mysterious beast, adhering the Roman indemnity from the conflict engineered to result in a cause and effect parabola that possibly could carry over forever. Well, thank you Mr. Bush for helping us straighten out how to valuate this oil. – THE VATICAN (WITH REEL AND NET IN HAND) Back to the beach combing out the grays. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon when a wandering piper disguised in text transmuted the meaning of God into a monetary vise grip encompassed within the desecration of an Israelite temple by the Legions of ROME’S Military strong arm. Their city was ravaged – JERUSALEM 71 AD. Greece inside the picture with, “Do not gather where moth and rust consume” as a quantum enumerator of exponential DEBT within, the subjugated republic’s liquid currency, under the terms of guaranteed Subjugated Capitalistic Democracy within “Turn the other cheek” and now a new tradition evolved, “Do not gather where moth and rust consume,” as the perpetuator of any kind of dispersible redefinition that comes down to; “I have to do something to pay the bills (times 300,000,000) and a great deal of that accumulation is going towards filling up the big water shed for oppressive enemy #1 of the big prick pockets picnic and I just don’t get it Mr. crutches shirt”. Why is the whisper, “Do not gather where moth and rust consume?” if it is clearly and impossibly anything other than an ancient synthesis of social leveraging hidden behind many falsifications including 2000 years of bloody wars. There is something governing over us that is invisible and transferable that within a fine line context is always governed ex-post-facto by simply imbuing two impeding phrases that tax and regulate a great number of exchanges, filed under dependency upon foreign debt. Isn’t there?

Forget about the first crow. It’s never going to get noticed. FILE UNDER: CAMEL TO OWN MUSTARD SEED BOTTLE.

No one will ever notice the camel though you can check the birds . No Roman Democratic could have thought that you would attempt to pull your own head out of your ass, so I will give it a shot for you. We’ll see if this Mr. Soul Ghost can really top Sophia Loren. How many altercations took place during the ‘A’-deliberate axiom of constraint brought about by the fixed alliance between a diluted marriage of Capitalism and Democracy with Monotheism (self service car wash vs. slight detail expunged soak), the camel passes the finish line, guaranteed. FRANKENYETTI indisposed! “IT’S MAGNIFICENT”.

The cock could crow forty times and you wouldn’t notice, but stipulation has it that it will get noticed before the third crow. If you figure out the tortoise and the hare, you know you’ve a crow there. It isn’t #1 but it certainly is possible that it could be #3 sonar carpool United Nations. I don’t think that there will be another one of those herds of pineapple within the palpitation of the eraser art until an exit year. It’s up to too two terms, not a military satellite. Ask yourself, would you want to ally yourself to the limited deceptive reasoning of this poor old widow whom only kept for herself two phrases of impunity, “do not gather where moth and rust consume” along with “turn the other cheek” as the basis of common sense logic after understanding that the contingence of such phrases in a time before mass media is to say, ‘ignore every known science’ and ‘every bit of history’ and now you are ROMAN JESUS global stock exchange. Ooops, forgot to mention that if you spin this record backwards there might be an exchange between ROMAN EMPIRICAL GOVERNOR and BABY BORN IN BARN. Tiny difference, eh? No one wanted to see that one.

P.S. Don’t let me down even though you’ll feel a little let down when you get to the finish line. Sincerely leaked Bavarian Acorn in yolk of hangman’s news and this was way after the omelets were made. It was a very nice fold but the cheese was getting old and the vegetables were completely out of control.

Black family burns to death at candle lit dinner. Fire accidentally started after electricity shut off.

Police armed with tasers shock demonstrators democratically.

“Everything is: “as it is,” with or without the global stock exchange*”. – All State Long Distance Putting Champion after sinking the winning putt.

This just doesn’t sound like something the Israelite women would likely agree to and I certainly feel that the men wouldn’t agree to such a thing either, because who would? How did it begin? It began in a place outside of time, in a place beyond reason when the nation of Israel was making stone cathedrals for the Roman Empire -or- constructing GUILDS to benefit the farmers and herdsmen with tools of… NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO - YOU DIDN’T LISTEN… DO NOT GATHER WHERE MOTH AND RUST CONSUME… DO NOT PUT NEW WINE INTO OLD WINESKINS FOR THE NEW WINE MAY BURST THE OLD WINESKINS… WHO WAS THE PROPHESSOR OF SOCIALIST NANO-PHYSICS? I DEMAND TO KNOW. “RENDER UNTO CAESARS WHAT IS CAESAR’S, AND GOD WHAT IS GOD’S IF YOU CAN’T FIGURE THAT OUT RENDER ME SOME BRICKS AND REMEMBER, NO MOTH, NO RUST. DON’T MAKE ME REPEAT IT or I’LL RAPTURE YOUR SCRAWNY LITTLE ASS”.

I ask you, what is Caesars and what is GODS and where do you draw the line and why is there a national debt that for the most part is headed towards the direction of Dutch Banks, governing secretly over 300,000,000 people and possibly the whole world? They don’t even need to be skilled enough to build an atom bomb or a space rocket if they are adept enough at getting you to do it for them.

Paperbucks!

Can’t we just give to God what is Gods and forget about what is Caesars? Evidently that is not an option this far into the rabbit hole. I’m telling you there is no backing out of this one after Mr. Bush’s self permissive war disturbing the frequencies of wealth distribution, a stipulation of a class based system.

ALERT: Eye Of The Needle Exposing Camel’s Position Somewhere Between Crow 2 And 3. HINT: The second crow was heard at precisely 7:12. The first crow is never heard; the second isn’t recognized as a crow until the third herd.

Keys are always in the last place you look.

Could the exchange of some small change items 300 years ago coupled with the adoption of capitalism and democracy amount to the ‘Camel passing through the eye of the needle’?

Where is she headed with the baby Jesus? Could that amount to a contrived debt that if large enough, would be able to influentially sway global authority through corporate and social necessity? The whole world is in on this game, who needs a play by play? You are the announcer.

My old boss maybe tried a few unethical maneuvers, he had a troubled old lady (wife) that was there to make sure that if he didn’t do what was best for the board of directors he would be kissing his children goodbye for good, better somebody else’s problem than his, right? He liked is cushy chair. Too bad that he didn’t realize that he wasn’t an American and was really just a Roman Catholic Political Exile waiting for his wake up call from the Holy mountain of fish school. Stir them up, yes, very nice, they will never notice how switched up their values are.

Unfortunately for some parties, this democratic capitulate is under exposé for holding onto some values that do not fit within the definition of the terms reasonable. Are there 300,000,000 Americans struggling to stay alive in a society that is meant to crumble them? How did they become the measuring stick of global exchange? When Rome’s Army desecrates your temple and your people “what-cha going to do about it” you little nation of Israel (AD 71)? Fasst forward, way forward. September ‘the’ 11th, 2001 and now you realize something. You are an astronaut on a mission to space but when you look at the big picture you are not what you previously thought, and somehow when you step back, YOU look more like you are on one of those monkey manned space missions because you are not in control of technology; the debt, the greed, the money and technology is in control of you through a prolific and prophetic preponderance that is monitoring the big picture through a divisive and panicked sense of reality coupled with an economically charged rattle contained within the totally unreasonably skewed economic purveyance that has corrupted all senses of an evolved logic that most definitely began before this generation in the times of ancient Rome surrounding the terms of: Do not gather where moth and rust consume and Turn the other cheek hidden behind a secretly misconstrued judgment.

The question is how many signs will it take to change the pretext of this conniving history to that of an ancient Roman War Decree published conveniently at the end of the Hebrew Scriptures, devoid of agreement concerning historicity for nearly forty years between AD 33 and AD 71? Ask yourself how the Israelite women and children would deal with this situation? Succumb to the pleasures of Roman usury while the discombobulated remnants of this cleverly told derision saturate comfortably in the minds of the Greeks, but by no accident. “Merry Christmas, glad we could turn you into our shrub to piss on”. Ask yourself, what it would benefit the creators of this Paradoxical Empire to keep you close to fear? Like a clinging sheep to it’s herd as wolves parade around the fence.

Direct symbiotic paralysis forced upon conditioned response system maintained by purveying testimony of coming judgment from heaven carried on from each generation to the next, a judgment that already has passed and been forgotten behind a malicious ancient war and therefore a contradiction between cause and effect that has parasitized those that have ingested it, no matter how great the expanse of people, into fitting inside a very profitable indemnity for the perpetrators of the deliberate crossover.

Rich fed incrementally, those opposed to the system imprisoned or killed. The property values weighed against commodities. That old woman who lived in a shoe, she learned to shake a baby on Yourny. Who could provide a better example? Old Mother Hubbard hijacked a spoon or ‘How the Hill Got to You’. Witch ate up bread dipping fire works pulling lever. Hog is all the way to heeling. (But who is counting, not a sheep, not a camel, nor a bear up on a bicycle) Why isn’t Jill tumbling down after all? Who said, “You will always have the poor, lets get a pedicure?” Black coats and oats shopping have fingered FORD UNFAIRLANE. Tutor eyes and no keys heartache should creep into potent enigma coincidentally unroll bamboo Rolaids. He axes tack’s board and stuns synthetic replica swordfish. The white little bird’s whistle collapses potent allied nest egg crepe alien. An illegal paper arcade penny jams condensation. Consider a retainer locomotive jewel, but no station change. The wolves in sheep’s clothing blend in even more seemingly transparent.

Christian beginnings, whether published, spoken, Baptist, Catholic, fundamental, new age, or not yet discovered all begin the same two ways, for the most part, the process of Christian education begins with the acceptance that this life isn’t for an individual’s purpose but that this life is essentially meaningless because of some ethereal existence outside of a clearly defined reality that must exist because if it didn’t then human beings wouldn’t exist or at least be patterned enough to relate to ‘A’ or ‘an’ existence.

The solution is that the clearly defined reality is something that isn’t so clearly defined, though it is and must be defined.

It isn’t that human beings are ignorant to its existence, it is that they have accepted that its existence isn’t transferable because they haven’t thought about existence enough to identify it and therefore they haven’t thought about it enough to change it, but now an outside identity has changed them enough to make them aware of its presence.

Picture little pigs terrified out of their wits chasing after dollars that mean nothing to them tied to their lonely broken down straw houses. Wolf starts foaming around the mouth. A fix disagreement gentle balance put alphabetic soup on spoon that plunged cow into caffeine poison drama slipper fits. Where is Hoover form-foam sponge pool? Two scoops deter gentlemen; one-polished antennas star Bing Crosby Bill Keene. Put your money in the bank. Isn’t that included in your financial statement?

Does not current circumstance demoralize America’s ability to operate functionally and continually exemplify the properties of a subjugated Heaven and Hell hidden under the cloud of Roman Christian Capitalism? A judgment already happened, that is a consideration.

Do not put new wine into old wineskins for the wineskins will surely break.

Pictures of wolves in sheep’s clothing saying, “Do not gather where Moth and Rust consume,” which intentionally was a commandment not to become an industrialized nation, because the certainty is that the brain-freezes would be snatched up like a sack of beans by the puppet masters of the public paper stock exchange.

Forget your science fictional Mel Gibson Jimmy Carter turnip patch of thick wrested political fishnet pantyhose. Don’t forget the peanut farmer chinos, someone had to work for those.

Camel goes through the eye of the needle and America in one motion turns capitalist and opens the possibility for a subtle manipulation of values to occur from the outside, over a period of time, a considerably long period of time.

How does this affect the values?

It makes rabbit taste like chicken.

The March Hare eats turtle stew.

The Mad Hatter stares at an empty chair.

How have these values carried over through the ages of African American Slavery, and WORLD WAR II into America’s rise to global super-power and meter by which all trade is measured?

Is this not a patterned lock on all the pathways governing global trade?

A fish expunged and a mark makes seventeen snake’s heads dance in the dark.

Is the European union the answer to this paradigm? Does it create a new balance that will soon be realized?

Mr. Bush absconded THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA from the United Nations when he went forth with this detestable War on Terror, crossing the Hares path on “Turn the other cheek” furthermore calling into question the other controller of their pecking order science, “Do not gather where moth and rust consume”. Notably these phrases are almost reverentially some of the coins that your grandmother, or mother, or father, or priest and even husband or wife will pull out to validate some sort of backwards worldview in their mind which imminently comes down to the certainty that the greater portion of the accumulated daily acetum of life in this nation of 300,000,000 people goes to paying off the national debt, daily. Would you have been better off just making bricks or forgetting about it all together? Well that’s a lot of bricks; I don’t think that they would need that many bricks, but they had you covered for the “Do not gather where moth and rust consume,” by making a machine that they could hold onto and break down if they wanted to with “Turn the other cheek” infused within an unbreakable liquid currency outside the grasp of American cognition that acts as a system of reversible and exchangeable valves for a period and then becomes seemingly invisible behind the deceiving “eye of the needle”. This relationship benefits the American political world in a way that is so small compared to how it restricts the masses of people to a non-contingent monetary principle that lies almost unconditionally at the will of an Empire that has stolen everything that it has to prove its power; its wealth and its logic, but you my dear reader are part of something, that is subsequently part of it, but also has surpassed it except for understanding how the tainted currency can be used to your advantage and more importantly why we shouldn’t even give a damn about it, why also we don’t have to deny any American anything that they want within reason, and most importantly why everything that is possible must be done to protect it and persuade it into serving the entire American congruence and not just only paying tribute to the Eye of the Needle and the Roman ruling class.

What would it benefit them to be in the said position?

With a liquid currency, the controllers are able to elevate themselves above the imposed restrictions and use those restrictions to twist the arm of a predominantly uneducated and naive generation. Causing, through advances in media and propaganda distribution, the ability to radically transform the seemingly normal picture of American Life into just about anything that they want, including a Police State, under the reversed terms of “turn the other cheek” coupled with, but not necessarily dependant on, a heightened sense of fear.

Picture a mustard seed tree’s massive expanses of tiny branches and teeny-tiny little connections exchanging a determined pattern of existence for every seed and conversely a small bush. Within the mustard seed tree governmental reckoning, “Turn the other cheek,” works to create a police state. Within the model of the small bush type of capitalistic democracy, “Turn the other cheek” may or may not exist as a police state but even so may still act to benefit a devious outside controller under the terms of “Do not gather where moth and rust consume” held into caption by an eternal judgment seeking under the amplification of “camel passing through the eye of the needle” as a nation of slaves subjugated to an outside source. The difference comes down to, ‘How Big?’, ‘How in debt?’ and ‘How economically skewed from the inside.’ That is when it’s time for top subversion. Don’t wake me up until the party is already going. Would a mustard seed tree government under the terms of “turn the other cheek” and a liquid currency fit into the position of an expendable resource that a parasitic empire needed to tax the entire world? Would that contravention of order if faced with the potential of political restructure go to war before facing the consequences of a violent revolution even though neither war nor revolution seem possible within complete submission to an outside source? Yes, almost definitely. War of Armageddon? Not far off, only not how you pictured it. Even better, is revolution even possible inside a nation shown to hold onto the double standards of this quadratic paradigm of submission to an order that formerly wasn’t visible and now that it is seen, is still resting in a position to govern from the outside with bribes paid within the corporate/democratic/bureaucracy that even congress and the president cannot compete with because the camel can carry with it a lot of water.

Who can be sure?

Ides HAY! Almost urtain-say regression for not adhering to the embargo spelled out 2000 years ago, “Do not gather where moth and rust consume” and similarly conforming to capitalism, democracy and a public stock exchange under the judicial terms of “turn the other cheek” and a non quantitative/qualitative currency solely enamored by the Roman Ruling Class as the indisputable means to cast you into its bidding.

Roman fingerprints upon the precipice shattered into unnumbered pieces. Forget about the Cuban Embargo and you’ll see it just for one second as the elements of this captivity have morphed from one picture, to another, to another. A crown of thorns, not as pictured before, cheaper more available prescription drugs in Mexico than in the United States, plus the illegalization of such harmless and uncontrollable drugs as Marijuana for the ultimate profit of their mechanism.

The Salem Witch Trials, slavery, civil war, abolition, World War I, prohibition, stock market crash, WORLD WAR II, Illegalization of drugs, and now your tiny little baby is sent away with mother rattling her jaw about her perception of the lord’s kindness, now that is a valuable coin, “Is it not mama?” You may want to put that one in your collection. Now look at how autonomously she is living up to the means. Maybe I ain’t no proper speaking Chi-town or Philly, but what does that mean for Old Black Joe and little baby Josephine? BEWARE: The Widow’s two coins when rubbed together initiate incendiary device unless done properly. This wound looks pretty ‘tigh’t. Bad boy Jefferson-Davis comes out of the slave’s hindquarter, except for at least once. Do not put new wine into old wineskins for the new wine will certainly burst the old wineskins. P.S. You are better off as a fish and besides you don’t have any choice.

The difference between a Roman War Tribunal Jesus and a baby born in the barn, Son of God, only ate beans and rise in the morning is subtle. It only means that THOUGH the nation of Israel is recognizably the founder of monotheism, the thinkers encompassed within the Roman Ruling Agency are the refiners and coupled within the redefinition of capitalism and democracy have become rulers of the global monetary system.

A broken piece of bread and five thousand are fed. Important, yet often ignored statement about feeding the multitude. IT IS NOTED: Feeding them was equivalent to the value of eight months of a man’s wages.

Insert picture of Roman Soldier killing Israelite maiden’s four brothers in front of her very eyes. Give real E=MC2 to those whom can’t reap hay. Don’t worry about the bill; I’ll take care of it. Samurai Dick wails his feed eating frenzy outside donut looms glooming carefully intermitted snaps below collapsing World Trade Centers. Finger almost lost closing tailgate of four-door coupe. Shoe-Fly! Branding Iron. Essay sore sight flight trice sight. – May cause indigestion, heavy breathing or erectile dysfunction if spoken too fast.

Please, Not another maimed E-MEMO: Austrian Administration of Escalating Affairs.

High beams ember wrecks sofa-corded impotent cigar case dropped. Bought a humming bird feeder, called him-self a winner didn’t even take it outside of the box.

Bee stinging butterflies peak solid streak astrodome, yeti unmarred. Ostrich-eyebrow hostage taker, youth stained precinct blue jeans. Budget cuts of fancy mowing sauce trip. Closed circuit TV case; Toupee to protect the children. Who said, “The toy shouldn’t wear a hairpiece?”

When will the weak chicken chip hurdle fiercely sharp pains observed from nurse’s agent-orange suitcase? Garbanzo bean ripped off of generals giving orders to spare only the lives of the sick and afflicted by sex transfusion kit. Dr. U2 and B2 R2D2 finally introduced with a zero chance of stability, without a shock reorder once a certain card is unveiled and whose mind is fixated upon a new exit strategy? “Troops, Troops, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah put in 20,000 more, then we pull them out, yeah, country in debt goes to war, becomes more indebt and then backs out of war or at least that worked before, right? right? right? Do not forget America, I have intelligent sources! ”. Politics is fun even if you are a puppet.

Small time, small talk jockey falls off his racehorse. Horse put to the glue factory couldn’t find one headline in the paper. Toothpaste, lipstick, liposuction, grand theft, automotive fuel, injection of harmful serum via umbrella, one ball pen cap, first pitch, shroud-up, bank teller penicillin tithed to counter topple edifice. Spring rolled into one chicken broth summer. Two dishes fall into kitchen’s inkwell feather boa contradictor set for Christmas. Tell Jack he left the door open again. Cockroaches. Door opens again and an answer penetrates through the feeble darkness from behind goldilocks shadow. It’s Santa and he’s brought his sleigh. This placard was keenly placed here after some important event. “The Liberty Bell Talk ” - O’Shell Berger. Bad smell behind curtain jimmies each recorded step closer. A new hazard wealth code; health poor and core add rate warning to small guy – working class dissolved. Pass it on to the next carpool unannounced steeplechase. Put on your apron and start learning to scrape up the crumbs. Unhealthy pin split spells trouble again for house-arrested tuna spinneret albacore. Sun spilt trees peek colorlessly beyond transatlantic landscapes, pealed deliberately lingering subtle hillside bluff. A feeling of disrupted clinging up ahead being head’s inability to accurately perceive. Angel spills hell out of one of his glass bullet holes. Blow, blow, blow your house down. The priests careful not to incriminate themselves ‘please’ listen carefully to orders from politicians discriminate agitated serum. Say it sinisterly, “Do not gather where moth and rust consume, my little worms”. World of people spinning around technology somehow indebted to its existence hidden behind a contrived debt and another warning designed to be taken out of context, “Turn him into the other check,” and I’m not talking about congress. (I’d rather see congress than Jose Guys but for the most part I’d rather see the supreme court or just a really loose woman – The Stockholm Treaty - 1421) Well, who really is to decide? Turn left, Turn right. Stop, GO! Stop, GO ONLY SO FAR. Stop, Turn left. Walk down sidewalk. Avoid strangers. Stranger walks in front of you, make evasive maneuver. Re-align. Walk up, top talk tool rake. Tall drawn out spin willfully compared to river. Sable records show Louisiana Purchase included reindeer. Only one thing missing, a certain judgment for the one cheerio to astute pit mustard sea tree encore television disk race card pulled. NOW GET BACK TO WORK! BIGDEBT! BIGDEBT! BIGDEBT! BIGDEBT! BIGDEBT! BIGDEBT! (Are there any Knowants in here, respect their LORD or I’ll call up the scarecrow. – A VOICE BEHIND THE CURTAIN) “It isn’t so bad to see you up here. Are you getting out soon?” The feeling of an anthill worms around your right side right here. No left side. Bank left teller tide pool infuses you into “shop ‘til you drop.“

Aunt Sue and her adherents all rescued Herbert’s Soup, but only one small driveway to finding out that it isn’t grandmothers house before the ‘Hole Three, par two for course in quadratic illusionary justice’. Get ready, Okay; I don’t want you to miss this one. Jungle pie, juggle up high because you might never remember the correct wonder article you are searching for. (CLUE: It is a WEAPON) “Grandmother, What BIG GUISE YOU HAVE. And what BIG GEARS YOU HAVE TOO”. The game show is over and the car payment is due. Better drive myself to work to pay off loan for car payment, house-payment guarantor Double Dutchman. Empirical Glacial tear down to paycheck paid working in the vitamin’s biz. Toupee re-pent pear ends spaghetti and core is no more left sponge pool. ‘Two morgue hinges’ pills Jill at two crows and a crossbow, among the ponds cape, while one very still distillery parquet kills another tree stump. Parents shut down auto plant after Japanese repayment from World War II showcase showdown for moth’s indifferent ballast, the motor boathouse hammock chicken hawk chop shop alcoholic catholic bean carousel. Someone has somehow worked his well in well beyond the grasp of average linguistics. “Fee-Fi-Foe-Fum I smell the blood of an English Man”. House payment due, better go bulldoze someone else’s house. Taxes are Due. Attack disarms the steward of a shipyard vial spill. A vicious cycle of misconception under one unified global misunderstanding and a very large traffic jam being squeezed like a grapefruit salad, tossed onto a Sunday is Everyday platform and fed to Porky Pig railing the tiding of a short changed business, tall tale, large scale debutante. A global democratic fish trap tampered with by TROJAN CAMEL penetrating gently through the eye of the needle before old remnants of an Ancient Roman War Decree are beginning to look like the paint by number of constrained constitutions to English speaking channel surfer Waikiki already signed by Leonardo Rio Degenaro. Record player skips again. Unshein. This one can be calculated so easily that it doesn’t even need an introduction. The President gets sad news that Iraq isn’t too keen on democracy coupled with enterprising war after sudden ingestion of fact that it has taken 2000 years of keenly planned deception to eradicate the Christians of such temperamentally linked continuums of space energy and time for the sake of exploitation of goods and services with minimal loss of capital for a shortened but seemingly eternal length of time, time that somehow now is lost behind an accumulated debt un-shadowed by the war, the planes, the buildings and a very poorly trained brain. This isn’t un-contagious, but “You may feel you need a bigger house and no one said you should be looking for a mouse”. Can you figure out how you got here? You followed me here and I was just looking for some cheese. Forget about the principle, this is just the interest. Give me some credit. Right, Dr. J? It was once said that “The sun never sits on the Roman Empire,” well with certainty that Empire has continued the extension of its reign beyond the reaches of land and directly into a contrived figurative context concerning the economic elements of life liberty and happiness surrounding the group of people known as The United States of America and now the determination of an outside source beguilingly tampers with the comparison of that accumulation; a disguised global domain retractor activated by a specific series of predictable events entraps the elements of the indifference into a sporadic new scientific elevation and you, my beloved reader, are just a tiny little fish in the vast array of fixtures that represents its rhythmic countenance.

DISREGARD THAT I SUCK COCKS

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