high rising terminal | Writing Spool

It cannot work. It’s evil. Nature rules. Nature knows. Nature is never evil. It may seem unfair at times.

Still, so many are living in a sea of fog around their heads: anthropogenic climate change; a few germs supposedly gone rogue outside a body filled with trillions and trillions of other docile, certainly useful/essential ones; save grandma but hope she dies sooner than later — you know, those pesky old people/baby boomers sucking up so much air and fog, space and resources, (even the ones who saw it coming long, long ago when the Trilateral Commission came barreling through in sneaking silence behind the scenes and brothers Hunt tried to have all the silver in the world — long before the newest hipsters ever will.)

In his 1980 book With No Apologies, Republican Senator Barry Goldwater suggested that the discussion group was “a skillful, coordinated effort to seize control and consolidate the four centers of power: political, monetary, intellectual, and ecclesiastical… [in] the creation of a worldwide economic power superior to the political governments of the nation-states involved.”

Get a tattoo and speak fry or make every sentence a question with a high rising terminal so everyone will know you’re hip, like all the other peer monger zombies. Use your hand symbols often.

Hip or compliant? Hip or a fool? Hip or afraid of not fitting in?

Don’t forget the wisdom that can come with years of living. Some do, some don’t — just like always.

Are sugar shares through the roof?

Being sick is healing. The body knows what to do — it calls the troupes when foreigners are doused upon our food, poured into our water, dropped from the sky or injected through a raping needle. And, unless it’s far too much, the body finds a way to heal by starting a cold or flu or some disease to warn us — like touching a hotplate or a festering sticker — and clears the battle field.

Wake up. There is something very wrong here. Take a rest. Slow your jets. Quit eating poison.

Sugar is poison, but it’s oh so very yummy — made just like a drug to be.

Oranges are safe and chocolate at its purest.

Put some oranges in your suitcase if you can even find them. Hit the road — or stay right where you are — it’s coming for everyone

Except for those who see the trouble backwards.