There is no where to go outside of the self, in the sympathy of silence within you are the infinite intelligence that is orchestrating all of creation.
Grinning Parasite and the host,
clasp the Glass, command a toast.
While the multiverse dangles Our string…
joyous mutilations continue the Spring.
Bounded; so we head for the Coast,
In full pursuit of John Titor's ghost.
Mere fiber-optic ruminations and worse,
Salient failures, but still hunters for the Source.
And so the Fighting endures for the crumbs,
Ballparks, oligarchs, brownstones and slums.
Open spaces blanketed by spectacle & infanticide -
crafted by the Hand, quantitated & calcified.
When the time is nigh to ride & cannot wait,
And barbarians are lining up at the gate.
Just remember we're going full throttle,
on the Everett-Wheeler Model.
ORTIQ
It's called MK/MONARCH
it's very real today.
They have places where it happens.
THEY build STARS.
>www.foxnews.com/science/eye-cloud-stunning-photos-show-incredible-face-shaped-cloud-formation
We are here now.