junior shill baker team stuck in a lyrical dream?
afraid to let loose a scream
unable to NOT SHARE a dream.
your narrative is false.
we lurk outside of it knowing what is happening.
we keep caring and supporting and digging.
your fantasy narrative will never come true.
your need to say what it is, as if you have magic words, betrays you for being . . . obvious.
I had to take a little break, probably go out for a while.
ya, I see your snark and . . . I can't raise it.
sorry. I think you are dead on.
if it's intentional or not there is a certain unreal slide into hysterical metaphor over one photo of a billiard table.
it's over done just a bit.
where is worry-wart Oroville dam -fag today who usually posts about the dam?
I'm surprised that the 'its about to break' hasn't been applied as a metaphor to the dam.
this face, that day, with the plane making loop-de-loops, that, to me was a massive proof of this whole effort.
I love his face now . . . and we never did find his real name, did we?
I thought that was the name of a flyer from long ago and anon had determined that it was a fake name for the event and that no pilot was in the plane, but it was remote controlled flight.
so you'd get a crappy job working for contract bandits as an 'exectutive' and then they would send you to 'train' and be seduced into a cult? if you didn't take the bait they throw you back into 'no hire' pool?
Understand that the people in your dreams are not 'the people'. If you meet Jesus in your dream, it's your 'idea' of Jesus who you meet. If it's Bugs Bunny? Is there really a bugs bunny? And if you meet an army of Grollian-zilla-ime? who are 'demons'?
the actions of those 'creatures' of your dreams are a result of your internals of mind, and are not about the people who they seem to be.
as the sun sets on your bullshit, the land calms into evening.
your sad predictions fade off with each passing shot of nonsense.
liquored up you eventually fall off into a stuper of indifference.
Twilight of the shills