THE SHEPHERD SONG
THE COMMUNICATOR
THE ROMEO AND JULIET SYNDROME
CONTINUES
The Anamnesis and the spirit of
07/12/2003
-When I took that
killing tool Dear Creighton and released it so happily at securing our romantic
future did its cold, pitiless projectile directly prick my foreskin. This
blood, substance and truly I kid you not I yet hear, seemingly with ceaseless
peril the hacking, cracking and sawing of that defensive skeleton releasing out
of its skillful carcass what I’d labored life and living for twenty plus one
years. Then Creighton the fantastic, this literally indescribable, it was as
though I was a caged bird being set free at soaring into the unknown yonder,
yes wild, yes free and at a serenity dear one.
-Then an even more miraculous thing, I wasn’t alone, they were as birds themselves, yes by the thousands themselves, yes all flocking toward this hospitable weightless-ness, this divine worthiness of songs, voices and tall tales. When dear Creighton just as abruptly a heaviness took place, a swelling vulgar ness. Truly a loutish even boorish spasm as one is to instead clip said wings and you’re not just falling but you’re being abducted and confiscated. Even Dear Creighton consumed skin from skin, blood from blood, as so spirit and soul from spirit and soul. -It’s there Dear Creighton the great, glorious light upon which you’re to abide as this unthinkable tranquility that seem now only an arms length away. Ok stretching, extending hands and spread out fingers away grow all the more dim, dark and soon a black void. You could swear Dear Creighton you’re screaming your loudest scream, that you’re fighting your most urgent fight, as so is there this irritating, drilling and soul altering outcry at trying to rewind it all, have a change of heart. Then this resounding indistinctness Creighton, yes this escalating imprecision, this stripper of all things being human and you’re beyond lifelessness, you’re disaster-prone.
-Then an even more miraculous thing, I wasn’t alone, they were as birds themselves, yes by the thousands themselves, yes all flocking toward this hospitable weightless-ness, this divine worthiness of songs, voices and tall tales. When dear Creighton just as abruptly a heaviness took place, a swelling vulgar ness. Truly a loutish even boorish spasm as one is to instead clip said wings and you’re not just falling but you’re being abducted and confiscated. Even Dear Creighton consumed skin from skin, blood from blood, as so spirit and soul from spirit and soul. -It’s there Dear Creighton the great, glorious light upon which you’re to abide as this unthinkable tranquility that seem now only an arms length away. Ok stretching, extending hands and spread out fingers away grow all the more dim, dark and soon a black void. You could swear Dear Creighton you’re screaming your loudest scream, that you’re fighting your most urgent fight, as so is there this irritating, drilling and soul altering outcry at trying to rewind it all, have a change of heart. Then this resounding indistinctness Creighton, yes this escalating imprecision, this stripper of all things being human and you’re beyond lifelessness, you’re disaster-prone.
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-With most of them either perverted or suicidal, just where did they get the opportunity to view some of the most stunningly beautiful women on the planet? Certainty not any networking program targeting children of all ages in this nation; if you want to pretend with your children. Remarkably, yes even in 2015, that there’s no black people of any origin, significance or persons of any color period, just sat children of all viewing age to any made for TV childhood to adolescent viewing and let the tragedy begin.
-Like marriage, (see more here, www.donothatemarriage15.blogspot.com), which has always been portrayed as a negative, even a no, no, especially by Lifetime and Soap Opera viewing, so has viewing people of color in a positive, provocative, sexy manner, talking mind control. The producers of Mission Impossible truly took on an impossible mission when they portrayed. That's as a leading lady and Hunts (Tom Cruise/Dougray Scott), love interest, a phenomenally stunning black female, Thandie Newton. Of course the ratings went through the roof, highest grossing, thus they went on to portray Paula Patton in yet another, though she wasn’t leading lady, but a nonwhite stunner regardless, something producers of the James Bonds multinational Drama/thriller have yet to do.
-Clearly, these kinds of arguments are based on decades of presenting or promoting the racial profiling of the largest, godlike, most influential, even scientific form of entertainment on the planet. Like mice in a science lab, this giant overseer more than control not only what our youth, but all persons see, hear, eat, how they dress and groom themselves, who and what they must believe, what drugs to be addicted to and thus what or who to worship, so sickening, thus it's all rigged, wake the H... Up!
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