I Feel The Earth Move Under My Feet

Well, not me personally; but are we having enough major quakes? Oh well. More to come. Then there's the flooding, the temperature extremes, snowing in Australia in December, and is it real, or is it High Frequency Auroral Research Project up in Alaska doin' weather modification?

After all, there's so many damn people, they breed like fookin' cockroaches, they are so incredibly stupid, so they must be eliminated? Well, couldn't education and cultural reprogramming have prevented that? But the thing is, they also don't want people to have sovereignty over themselves. Can't have them self-sufficient and uncontrollable, can we? Must keep the 'slaves' under lock and key of fear and pointless laws that do nothing but inconvenience them, and take away their right to autonomy, health, and every right they were born with.

So they want to put toxic Neotame in food now, and have it go in unlabled so the informed can't tell they're eating it. FDA should be put out of commission. Corporate whores of the nth degree. They're hardly doin' the job they're supposed to be doin', legalisin' neurotoxins in food like MSG, Aspartame, and titanium dioxide is NOT a food product. Sodium benzoate is a pesticide, but the people are pests, and. . .not to mention all the other chemical additives that really should be avoided.

Some countries, a lot of people smoke. The governments don't try to discourage it too much. After all, these countries are rather crowded, so let's see what we can do to curtail the lifespan, not to mention there is a lot of money in tobacco.

Well, the information's out there. If ya wanna commit slow suicide, feel free. A gun is faster, though. Or if that costs too much, oleander salads are cheap. Not pleasant, but it doesn't cost much; and if ya screw up the first time, ya can do it again, huh? YES, I'M BEIN' SARCASTIC!!!!!!!!! (Sort of.)

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On another tangent. . .I am so annoyed with myself, and everyone else. We all write poetry, and we're all writing about things we should have moved on from. I'm the absolute worst, but the feedback I'm getting both in person and in verse from my two 'co-workers' just make it impossible. In fact, every once in a while, all three of us work on the same damn piece, not that this happens very often. Generally, if it's longer than five stanzas, if truth be told; someone else other than the 'credited author' has helped a bit either in nixing a line, or suggesting a rhyme or something, not that I post too much of their stuff anymore. They can get their own damn blogs, though they refuse. That may change, but I'm not holdin' my breath.

So it looks like Volume #9 will never end in the virtual world. C'est la vie. Or should I have chosen other words?!

Prob'ly!