"creative armageddon" [director's cut]

the MicroChip with its ChipMobile. the NeoCons with their FoxNews. HAARP with little ELF helpers and drone jet raindeer vectors trail blazing white christmas criss-cross plumes in the sky. We live in a waking dream that's fast recognizing the hoax or conspiracy is itself, as well as the sign?ificance of self-prophetic christian kook-tology. religious theories are nothing to right home about..or even poke fun at. its not the naive notion of embracing, respectively so... far fetched looney-toon doctrines of ancestral sect hearsay encapsulated within bent rhetoric signposts of truth that we cannot rightfully so or "rightfully soul" submit to our conditioned dubplate ideologies inc (what we call truth) ...as infact ignorance. those are fine. those.. stay where they are!

its the notion of a self-prophetic creative armageddon by an unfolding yet uninformed collective consciousness (us), unwittingly yet creatively (see: outsider art) constructing the Great! apprehendable end-times rivalry toward "Future Unfathomable" (or FU). but also as an uninvited coalescence of spirit unconditionally endorsed by the power of prayer regardless of what belief or faith we share. love is unimpeded and singular (like a smile) giving each and everyone of U.S. the warm fuzzies at the end of sheeple riddened greenwich time.

prayer is the winter concerted effort of our physical consciousnesses to become attuned to the consciousness of the creator (what is truely truely real). the degree of prayer equals the degree of warm fuzzies. kinda akin to the larger than pea-sized amounts of PertPlus you rinse your hair with to indeed escape those flakes once and for all. As we go beyond the matter-of-fact punch lines of the world of form like "we become what we fight", the heroic aspects of the brave new waking dream (consciousness) launches us out of the illusory climax (some call matrix) and into the meaning of prayer (the director's cut).

a good story always has a catch. what's a genie without your third wish? more like a long lost wealthy step dad. what fun is that? so we've indeed attracted creative armageddon for better not for worse.  whether or not all those in praying favor impose their own tribal concordance on the earth playne (and die as holy wall-martyers against the NWO), all prayees known to man shall drink the same 'highly suspect' fruit punch at the irrefutable cosmic dance known as Creation. come one, come all, with or without prom dress on (preferably without). let's dance!

LoveParasite. 12/13/04