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Channel 13 I channeled some spirits to channel 13 I met them there on the worlds in between. so, condemn the justice and decree doom. but don't do it to soon. the zodiac says we are the age of Aquarius, either the gods or the hippies gave up on us. technology made the take over. they forgot the plan. or planned to forget. the world has increased it's appetite for petty perversion of personal illusion, persistent persuasions and commercial invasion. sensibility caters for madness, they meddle with destiny. a factory producing lost souls for secret currency. who should have the power? if the power is still there. can it be had? it's held over a shaped cavity of easy acceptance. stirring into the potion, politics, schools and parents. don't blame the T.V. entertainment is art. tells us Osiris and Isis are to come together in our modern hour. conjoined by time, or the conjurer of ages. have they already coupled. connected in the stars and traveled afar. post haste! with no space to waste. but we won't give up we're all still here. running in the up hill human race. I'm more sure now than ever before, in the before i was sure, soon never once more. and I channel some spirits to channel 13, use more than senses, see what it means. Scale the alps barefoot. crooked crutches, stone ladders. don't shoot thru your parachute. a mid air collision with an astral plane had left me stranded at the initiation. the chill of corpses screaming, and considered angels singing. the bottom of my feet sense hell is freezing. i'm climbing higher. a branch of a tree reaching for the sun. root of the willow seeking water. bring your pencils and shade my soul. survive the sensation. tip toe on the paper thin ice. be stressed in the forgotten day of relaxing emotion. or be an antenna, contracting more philosophies, virus's sneezed from shallow existence. drinking the tea of prophecy. a garden of sensuality. is there ever enough, or are there to many philosophies. can you deal to them all. ideas in the labyrinth of mans thinking precess. the labor pains of what is real. why people do things? what is moral? what are values? who's right and who's wrong? how many licks does it take, to get to the center of a tootsie pop? is Elvis really dead? the nature and origin of mans interest, in commanding his surroundings. it's why these things happen? who's god is real. who's is just a clever story. who is just profiteering a prophet, for the profit margin. I hope you used an intergalactic prophylactic so you don't procreate that perception! where did your everything come from? is the world organized, like they make it seem? should we all channel our spirits to channel 13? is it constant chaos and coincidental mayhem. do the T.V.'s watch us? they definitely keep a tab on everybody's need to breed philosophy. think about life, whether you want to or not. direct all your movements and thoughts to your actions. how did you go about it? how necessary is necessity? extreme pleasure, celibacy. boredom. we plant flowers for picking. do they want to be picked? ripped and knifed. the wind around us, whips around the world. with a close eye on evolution. never to be perfectly figured out or finished. the mysteries of philosophies gives us the choices of obtainable ideas, histories of thoughts, arts and growth of the living past. The tribal vibe is alive, it's defiantly the key. it's in the hand of the sky. in the fist of the storm. a true new tribe of a repressed earth in unseen depression. explorations in forced decisions. not only me, but all who are free. so, heres some blood! build a city on ashes and pig bones. bypass, and be the afraid. they're fused to the confused. so they set their closed mind to channel 13, and blind their third eye to all unseen. Trivial problems in the big picture. the masking mixture. the seamstress sews your insight. the evil and the greedy control. yes, all of us. we fight over crumbs. we all bitch and bicker. while the rich get richer. finally slam the coffin shut on a genX corporate logo. practically in hiding. content to the subterranean. ignore the outside world. which is easy to ignore. it throws itself in your face so often. it goes right thru you. manifest you silence. announce the end of the message. separate it with uniform distance. lets have a contest. to protest those who confessed with puzzling delight of an improbable utopia. keep yours, want mine. Will the parallel lines of equal signs ever cross fade into one. some day merge into one river. one must slightly bend for them to meet in the end. they will travel separate paths forever. don't use my psychic energy against me. its fine to fly. eat the flesh of the kill. follow destiny. what if we don't meet in another life. was this chance wasted. hypothetical bullet for the assassination of the future present. when you think of me its never an accident. give me that line, about being my friend. I can seduce you all over again. then we'll channel our spirits to channel 13, write it all down, pretend it's a dream...
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