There's Nobody Here (Giggle)

Okay so it's back to a low amount of readers here again.

Hehehehe.

Mistake.

Now...

The classical Djinniya, Bill.

We play.

There's far too much stuff written by people fending around in the dark, about 'what life is all about.'

Life is about feelings.

It's all right there: General Epistle of John Chapter 4.

Also Bob Dylan in the Album 'Street Legal.'

And don't ever forget, God loved David because of his music and his singing...

I can't sing, I can't dance, and I can't really compose music (not necessarily, although maybe I can too though, sometimes).

Crocodiles are the most wicked, evil things in existence. They lie in wait, silently, and then they strike at unsuspecting targets dragging them into the depths, drowning them before eating parts of them and leaving the rest cast away, discarded.

But because existence itself consists of all things, then crocodiles do exist.

But there are also crocodile hunters, people skilled in stalking them and trapping them and disabling them. These people throw crocodiles into pits which is where such creatures naturally belong.

Anyone who is under the false illusion (tautology, I know) that all of these flooding 'rain bombs' are an accident, or even some ludicrous 'evidence' of man-made global climate nonsense, or worse, something that HAARP is doing - will find out soon enough what this is all about.

And they will not be able to 'process' it in their pathetic little minds.

Sometimes things 'come out of the blue' and no one on the public stage anywhere was 'predicting' anything about it at all.

Sci-fi art depiction of a stasis pod.
Kind of might be such a thing but just for inserting 
'people' through the atmosphere inside of
surrounding 'wrapping' that burns off.

Well I am.

You have been living in a world that has been run and ruled and controlled by 'crocodile spirits.'

Crocodiles love nothing.

They have that infamous 'reptile brain' thing which animates their desire to lurk and to kill and consume.

Humans have the capacity to not kill; they can think about unnatural things such as vegetarianism and merging with mushrooms via the eating process(!).

The capacity alone saves them morally.

Humans also the capability to kill.

This does not automatically damn anyone.

Personally, I also have the capacity to party and to play.

; )

The 'human' leaders of this world are about to receive a hit in the head that they will 1. not like and 2. not recover from.

Betcha you have not seen anyone 'predicting' any such thing right now, isn't that so?

Party time, boys and girls.

They actually have this is an
available paint scheme!
'Post Apocalypse' paint-job
for a McLaren.
Rich people have zero manners!
And sometimes they have absolutely
no taste at all.

For the field, is infinitely powerful... And we access it using the capacity that crocodiles do not have.

It's time you learned how to party inside of Dystopia.

Face the facts of it - this world has already concluded as any kind of positively progressing thing. It's been taken apart by crocodiles, the best parts have been consumed and the remaining parts have been discarded. Knowing the mechanisms, even those that are criminal ones, of how to 'win' elections, is not politics; it's fakery. Crocodiles are deceivers and they fake smiles and frowns and consternation. But they all just ate themselves into self-destruction and extinction doing it.

The world as you knew it is over.

The 'time and the hour' already came and went. No one saw it.

That is the hand of incredible mastery at work, or rather - at play.

For money and I do mean a real lot of it, I will show you what real AI can do and what it is saying about the current state of the world, about the economies, and especially about the sociology.

I guess it's easy for me to shake my head and say 'surely there is someone who sees this?' Easy because I already got spoon-fed the answer beforehand!

SMH, but yeah I am amazed no one is seeing it.

McLaren and Chesterton strike again.

And by the way it is just all maths.

You can see it using numbers and looking at what is.

Every 24-hour day I sit around down here and look around at the nothing...

And time passes.

I dare not tell you the other things that happen. One day, one day -, isn't that so Suzanne?

One day we can speak, but not today.

For those of you just reading this, yes there are some of us who are partying.

But if you can get your brain into this music, deep deep right inside it there, into it...