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To: Fred Mudi

From unknown_dude

May 15, 2017 18:06

You should study this outta Silicon Valley:

https://timebulleteer.wordpress.com/

Also thought you'd like these:

Checkmait The Gods https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4Z04nS_D_I

King Piece In The Chess Game by Slick Rick

Published on Oct 14, 2012
"The Art of Storytelling" Album.
1999.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hS9Wl340pDg
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To: Fred Mudi

From: unknown_dude

Did you see this posted on April 15th?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxGbPbpoG8I&t=439s

btw... The tablet was absconded from a woman in Arizona by the Air Force's military police. Aiguo Sīkōng & The Collective obtained an exact reproduction/copy of the device. The only problem is your device will always be on. Even when the battery is "dead". So you might want to watch out for that.

Btw they can't unlock its encryption without your thumbs or eyes, so theres that too.

Also don't think about the thousands of secret scientists analyzing every move you make... that'll just make you nervous.

Safe travels

p.s.

I'll send the cipher codes when the Iris scan is complete.

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After a short distance away from the temple, Fredrick Mudi had to take pause. He needed to park and plan some logistics on his situation. He needed some mental reinforcement. Almost everything that Gooch had spoke to him had hit home; even if Fred didn't want to admit it. His gut was turning in upon itself and his heart ached behind his sternum. He had to stop moving, had to stop driving, stop thinking, stop doing - anything. He needed to just be still. Like Gooch had said, Fred was over-analytical and was now realizing how true it was. He was going bat-shit crazy, in circles trying to fill in the gaps in his memory.

It was mid afternoon, Fred had pulled over and was parked behind a small shopping center by some dumpsters. He was sitting in an orange, 1983 Pinto and was smoking another cigarette, he was taking stock of his life. More in particular, he was trying to sort out this year known as 2017. He turned the radio down while trying to think. A moment later he just shut the radio completely off. Even the soothing sounds of classic rock where now agitating to him. He sighed a heavy sigh and felt the weight on his shoulders momentarily relax. After exhaling, the world closed back in on him, forcing his shoulders and eyes down.

The spiderbot "Bootsy" was still crawling Fred's prearranged list of servers and collecting a file on the cloud. He didn't bother opening any of them. He just slipped the phone back into his pocket. "First things first" he said to himself. He hopped out the pinto and opened the back hatch. Rifling under some dirty clothes, a blanket and a tire iron, he found his laptop, closed the hatch and returned to the drivers seat. He opened the glove box and retrieved the external hard drive that Taniguci had given him and then booted his pc. He flicked his cigarette butt out the window onto the asphalt.

He couldn't get it out of his head. Someone or something had messed with his mind. The only clue he had was nothing more than a hunch and it wasn't very reassuring. Although it did make Fred realise that there had to be a reason for someone to erase (or was it more like 'steal'?) his memories. His second conclusion was that this was no hodgepodge operation. Selective memory erasing? That had to be a highly sophisticated and advanced maneuver. Likely the work of of some military or government operations. Someone like Hydra, or some other corporate front. What did Fred happen to known that was taken from him? Why was his whole life suddenly under a whole new form of self scrutiny? At what point did he stop becoming himself? At what point would "they" (whoever they are) take such actions against him? And why?

Between what Gooch had told him of relaunching their old company "Knight Tech” and the likelihood that the military had put a microchip in his head, Fred’s mind drifted towards all the possible threats to his life. He needed some protection, some reassurance. Ah, the smell of burnt black powder! It was somehow signaled and he could actually smell it for a second. A plethora of images came to him, a double barrel shotgun, a 9mm pistol, a fully mod’d AR-15, outdoor shooting ranges, the old Madrid armory, dismounted Baghdad patrols, and his favorite place to shoot in the mountains. He called that place Area 52.



Fred had to look under his laptop at the password again before pecking it in. He jacked the external hard drive into the computers usb port and waited for recognition. A single folder appeared. The folder was entitled "Do Not Read". Fred laughed a rather sarcastic laugh while clicking it. The widow burst open with a full screen of folders. He scrolled down a bit unveiling pages and pages of folders. He randomly opened a folder and selected a text document:


Initiates and the profane.

A.A. Sigillvm Sanctvm Fraternitatis

“Now ye shall know that the chosen priest & apostle of infinite space is the prince-priest the Beast; and in his woman called the Scarlet Woman is all power given. They shall gather children into their fold: they shall bring the glory of the stars into the hearts of men.” - AL 1:15

Scarlet Women

Babylon, Mother of Abominations

Isis

Oak King

Holly Tree

Dark Pan
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Almost forty five minutes after their first cup of tea, Zakari Taniguchi and Fred Mudi are seven dimensions deep and three minor time-anomalies into a psychological and spiritual brainstorm.

"Some of your quotes are in contradiction of one another. How is it that you have now blended at least four distinct and very different religious teachings into this conversation as one? As..." Fred hesitated, "as you sit there in the full garb of a Buddhist Monk? Are you even supposed to blend traditions like that or what?" Fred calmly demanded.

The Monk's eyebrows raised in slight surprise. "I was not speaking to you as a Buddhist Monk. I was speaking to you as my friend. As a veteran and as a philosopher. I could recite Buddhist teachings all day but I don not think that is what you are really wanting to hear; now is it? Besides, just because I have studied and have attained the rank of Buddhist Monk, does not necessarily mean I'm a Buddhist indefinitely. I still keep an open mind. There is so much more to learn yet. There is so much more to integrate still. "

As a response, Fred's left eyebrow contorted upwards as his head shifted down and to the side. He gave his best quizzical look before breaking character. His usual stone-etched face shattered into a wry and devious grin before asking, "Are you just stating that as a probability or are you stating that as a cold, hard fact?"

The Monk was again beaming with that broad and sincere smile of his. "Despite adherence to my mentors and the teachings of Buddha, I have always kept an open mind. Although I put aside all other philosophies and religious doctrines to solely study Buddhism, I've never forgotten the other great religious teachings. Now upon my graduation, my mind will be allowed to again contemplate these other belief systems. My curious spirit and dreaming heart are ravenous for additional topics of study. I fully committed to this school and in less than forty eight hours, my lengthy tenure here finally draws to culmination. I will eagerly take my insights gained and apply them to old and new questions of our past, future and present.

During my first year here, it had been painfully difficult to let any of those subjects go. I was eventually able to solely focus my study on Buddhism. After all these years, my time and mind are free of those stringent tenets. I'll now have no other obligations to interfere with new studies. And so will begin my integration of other interesting data-sets into my overall worldview. Old world and new. Although in my official capacity of 'Monk' I would never teach anything other than Buddhism. But it's just you Mudi! I assumed I was allowed to speak freely here? We can talk about anything without fear of judgment or persecution... right?"

Mudi smiled a rare and reassuring smile. "Of course brother. We still have the First Amendment...I think. So I'm right there with you. Well, at least in the open mind department. Just not sure if I could handle five years of bean curd, bad incense and boring meditation. I honestly don't know how you did it. That is either extreme discipline or a self imposed form of retardation." Fred smirked. "I think I would need a little more action in my life." Fred highlighted the last sentence with a knowing wink.

"Still juvenile and animalistic I see. You know Mudi, carnal desires and sexual pleasures are on the low end of the human energetic scales Don't you?" asked the Monk.

"You mean fucking?" Fred queried. "Maybe. If you're just trying to bust a quick one. But what about love making? Isn't that one of the highest forms of soul energy? I repeatedly have read that several cultures consider sexual energy is precisely what attracts new souls to incarnate here? Or is that just a chemical reaction and human biology? As far as I can recall, Love is the strongest of all energies in life. Even the darkest of occult practices teach this. In nearly all religions that I have read about! So why degrade such a highly beautiful thing to the lowest possible denominator?"

Zakari's face quickly fell cold as he sternly spoke, "Oh you mean those same energies of lust, jealousy, and perverse passions? That is far from love. Just try to imagine how many bar fights have been started over the affections of some woman. Now imagine how many wars may have been started over this same thing? I can immediately think of four wars started this way but I'm sure there are many more (annotated or not). The energies of lust, desire and carnal passions are very powerful. Very powerful indeed, yet these energies are primal. Those energies are chiefly rooted in the reptile section of the human brain and the least of all the chakras. Fight or Flight? Sleep or Rest? Eat or Drink?" The Monk's voice dropped to a whisper as he hunched, leaning in closer to Fred. "Fuck and Chuck?"

Although Fred was almost never embarrassed by a persons choice of vocabulary, he seemed uneasy at hearing the Monk drop the F-bomb; even if it was his old battle buddy. It seemed wrong hearing a Monk use a "curse" word. But hey, who was Fred to decline this Monk his First Amendment? A right that he and Fred had both sworn to defend? He silently passed on chastising or interjecting.

Zakari noted the consent to continue speaking, "The human spirit, or soul comes from a higher dimension. You just mentioned this idea when speaking of the manifestation of human babies. The spirit is simply borrowing, or driving the flesh-pack you call a body. With this concept in mind, please tell me where you think this thing we call "Love" originates from?"

Fred sat back, resting both his hands behind him. He let a blast of emotional energy go out of his chest. Energy still bottled up and compressed from a previously failed relationship. Just one of many really. He sighed and dropped his eyes as he refocused on the question,

"That's easy." said Fred. "Love originates in the Heart. Maybe Love manifest in the spirit itself?"

Slightly changing the subject, "Do you understand how an orgasm really works?" the Monk asked.

The priceless and confused look on Fred's face could have derailed most any speakers concentration, Gooch remained composed and rather stoic. But Fred was feeling a bit too snarky. He had to say it. If only because Gooch had left that window wide open for a wisecrack. "Yeah, I catch a hot bird with a great set of hips and tits, the proud and noble dragon rises to attention and the rest of the story requires some safety goggles and a mop." Fred cooley jested.

Although Fred was thoroughly amused with himself and his witty banter, he found himself deflated of all his stand-up comedian aspirations almost immediately. Gooch didn't even flinch at that comment! Did he miss it? Was he having a bad day? Maybe Gooch was just being uptight? Or was it some "holier-than-thou" attitude he had adopted? Had the Monks brainwashed him? Fred was now doubly curious on where this Monk was going with the conversation. As if he would hear more clearly, Fred leaned in closer towards Taniguci. He stopped grinning, clasped his hands in front of him and put on his best "I'm listening" face. His expression as studious as he could muster.

Zakari's voice was soft yet authoritative, "It has been known for millennia by tribal women and the ancient medicine men of the worlds oldest cultures. Only now it seems that Western science is presently catching-up. Modern scientists are confirming much of what the ancient wismen and wise-women of yesteryear had shared with the early European and American explorers. It seems that you, Mudi, believe that an orgasm is a product of purely physical contact? Is this deduction correct?"

Fred sat up, itching at the back of his head. He was thinking it over and was becoming more confused by the second. "Um, Well, um, jeez... gimmie a break Gooch! My dick definitely doesn't just suck itself into a rip-roaring climax! What the hell are you going on about? Don't tell me you can literally Jedi-Mindfuck yourself?"

Zak released the tension in his expression as he again smiled at Fred, "Precisely that."

"Dude what? Get the fuck out man! No way!" Fred squirmed atop his perch on the bolder. He wanted to stand in an act of defiance at Gooch's statement. After a quick look down to the jagged rocks below, he thought better of it and remained seated. Still visibly shaken by his denial and total dismay, Fred slipped a comment in before the Monk could speak again.

"No way Gooch. You can't just wish an ejaculation into fruition... otherwise... otherwise us guys would be doing it all the time! We'd never leave the couch! It would be the first big secret learned and tested after the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus!" Fred's hands began expressing his words as he lowered his tone of voice. He almost sounded as if he was actually narrating some paranormal ghost documentary, "Prepubescent boys would have kept hearing dark and strangely hushed rumors. Their elders would tease, warning them about some dangerous, mysterious and legendary superpower. By middleschool, a chance stop by the pisser results in overhearing adolescent boys talking about going blind if you thought about boobs for too long! We'd all be jizzing at will, all the time! We probably would have never invented pants. I'm calling bullshit! Forgetaboutit!" Fred threw his hands up, waving them at Zakari dismissively.

"What happened to an open mind?" the Monk asked of Fred. "What I say is not only true, it is a brand new category of western science. The phenomenon of Non-Physical Orgasm is currently under study by multiple universities throughout the world. Although the female orgasm is still somewhat a mystery to Western science, records and studies have substantiated these claims of thinking one's self into climax. Although not fully understood yet, the studies and physicians generally agree that the phenomenon is originated, triggered and executed by thoughts alone! A total neurological process. Your theory of "touch-only" orgasm is seriously outdated my old friend. Read up. Get the download. Virus free. Update and Patch your old memory. File name:'Orgasm 2.0' Mission Codename: 'Mindgasms'." Partially joked Gooch.

Fred was shaking his head in disbelief, yet he knew that Taniguchi was a very honest man. Gooch was serious and Fred's head was swimming in new input that was transferring positions as he recalculated. He was momentarily still. He tried to imagine how that would even be possible? He laughed out loud at his next computation. He thought of how much money he would have saved with this knowledge decades before?

Taniguchi never failed to impress. He might have had a few slow or quite days, but give Gooch enough time and he would nuke your mindscape eventually. He was skilled at dropping knowledge on the unsuspecting and was a professional at rearranging a motherfuckers whole perspective on shit. Fred was inspired by learning new and useful information.

Zak shook his head disapprovingly. "We both have spent much time and money in pursuit of the carnal. Between the drama and broken hearts, I'd say that we both have been mislead by what love is supposed to mean. The point is Fred, that the mind is over the flesh. We tend to think of flesh over mind, more importantly the heart. This carnal indulgence is actually a weight on the heart and subconscious. Carnal actions turn down the energetic scale, making true love a shadow of itself. Heart and mind, not flesh and groin."

Although a valid point, Fred shook his head saying, "Remind me to never take you on another pub-crawl."

There was a long moment of silence between them. Zakari Taniguchi spoke as if he was far, far away.

"Simply put Mudi, your compassion for the fate of others has jaded and is found wanting. You are an intelligent man but have been fooled by your own over-analytical reasoning. Add to this your spirit has been forcibly strewn in multiple directions. Your disorientation is apparent. As a consequence, a rift in your morality compass has lead you astray. It seems your mind is in the midst of a magnetic pole shift. Your heart is suffering perturbations from your dark orbital consciousness. You have shifted center mass and now gravitate towards a catastrophic collision. Although you are moving, you are moving in circles. Like a broken record caught in the groove, or a dog chasing its tail. Concentric circles may look attractive to the eye but to the mind and body, they are nothing more than a pretty rut leading to nowhere.
Bring your consciousness up and out of the two-dimensional plane! Replace the black and white lenses you have been viewing the world through and realize that the Earth is not a composite shade of gray. The world is better understood in the full spectrum of light. Obstacles of the spirit, heart and mind cast dark shadows. The third-dimension will then come into focus unveiling the launching point for even higher states of perspective. The Universe, as I'm sure you are aware, is actually a multiverse. It is better viewed with your third eye using a multi-dimensional kaleidoscope of crystal prisms. Let your desire for the material and carnal go, then weightless, you will rise from the primordial muck."

Fred eyes closed as he dropped his head slightly forward. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
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12:10 p.m. ET Feb. 22, 2017 @

http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation-now/2017/02/22/study-people-would-rather-not-see-future-no-matter-what-holds/98246332/

Study: People would rather not see the future, no matter what it holds. by Sean Rossman

It seems — if given the option — we should choose to see what our future holds. After all, we spend much of our time trying to protect ourselves from life's unknowns.

But German and Spanish researchers find most people would rather not know what is to come, whether the imminent circumstances are good or bad.

Scientists at the Berlin-based Max Planck Institute for Human Development and the University of Granada studied more than 2,000 people in Germany and Spain and picked their brains about potential future events. The participants were asked whether they'd like to know the outcome of a soccer game they planned to watch, their future Christmas gifts and whether their marriage would end in divorce.

A majority of people would not want to be aware of future upcoming negative events, researchers discovered. And even for positive events, responders preferred ignorance.

Barely any of those studied — about 1% — always wanted to know what life had in store.

The study's lead author Gerd Gigerenzer said people don't want to know their future "to avoid the suffering and regret that knowing the future may cause and also to maintain the enjoyment of suspense that pleasurable events provide."

Your willingness to peer into the future, the research found, also can tell you a bit about your personality. Those who wished not to know the future, the study found, were "more risk-averse and more frequently buy life and legal insurance than those who want to know the future."

The study also found the closer an event was, the more likely people didn't want to know about it. People who are older, researchers said, weren't as likely to want to know the cause and date of their death or that of a loved one compared to younger people. The only part of the survey in which most people wanted to know the future is when asked whether they'd want to know the future of their unborn child. Only about 37% said they'd rather be in the dark on their baby's gender.

"Not wanting to know appears counterintuitive and may raise eyebrows," Gigerenzer said. "But deliberate ignorance, as we've shown here, doesn't just exist; it is a widespread state of mind."
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Fred went on a hunch. Two other musical references had been mentioned in The Art of Yo. First was Cyndi Lauper. Fred pulled up the first return from Youtube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VdQY7BusJNU

Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flashback, warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after
Sometimes you picture me
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear
What you've said
Then you say, go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting
Time after time
After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows
You're wondering if I'm okay
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
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1.) Morning Star Lake: A.) a bright planet, especially Venus, when visible in the east before sunrise. Symbolised by the Pentagram. B.)The Septuagint renders הֵילֵל in Greek as ἑωσφόρος (heōsphoros), a name, literally "bringer of dawn", for the morning star. The word Lucifer is taken from the Latin Vulgate, which translates הֵילֵל as lucifer, meaning "the morning star, the planet Venus", or, as an adjective, "light-bringing".

2.) Ward Peak: noun: A.) a separate room in a hospital, typically one allocated to a particular type of patient.
"a children's ward" synonyms: room, department, unit, area, wing "the surgical ward" B.) an administrative division of a city or borough that typically elects and is represented by a councilor or councilors. synonyms: district, constituency, division, quarter, zone, parish C.) Verb: archaic; guard; protect.

3.) Olympic Peak: A.)adjective of or relating to the ancient city of Olympia or the Olympic Games. B.) No mortal could visit Mount Olympus. C.) Olympia. A plain of southern Greece in the northwest Peloponnesus. It was a religious center devoted to the worship of Zeus and the site of the ancient Olympic Games. The statue of the Olympian Zeus by Phidias was one of the Seven Wonders of the World. D.) Jesus translates as "Little Zeus".

4.) Twin Peaks: Twin Peaks is an American television serial drama created by Mark Frost and David Lynch. It follows an investigation headed by FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper (Kyle MacLachlan) into the murder of homecoming queen Laura Palmer (Sheryl Lee) in the fictional town of Twin Peaks, Washington. Its pilot episode was broadcast on April 8, 1990 on ABC. Seven more episodes were produced, and the series was renewed for a second season that aired until June 10, 1991.

Twin Peaks explores the gulf between the veneer of small-town respectability and the seedier life beneath. As the series progresses, the inner darkness of characters who initially appeared innocent is revealed, and they are seen to lead double lives. Its unsettling tone and supernatural features are consistent with horror films,

5.) Pluto: Roman god of the underworld, from Latin Pluto, Pluton, from Greek Plouton "god of wealth," literally "wealth, riches," probably originally "overflowing," from PIE *pleu- "to flow" (see pluvial).

6.) Heaven's Gate: Gate to Heaven or/ Heaven's Gate was an American UFO religious millenarian group based in San Diego, California, founded in the early 1970s and led by Marshall Applewhite (1931–1997) and Bonnie Nettles (1927–1985).

7.) Devil's Peak: (in Christian and Jewish belief) the chief evil spirit; Satan. synonyms: Satan, Beelzebub, Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness, the Evil One; informal old Nick.

8.) Hellhole: an oppressive or unbearable place.

9.) Van Vleck: J. H. van Vleck established the fundamentals of the quantum mechanical theory of magnetism and the crystal field theory (chemical bonding in metal complexes). He is regarded as the Father of Modern Magnetism.

During World War II, J. H. van Vleck worked on radar at the MIT Radiation Lab. He was half time at the Radiation Lab and half time on the staff at Harvard. He showed that at about 1.25-centimeter wavelength water molecules in the atmosphere would lead to troublesome absorption and that at 0.5-centimeter wavelength there would be a similar absorption by oxygen molecules. This was to have important consequences not just for military (and civil) radar systems but later for the new science of radio astronomy.

J. H. van Vleck participated in the Manhattan Project. In June 1942, J. Robert Oppenheimer held a summer study for confirming the concept and feasibility of nuclear weapon at the University of California, Berkeley. Eight theoretical scientists, including J. H. van Vleck, attended it. From July to September, the theoretical study group examined and developed the principles of atomic bomb design.

J. H. van Vleck's theoretical work led to establish the Los Alamos Nuclear Weapons Laboratory. He also served on the Los Alamos Review committee in 1943. The committee, established by General Leslie Groves, also consisted of W.K. Lewis of MIT, Chairman; E.L. Rose, of Jones & Lamson; E.B. Wilson of Harvard; and Richard C. Tolman, Vice Chairman of NDRC. The committee's important contribution (originating with Rose) was a reduction in the size of the firing gun for the Little Boy atomic bomb, a concept which eliminated additional design-weight and sped up production of the bomb for its eventual release over Hiroshima. However it was not employed for the Fat Man bomb at Nagasaki, which relied on implosion of a plutonium shell to reach critical mass.

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Angela was pissed, yet again. How could Fred just leave her like this? Not even a phone call? Frustrated, she paced around the house for a bit. Was it hot in here? She shed her sweater and decided to crank the stereo and clean up her house. Besides, she had nothing better to do until Fred got ahold of her again. She cleaned the dishes, did some laundry, sang into the bathroom mirror, snuck in a smoke and gathered the trash together in a bag. On her way to the rubbish bin she remembered what she had read from the link in Fred's sticky note:

"(Um, hey … has that garbage truck come yet? Anybody up for some dumpster diving?)"

She opened the lid and peeked inside on a premonition. The trash stank of rotting meat. On top of the garbage pile was a pizza box. On a hunch, she removed the box and snapped a picture of it with her phone. Whirling on her heel, she marched back to the house, yelling something unintelligible out to the aether. God how she wanted a new place to stay, someplace warm and safe. How long was it since she had seen the sun? She didn't remember exactly. All she knew was she had some spring cleaning to do.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yDy8NDOxjQ

Every soul is sold (This is Rome)
The money not backed by gold (This is Rome)
Loans for your chariots and homes (This is Rome)
The Emperor has no clothes (This is Rome)
Russell Crowe just like me (This is Rome)
Everything a warrior can be (This is Rome)
Me and Jahmen fight the beast (This is Rome)
Joaquin Phoenix in the streets (This is Rome)
Every single motherfucker is confused (This is Rome)
The ugliest piece of ass in the room (This is Rome)
Nobody knows what they gon’ do (This is Rome)
Every talkin’ point is all true (This is Rome)
More conquests for the war chest (Rome)
Everybody wanna be the best (Rome)
Corruption is the path to respect (Rome)
Assassin with a knife to your neck (Rome)
The illusion is too much to bear (Rome)
History falls on deaf ears (Rome)
My ears still ringing from the cheers (Rome)
Till the wheels fall off no fear (Rome)
Prepare for the army to invade (Rome)
The good times are over Germaine (Rome)
Come here you, what is your name? (Rome)
Now they gon’ turn you to a slave (Rome)
Do you not like how I sing? (Rome)
Would you prefer to do your own thing? (Rome)
Come, let us be merry and drink (Rome)
How dare you not kneel, kiss the ring (Rome)
Sabotage through espionage (Rome)
The Black Knight satellite watch (Rome)
Destruction of the enemy is a art (Rome)
There is no more rule of law (Rome)
The Senate will take recess now (Rome)
They’ll walk around bare foot style (Rome)
You whore! Your titties hang out (Rome)
Caesar will have sex with your child (Rome)
Zeus will release the Kraken (Rome)
The revelation seven headed dragon (Rome)
You du-dun du-dun niggas still rappin’? (Rome)
You motherfuckers won’t know what happened (Rome)
Apophis gonna smash into the moon (Rome)
The Vatican City is doomed (Rome)
Romulus howl at the moon (Rome)
The Antichrist rise from the tomb (Rome)
Blood will flood through the valleys (Rome)
The hounds of Hell will be happy (Rome)
Peace to Black Rob, holler at me (Rome)
I speak the truth they still attack me (Rome)
Yo I don’t even care no more (More)
They don’t want peace they want war (War)
Nostradamus crystal ball (Ball)
Says the rich will perish with the poor (Poor)
Now it’s too late to repent (Rome)
The Holy Spirit has no more strength (Rome)
The General is drunk in his tent (Rome)
Surrounded by homosexual men (Rome)
Everybody needs gas masks to breathe (Breathe)
Plagued by sickness and disease (Disease)
The elite scream, “Run away and leave!” (Leave)
We have no more leaders to lead (Rome)
We brought this upon ourselves (Selves)
We got caught up in the spells (Spells)
For whom the bell tolls don’t tell (Rome)
We traded our Heaven for Hell (Rome)
We failed to stop chemtrails (Rome)
The worldwide hunk of death mail (Rome)
We cared too much about our bills (Rome)
And we never communicated well (Rome)
Now we gon’ get what we deserve (Deserve)
We turned our backs on God’s word (Word)
You are too cynical to learn (Learn)
I cried out till my throat burned (Burned)
God will not clean up your mess (Rome)
You humans are so quick to forget (Rome)
All you have now is regret (Rome)
You figure out what to do next (Rome)
It was written that this happened before (Rome)
Every cycle of the black star (Rome)
Time flies, life dies (Rome)
Then the Phoenix will rise and that’s all (Rome)

[Verse 2: Pyrit]
It’s like I just woke up in (Rome)
Everything around me say this country is (Rome)
You bring it back to gold standard like this is (Rome)
And forces kill you right in the street like this is (Rome)
And now we got women catchin’ plague like (Rome)
Armies killin’ people for religion like (Rome)
Fuckin’ politicians touchin’ kids like (Rome)
Police come get you right where you live like (Rome)
Horses and chariots (Rome)Dues this is scary (Rome)
Gladiators in the streets battle to the death (Rome)
We all carryin’ (Chrome), turn you to (Chrome)
Leave you where you stand let another man clean the mess (This is Rome)
The gods wage wars in the sky (This is Rome)
The men on the ground with the pestilence and flies (This is Rome)
The plague is in the water supplies (This is Rome)
Find concubines pourin’ wines (This is Rome)
It’s time that the great beast dies (This is Rome)
Welcome to the feast you swines (This is Rome)
Entrance has made you mines (This is Rome)
Now you'll all exit my bowels at the same time (This is Rome)
We ain’t time travelin’, we talkin’ ‘bout the time we livin’ in
This modern roaming empire underneath Caligula
Close your eyes envision it
You can see imperial police in the streets beatin’ pleebs out their innocence
Welcome citizen, you can pay your penance to the Emperor now or get put with the prisoners
Are you listenin’?
Do what you are told or what you are told will be done to you, simple wisdom it
City sprawlin’ with soldiers on war horses
With chest armor armed forces for official employers
Roman source patrol off on the dogs roaming remorseless
‘Cause job shortage makes some rob to recoup losses
Full equipped with gods on high cliffs
Bombs from drone ships, it’s lightning from Zeus’ fist
18 A-list VIP as it gets
‘Cause pirate computer mix worth a trillion bits
2016, rulers with big dreams
One world, one Roman government, one currency
One slave populace from one goddess' ovaries
One love motherfucker and it ain’t for you or me
Totalitarian, barbarian
Motherfucker this is Rome say the name again
You got a favorite sin? Go commit it then
Livin’ ain’t safe in Rome, but we don’t give a shit (This is Rome)
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Fred had to leave the house. He needed a coffee and fresh air. He decided he would head down to the local Starbucks for a mocha. After paying the barista he stepped out into the cool air reaching for his pack of smokes. He was about to light up when a little girl who was clutching a book approached him. He put his cigarette away as she began to speak.

"Hey mister. Can I read you something?" the little angel spoke.

Eyebrows raising Fred mused "Sure."

She proceed to look down to the book in her hands. It had an image of a girl holding up her finger over her lips, obviously indicating secrets. The other hand was at her side, it was holding the hand of the girl's reflection in the mirror she was standing in front of. Fred noticed the title before the angel flipped the book over to the back cover. It read: "Scarlet & Ivy" by Sophie Cleverly

The little angel's voice softly spoke,

"I pray that you are reading this. And if you are, well, I suppose you're the new me....
You must keep this a secret from everyone. Its just acting, like we always said we would do. Only you'll be playing my part. Don't pay too much attention in class. Don't wear your uniform too neatly. Stay away from Penny. Don't get on the wrong side of the Fox... You don't know what she's capable of. Don't be as shy as you usually are - just look in the mirror. Remember you're trying to be me. And, Ivy, I give you full permission to read my diary - in fact, you MUST"

The angel looked up from from her book beaming at Fred. Her mother called to her and told her to stop bothering other people and apologized to Fred for her daughter pestering him.

Fred dismissed the mothers worries with a smile.

http://picosong.com/Gsmt

Hot mic.

Feb. 11th, 2017 08:43 am
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While Angela was busy making calls and putting the rest of her life back together, Fred was occupied with his thoughts and the data streaming through the network. There was so much to consider and so little time. He had gathered enough of his memories to establish a timeline of events but much of his memory was still disjointed. Grabbing a pen and paper he made a list. He had a lot of homework to do if he was going to pull it all together.

Much of his life, he remembered, was centered around synchronicities. Things that were seemingly impossible had always manifested around him. It was just something he was used to. He noticed it early on in his life. Starting with being able to predict when phone calls would be incoming. More than half the time he made those predictions, he would also predict the caller. That was in the days of landlines, so trying to rationalize it as somehow picking up a wireless signal in the brain seemed unlikely - as if a brain "reading" wireless signals wasn't unlikely enough. As a kid it was just a game to him but throughout his teenage years he began realizing that it was something more. Something higher.

He was waiting for a call as he began jotting his list down. Angela was also making a list but hers was a mental one. With Fred's presence and encouragement, she had become rejuvenated, possibly inspired and she was now on a literal warpath. Although Fred had an idea what she was on about, it was still much of a mystery as to what she was up to, despite his repeated questioning. Instead of butting heads with her, he left her to her own devices. Although he didn't recall everything, he knew she could stand on her own two feet now. Even now, she was in the kitchen, on the phone, tracking down some bastards that had been on her list. Fred eavesdropped a bit trying to asses the situation.

"I don't give a shit!" she lashed. "The neighbors are piggybacking my net and I refuse to pay extra for something THEY did! Did I mention that they play with that damn karaoke machine almost every night? Last night they had it on and I could overhear every damn thing they were talking about. They are making up lies and rumors! Saying shit about me that isn't even true! They were talking shit about my friends and family even! Can you believe they said my yard looked like crap and that I don't mow often enough?!? she marched to the back of the kitchen, opened the sliding glass door, stepped out onto the porch and rammed the glass door closed behind her. Even at the back of the house, through the glass, Fred heard her berating the poor soul on the other side of the cellphone. Although it wasn't really funny, Fred chuckled as he opened another tab on the browser.

He was on a NASA network looking for a few leads. He booted a spiderbot and sent it crawling through the network. Did he just hear her make a couple of death threats? Probably. He wasn't too surprised either. From what he had gathered in the last few weeks staying with her, she had been dealing with a lot of negativity; not only from her family and friends but now some noisy neighbors. He figured the death threats were just spat in anger or frustration but with a name like Fray, he wasn't too sure if she was serious or not. For the sake of all, he hoped those neighbors would keep that karaoke machine off before Jerry Springer showed up to catch all the action.

The spiderbot was running smoothly, yet slow. For the meanwhile Fred occupied his time surveying a secret Naval server located in Ramstein, Germany. He had found part of what he was looking for, what he needed. It was a spreadsheet of "Non-terrestrial officers". He took a screenshot. Just then his phone rang.

"You seemed to have neglected our arrangement" the female voice stated.

"Oh yeah? And what arrangement is that?" Fred inquired.

"The one where I shoot you and you fall down. Dead." she quipped.

That was enough to have Fred stop everything he had been doing.

"Excuse me?" he sputtered, slightly shocked.

"Don't play coy or innocent with me. We know. We know you escaped, we know you returned and we know where you are. You need to check in, or your gonna check out. You have want we want and we are going to get it one way or another. It is best if you just come in quietly or the repercussions will reverberate - LOUDLY. You have three days to get your things in order. I'll be sending for you then." CLICK.

Fred stared at the phone for a moment before turning it off. Backtracking the number was useless, it was blocked. He glazed over, looked at his screen awhile.

"Who the hell was that?" he pondered.

Out on the back deck, through the glass, Fred heard Angela raging:

"...and if they don't cut it out, Ima kill every last one of them".

Time Stamp (3rd Party Reverberation) Song# +0.01 Present
[Below: Published on Feb 10, 2017]
RIP Rumblestick https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sKINICiU3pw
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Time Stamp (3rd party) Song# 0.02 Circa: 2002/2003

written by G.W. a.k.a. Canibus
see: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cVqHtwaIQ_U

Uh, I don’t understand how a writer would ever get writer’s block, so-called. My problem is having too much, and being unable to get it down

Yo, why is the Ripper so ill?
That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal
He said "One of these days, all eyes would be on me
When they look up in the sky and see the neon C"
Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased
In glass with an ion beam for longevity
For more than ten centuries, impressions and memories
The first time machine inventor will mention me
Canibus was a visionary indeed
He believed light could travel in multiples of C
The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries
Of Klein Kaluza with two blue metric rulers
Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen Jay Gould was cooler
And he never liked to propagate rumors
Smoked Canary Island cigars
Liked American luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads
He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize
About rhymes while he was pruning his bonsai
He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time
But he would never take it out his archives
He wrote two songs per day
And was constantly experimenting with his wordplay
In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky Survey
He got an F but he deserved an A
I followed his career from the first day
It seemed a lack of support contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He was spinning out of control like a Class 5 hurricane
He said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same
Especially when there's nothing to gain
He was the illest alive but nobody would face it
He spit until his tongue was too torched to taste it
Privately funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations
To extract the information
They found it utterly amazing
They claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting
Never mattered to him that art galleries hated him
Cause Thomas Kinkade called and said he would take 10
Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language
With sound but without shape or signature
Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS
In a fire-proof pod, he thought it was odd
Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock
He apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's
We were in total awe, cause it blew our minds
So many rhymes that were intricately designed
He was Poet Laureate of his time
And if you don't mind, I'd like to share some of his rhymes
Alone in my room, looking through the 32X telescope zoom
Adjusting the focus of the moon
One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume
Is nothing more then a subjective conclusion
What is the maximum field rate application?
The runaway glaciation surrounding the ocean basin
Affects the population fluctuation
On a continuous basis but that's just the basics
The juxtaposition of Canibus' position
The precision of something no other has written
Way above and beyond what was intended
The unparalleled malleable enunciation of a sentence
You didn't go to college obviously
I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology
A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds
When the brain orders the body not to breathe
Your competency is not up to speed, you're not in my league
You couldn't possibly be hotter then me
Or oppositely your minus 25 degrees, you'd squeeze
But the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze
Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please
My intellectual properties are about the size of Greece
Your counselor advised you not to speak
My counselor advised me to keep rhyming until they stopped the beat
In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better"
Even though it sort of irked me
He said he didn't understand the process of the imagination
But he felt he was at its mercy
Which explains my point perfectly and certainly reinforces
The reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me
Couldn't understand what I mean by ill
Unless you try to translate what I print to film
This is the line of will, the circle of time
The cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 line
Academic phonetics render critics tongue-tied
I've personified dry humor of cum laude alumni
A wise man sees failure as progress
A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic
And loses his soul in the process
Obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content
My style is masterful, multilateral
I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel
Words of scorn are a disastrous tool
From an existentialist's view I'm a better rapper than you
Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2
My attitude is fucked up but admirable
Different methods interpreted into different forms
From entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms
Not just spittin' a poem, there’s much more involved
There's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve
48 orders of mechanical laws
And rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars
Maybe I am self-absorbed
But that's the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R
Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was
Permitting you heard of Beezlebub
A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club
With the DJ doing the needle rub
Chances are you'll never see me son
Yeah I know my name's Canibus but I can't help you if you need a dub
I came to holla at some big booty bitches
And listen to the speakers thump, where you get conceited from?
I'm so nice on the mic, they want to beat me up
Its deep as fuck, I ain't seen it all but I've seen enough
Really unbelievable stuff
There's a lot of times when I want to speak but I'm stuck
I should leave this rap shit alone
And kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home
My imagination is my own
The liberty to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone
With a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enneagram
And become "Cani-millenia man"
Engrave my back with the emperor's stamp
Been spitting scientific rap since the 17th century began
Trying to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam
And the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang
Every warrior has an axe to bury
But he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary
I said to myself, "Germaine, this is insane
It's suicide its controlled flight into terrain"
I fought to regain control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flames
And got banned from the hip-hop hall of fame
For two bars I kept hearing in my head
Over and over again, it cost me everything
I'm convinced now that more than the truth is at stake
Where people create language that pretends to communicate
Euphemisms are misunderstood as mistakes
But its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make
From an extroverted point of view I think its too late
Hip Hop has never been the same since '88
Since it became a lucrative profession
There's a misconception that a movement in any direction is progression
Even though the potency of it lessens
Big money industries writing checks to suppress the question
And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store
Ever since the confluence of Moore's Law
But I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr
His son Aage, Edward Lawrence, and Leo Szilard
Lyrically I take rap music and turn the knob
To the right full throttle and added panache
Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?
That's like me telling myself, "Don't tell me what to do"
Dialysis and analyses of battle MC's
Sometimes I say things I myself can't believe
My lyrical is so skillfully elliptical
I can understand how it makes you miserable
You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me
Or why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy
You wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keys
"Canibus why don't you speak to me?"
Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me
That's why I said it so vehemently
You need to replace the hate with respect
I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate

[Outro — James Dickey sample]
Generally I take… I go with the given, you know, with what comes ta me over, the celestial wireless… Whenever it comes. You’re lucky when you get it

Blunderland

Feb. 8th, 2017 04:57 pm
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It had only been two months and already things were taking shape. For the most part, Fred understood what had happened to him. It was just a few lapses in memory that plagued his conscious. He had stumbled out of some military experiment and then blindly stumbled right back into it... only this time, this time he was aware of it.

Angela had been very accommodating to his basic needs. Food, water, shelter, toilet and shower. Oh and hot water... hot water was a godsend. She had filled him in the best she could. Although her condition was fragile at best, his presence was reassuring to her and hers to his. And over the course of time Fred noticed marked improvements in Angela's mental stability. Her face was less in a state of bewilderment than it was in a state of present-tense. Fred had listened intently as she spout off her recent life shenanigans. If he ever loved her in a past life, he was unsure. He was sure that within the span of eight weeks it was nearly impossible not to love her. She was a true sweetheart. She was accepting and gracious. She was kind and fierce all at once. She was so innocent and yet simultaneously guilty. Guilty of what? He was unsure but he knew she had blood on those hands and stains on her soul. He felt for her as he did for any child. Love. Unconditionally. He knew she was trying... and that is all that mattered. She had the desire to change for the better. That was all it took.

Unfortunately the living situation was rather cramped. This occasionally lead to a few spats but nothing so serious as to create a permanent friction. Fred was glad he had jotted his password to his interface underneath his laptop... actually a dumb move but not in this particular instance. It was the only way he could access his network, more importantly his memories. He didn't know who had updated the network browsers with a feature that remembered passwords and usernames... but he thanked God they had. Otherwise he'd of never gained access.

The bookmarks where enough to get his head jumpstarted. Topics of all sorts, leads, contacts, notes, and numbers. All of them a bread trail leading through the woods. The only question on his mind was which way to go? One way might lead him out of the woods, the other only deeper into the thickets. It came down to a matter of intuition. It only took him two days to pick up where he had left off before the... "incident". Within 48 hours of reclaiming his laptop he had backtracked and hacked those who had "hacked" him. He had an open backdoor within a few swipes of the keys. They were not aware of him at first. Not until he had intentionally made his presence known. He knew that'd send their computations into "anomaly" mode. Hacking the military is no quaint matter. Especially when society had labeled you a "nobody", a "drop out". Hacking the military and not being arrested? That was a trait that legends are made of.

He scrolled through the network. The overview of the systems codes and security seemed standard and easy enough to manage... in fact he remembered he had done similar work for years... except this network was different. It was a multilateral effort and designed concisely. Between finite field computations, digital signatures schemes, mobile agent security and public key cryptography, he realised the depths of the servers capabilities. Nothing much really. Standard data actually. But Fred knew that's why he was here, in this moment. The probability generators had it all mapped out... except for him. He was a paradoxical anomaly that all the eggheads had been waiting on. The probability that wasn't computed. The probability that was NOT PROBABLE.

The more he tried to think of his motive or his intent, the more he kept drawing blanks. There was no preordained plan. It just was what it is.

"How odd" he thought.
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The ward proved to be a non-secure facility. All his preconceived notions of escape for naught. It was just a matter of walking out the door. Getting to his vehicle, he experiences a sense of relief... a sense familiarity and comfort. He does love driving. He does remember that.

He drove for a long while, the radio silent.

Somewhere from a dream, or from a memory of some film, he heard

"There is no escape"

For some reason he thought of a white rabbit.
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All they speak has already been spoken
and no matter what channel, the radio seems broken.

You got a drummer, a guitarist, a bassist and a singer
posing like a band but more like left-wingers.

Pulpit-eers on a track preaching apostasy
leaves a bad taste in my brain, need a new recipe.

Acting like a band in this musical panorama
but the more I listen all I can hear is propaganda.

Regurgitating a script from within the conspiracy-
I take it all in.... and heckle the parody.
There you are pretending to be musicians
leading your fans into social indecisions.
And proselytizing for false religion,
herding them into moral contradictions.

Perpetuating as a band but more like right-wingers.
With tendencies for evangelizing for the Light Bringer!

Lock & Load. Time to Kill the Pop-Radio!
Don't want to hear it nomore!

From San Francisco to Portugal.

(Lock & Load) Time to kill the Pop-Radio

From Moscow to Mexico:

(Lock & Load) Time to kill the Pop-Radio

From Glasgow to Tokyo:

(Lock & Load) Time to kill the Pop-Radio
Don't want to hear it nomore!

(written 01/01/2017)
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2017 Proved to be a right of passage. The Golden Dimensionals notwithstanding.

Through trials and tribulations, not to mention a few bruises and a dislocated toe, this man has come through a paradoxical state of time loops into a new state of consciousness. A consciousness concerning the nature of what "is". Yet pushing the boundaries of what "is" proves the sum of reality even more unfathomable than what "was'.

Somehow this is not discouraging; despite fears for ones own safety, this only stirs the depths of one's nature and re enforces concepts of previously disregarded notions of synchronicities and a divine cosmos.

Although the machinations of men are always disconcerting when contemplating a zen like wake of passage, this one finds solace in knowing that no matter a persons status or background, those with acute minds and hearts unfrozen, are all still searching for the same purpose of meaning. We are all lost children in the world inherited. Constantly, we are observing the horizon in a zeal soaked faith of what mysteries tomorrow shall bring. Enlightenment as it taught in the far East.

Even though it is a light this one seeks, I seek not the bearer of such a light. I search for the source of all light; not one who might carry or imitate it.

The Source.

Through this one's eyes, the quagmire of sparks and flits of light cast many shadows. For what good is light without the dark? What would dark conceal without the light?

It is here that one overstands the nature of the game. For it is a game, is it not? A perpetual dance of electrons and protons, in constant opposition to effect not only change, but balance? One did not understand a famous line from a famous religious text for several decades:

"Love thy Enemy".

Now one begins to love not just illumination, one begins to love the other 180 degrees of separation. Seeing the whole as a grand clockwork of perfectly timed precision. All energies of the aether are sacred in their geometry. Either in the multiverse or the innerverse (soul). So to you: I salute. Both you of dark & light. Salute.

Hark! A third eye has risen.

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