The Real Deal

Always keep your heart locked tight

31 December 2018, 10:28pm; This honestly wasn’t even part of my intended line up at all, but it’s come up in my headphones and I’m like “WTF? THIS! POST! DO THE THING!” And heads up, this song is almost 10 minutes long. So…? You can just read the lyrics instead I guess. I feel stuff… This makes me feel stuff… It’s really hard being this… I dunno… sensitive… To effing everything around me.

Cog – Problem, Reaction, Solution

Through my heart

As I watched those buildings fall
Saw the writing on the wall
In the underground the prophets spoke of triggers for a war
They’d been leaking out a plan
A new world order, understand?
And I stood there feeling like someone had planned it years before

Eerie theory, fact or theory
I see the game they’re playing way down town, open ground
Feeling like it’s going to bring you down

Through my heart 

Lucitania had to go
Stage was set to start the show
And I heard the sound of Alice chasing rabbits down a hole
Gulf of Tonkin, Vietnam
Yes Franklin knew about Japan
And they’re laughing as they use us all to build they’re Babylon

Eerie theory, fact or theory
I see the game they’re playing way downtown, open ground
Feeling like it’s going to bring you down

They use us, they use us all
Laughing as we fall 

Killing our heroes

My home town’s breaking down
But I’m holding out
All that’s certain – I am still alive

People!
Stand out!
Stand out!
Alright!
Eeyay!

What’s left when we look around?
What’s left when we’re looking,
the pot and the cook, the people, the violence, the more that you look around

(Do not follow if you can, When they lead us to violence)

What’s left when we look around?
I stood back and observed the crowd
I saw voodoo and violence down to a science
Gurus and mind control

My home town’s breaking down
But I’m holding out
All that’s certain – I am still alive

(Babylon,
the movies on,
oh what a con,
King Solomon,
And Babylon is here again,
the movies on,
this neo-con tapestry,
The sun and moon,
A pentagram monastery)

At the end of the day I know,
That we work all our lives to pay for a cage they own
It ain’t no coincidence that the whole world is caught in an endless debt
At the end of the day I know
That we work all our lives to pay for a cage they own

The violence,
Illusion they’re using to rule us, building their Babylon


FB_IMG_1445416475938.jpg10:38 pm; My lips are a tight line, because there is no hope except to forget.  Well, not forget. It is necessary to remember in order to learn lessons. But I am torn, like usual. Like… it’s okay. I know I will be okay,  always am. Shit always works in my favour, remember? But I wanted to give that luck or fortune to others… But more and more it just keeps screwing everything over.

Lady Luck is displeased and has just ass raping everything in my life so pure dysfunction. Like WTF?! Tyche, you were supposed to be working for me! Bitch please, I don’t care what happened to Psyche. You fucking off like that to get your revenge leaves me with nothing. Just a mere operating system, an auto pilot program for the running of my body without any supervision.

Oh, and if you are so interested, I also recommend following the above song with another Cog song, The Spine.

There is approximately just over an hour before new years… I hope everyone has a decent new year and that your dreams and desires come true, and that you receive the blessings that you truly deserve.

I did a tarot forecast spread for myself and January seems to be looking good, but then it is looking not so pleasant for the rest of the year… And… I hope I am misinterpreting it because … They’re just symbols and motifs. They can represent anything to different people.

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The upcoming year is going to be one of profound change, where all the little seeds that were planted are yoing to ne seem afts well and capably, they’re right.

OMG I CAN’T SPELL WHAT THE FECK I HAVE TO KEEP GOING BACK AND FIXING MY ERRORS, BUT I KEEP TYPING THE SAME OR NEW ERRORS…. I am so exhausted.

I wish there was an online copy of Barbie’s Cradle ‘It’s dark and I am lonely’ so I could share that song. Hmph. My toes are tingling… they hurt… effing sugars. Fucdge you.

 

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