1X1 ch.2

Through the annals of history, missing puzzle pieces. She stared at the computer screen for hours. Scanning the massive databases to try to find the true history. Looking far back into the dawn of the 21st century, the brand new millennium. From her space station she stared out of the window into the darkness, feeling the loneliness that outer space brings. History. Searching for the records that will tell her who these people were. The pillar of music that would be passed down throughout the ages, lost into myths and secrets. The ultimate riddle? Passed from generation to generation, a story set while the world was crumbling into itself during the fall of the American Empire, passed on as the American Dream had died. She had seen the history. She knew the tales. She was keen to the riddles. But who was behind the 1X1 theory?

One by One, they all fell, as empires always do. Brick by brick, the building came down. one by one
They said follow or fall-over.
Out of the rubble and war torn decay that had been the slow demise of rock and roll, a new center of gravity had emerged. Waking many from their long slumber.
And the metal somehow perseveres. It always will. The wars waged on for centuries. Kings lived and died at the hands of the Rock and the Metal. Soft pop death. Fantasies on life support. Death comes quickly for the righteous. Bone fused alloys, unable to kill. Your copper noose is a guillotine for the weak. All while someones guitar gently weeps. They bred similar studies for years. No results have ever resulted in any resolutions.
We've scoured this planet for some frequency, it's coming from deep space. Lock on, transmissions echoing through time. Captain, have you locked on to anything?
Something...
Something...
Something deep...
And from the broken rubble, out of the deep mud banks, the hardest of places to spot it. In the depths of the darkest spots of Utah emerges the essence of the flame. The bricks aren't to be used to rebuild the shattered past. Rock and Metal, blood and sweat have poured into this. The crumbled pieces will be used to destroy you. One by One.

Travis with the sporadic, manic, tribal pounding and thumping to the rhythm of the evolving earth.
Brandon sending tremors, moving and shaking the ground, the faultlines. Rattling thunder in the missing pieces, growling to the core of the evolving earth.
Nate sending high frequencies through the air, harmonizing with the enigmatic melodies of the wind. Striking the chords of the evolving earth.

She was slowly drifting back into reality

Was this right? What was it all, there was meaning. The puzzle pieces fit, but how? My riddle is presented.

I took the 14th step into the space jam, I felt the fly paper on my skin, this aenigma was spiraling out of control. Was I the next victim? This lone primetime cowboy. Sweet nothings from the cleo keep the odio away. The tea bag was the little brother of Charles Bronson, who turned skive when I was a junkie with a monkey. That was stopped by the skunk attack which started the battle. At this point, I took the 15th step... math rock or speed metal? Neither, she was known as the no snag bottom bouncer. The flaming chunk is coming but this giant double cheese burger has fucking dog hair in it. The onion peeled apart, but I could never find the carb. The aunomilly attracts anomalous visions.


So, was this the answer, or just another question? The riddles lived on, the puzzle persists, exists, and you await your own destiny.
piece by piece.
One by One

Everytime I hear that song, it puts a smile on my face. Brings me back to good friends and times that money can't replace.

Profit margins running low
Economic struggles to grow
Hurting the bottom line
Increase suburban crime
Shape up or ship out
There's always another war
We will take you with us

Living out a dream it seems
Dead on the pot, Elvis Esteem
Plucked from my eyeball hair
The last of us to bear
To swear on incognations
Turn the station to degradation
Eat stomach acid swallowed

in your halo and the makeup you've used to cover up your scars makes it hard to tell you apart from this crowd of clones. I never chose to join the mainstream joke. Mainstream Joke. Fuck your Joke.
I'm so glad that you found me mixed in with the other conformity selecting tracks to give facts and if you gave a fuck you would know what I just said was all bullshit. You and your bullshit, a mainstream joke.
Dominating lunatics, when they wanted our minds, our phones transmitting thoughts in space that made my thinking expand in a direction that made me forget to back translate into my language my brain aches for.
Call unto me when you need me
If you need her, it's not my phone





PUZZLES OF THE MIND

What the fuck is wrong with you people?

I don't like potato salad. It is gross.

Why is it that everybody I tell this to has to argue with me?

"Oh, well that's just because you haven't tried my grandma's potato salad. I'll get you some."

"You don't like potato salad? Well you should try my aunt Jane's recipe, it tastes soooo good."


Fuck you guys! I don't like potato salad, and no matter how many different "recipes" your grandma makes, I still will not eat your potato salad. End of argument.


Have fun, we'll talk later.

It was 4 hours past midnight... and I needed another beer

I looked around at the bodies around me. Alright, which one of you assholes has some money for me. I see my target, jumped the railing and with one fatal swoop of my hand, like a hammer, the guy's eyes exploded and his body fell to the floor. I stood over him as the place fell silent. I grabbed at his pocket and retrieved his wallet. Sixty eight dollars in cash, a credit card with a $5000 spending limit, a debit card... pin number... 4589. Account balance $18,425.72.

Good catch. I could smell the evil of defecated money burning in his very veins... You scum... You wealthy scum.
I heard a small gasp behind me, the people are starting to come to and realize what they just witnessed. I jumped through the full size french window from the second floor, landed squarely, and was camouflaged into the night from thence forth.

And yet, I feel I might have forgotten the beer.



It's a hard task to try to convey a story told in a different language. You leave them right at the start with too many questions that need answers. But what is significant? How do you make some things front page news worthy, and some things left in the dust to rot?
Checking in with my latest insight counselor, I find he is drab and paints a fine picture of me.

Precision Lasers. The quest to slice my eye open.


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Sudoku Mother Fuckers

they're watching

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080711/ap_on_go_pr_wh/terrorist_surveillance_48

the two faced world

FISA Amendments Act of 2008 (retroactive immunity for phone companies allowing government officials to illegally wiretap our phones)

* 2008-06-20: Passed the U.S. House of Representatives, by a 293 to 129 vote.

* 2008-06-26: A Senate vote was delayed by a filibuster spearheaded by Senators Russ Feingold and Chris Dodd. Feingold said the bill threatened civil liberties in the United States. Dodd has said granting retroactive immunity would undermine the rule of law.

* 2008-07-09: Dodd's amendment calling for a striking of Title II (the immunity provisions) was rejected 66 to 32. The bill itself was then put to a vote and passed 69 to 28.

* 2008-07-10: President George W. Bush signed the bill into law.



They called it a senate surrendering to the president. How? How, in today's world, when two of the senators are making plans to soon be president, how does the democratic congress bow to the pressures of George Bush, and give the fucker more power to spy on us. 69-28, the senate gave Bush exactly what he wanted. Obama doesn't say one word and votes in favor of the government's right to wiretap at will. No oversight. Ugh.

How fucked. There really is no hope for anything at this point. The government will never be that glimmer of hope so many people wish it to be. There is no conscience, just governance.

Money. I need to start stashing it. Different countries denominations and everything. Like I'm fucking Jason Bourne or something. I'd have hidden stashes. So when shit starts to implode, At least I will have some cold hard green in my hand. Not in any corporate owned bank entity. Cash in hand. Euros in hand. Pesos in hand.

I'm not telling you where I will put it though.


Suck on this FISA with whipped cream

But I forgot my pen. Shit in the bed again... typical

This world is so sporadic, it's almost addicting. Bedsores and yet more.

Look at the devastation of these recent catastrophic events that seem to keep piling on. Is global warming to blame? NO!
There is just too many people. People spread apart. People choose to settle and live in target zones. Us, the human race, drifting further away from the herd mentality. Not to mention the more cameras, the more drama. So anyone can be a fucking journalist. Just watch current tv. (the channel) Disasters galore. Inhumanity everywhere. Oooohhh god please help us all. Get this on camera, the world needs to know, man!
GODDAMN HIPPY CHANNEL
ahaha
This could get interesting.

Soon these natural disasters will become a game, as the planet starts competing globally for food, energy, air, etc. etc.
America will celebrate when China gets hit with a massive typhoon.
Europe will rejoice as wildfires tear through America's heartland.
Wars will be fought with the guidance of Mother Nature. As it was with the Mayans, plus countless astrologers and star gazers. They looked towards the stars for gods to help them and send them to war. Now, it's a lot more local. A drought through South America may cause them to invade Africa. Russia will battle the middle east over who has the worse land, as always. Australians would be those snaky little pirates of the globe. Dingo Ships! Hit the Deck!

I don't know what matters to you, but it doesn't matter to me anyways. Sifting through dark matter on this mission. No rest for the weak. ouT FuckinG Rageous
somebody's a liar, whoever said freedom is free

So, interesting conundrum.
When you were a kid.
Mt. Rushmore, to think of how huge these people were that mountains were carved in their honor. Washington, wild. He had no political aspirations. Just the Great Commander in the wars we fought with British and Indians. People came to him in flocks though. He had America like Hitler had Germany, he had absolute unquestioned power, and it scared the shit out of him. They wanted him to be king, they begged for him to be king.

Coddling to the masses. That's today's world. Will there ever be a president dumb enough to try to make it to Mt. Rushmore? All the presidents there were dead when it was made. Washington, Lincoln, Jefferson, Roosevelt. To have the balls to pretend a president deserves to be honored like this. That's deity worship. This is the type of art that needs to be sabotaged. The Lincoln Memorial, The Washington Penis, I mean Monument. Which leader was the largest?

Like any of them would have wanted to be placed above all else as statues and memorials, and schools and bullshit are named after them. Anglo-Saxons don't know any better though. It's rule or be ruled. The leader and the dominated. Kings, vassals.



MURDERFACE MURDERFACE MURDERFACE

I know, I'm such an Obama whore

The bus is in the ditch.