This is for all those newly birthed stars, That hung so blue and cold— Above their shit and piss.
May you glow for aeons, High and bright— May we colonize your planets When they come.
This is for the memories on the wall, The statistic of ballistics.
May you find peace in your next journey.
This is for the ones who came in by accident, And left by the same. May you be wrapped in snakeskin, So that we can shed our linen lace.
May in the next life you find More dollar bills in your pocket, and less of them up your nose.
You fools pulled the trigger too soon, And how blessed am I? My soul could not spark to bare my finger depressing the cold steel, the hormones depressing the warm matter—
You knew what we on the /cons and /chans knew— At the ides of March, You saw what we saw and you folded— The bloom of truth is blossoming!
MsM is breaking, documents are leaking, Yeadon/Rogan/Malone/McCullough/et al Are going nuclear— And globally!
So rest easy in peace. You can’t turn back the clock, So don’t come back To haunt us.
The real NEW world order begins When the old world ends—
And the last throes, The true heroes— Are being born and Forged by funeral pyres Bit by bit—NOW Pixel by pixel—-NOW
Asymmetric warfare to instate a global peace at the hands of a one-world government? We say NO! The only thing that stands between us and global peace is YOU!
My buddy’s roomates found him dead this week in his bedroom.
Doing unknown doses/potencies of Fentanyl doesn’t mix well with life. I think he just got to the point where he didn’t give a fuck.