• BREAKING NEWS : Vladimir Putin Sent Killer Klowns To Hypnotise Hillary

    From LowRider44M@1:229/2 to All on Saturday, August 19, 2017 16:20:34
    From: intraphase@gmail.com

    Famous Mass Hysteria
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass_hysteria

    Russian Inspired Killer Clown Invasion https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2016_clown_sightings

    Ziggy Stardust
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLYafk0Lui0

    Bowie & The Nazis... ( Was WEIRD Adolph & GILLY Jesus.. OH My! ) http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-4800164/David-Bowie-slept-13-year-olds-engaged-orgies.html

    "Hanging with Glenn Hughes in Los Angeles who was recording with the English rock group, Deep Purple, they became coke addicts together but Glen left the room when Bowie became self-righteous and swallowed up into the narcissism of Hitler.

    'He didn't want to be him, but he was fascinated by the Nazi Movement,' Glen told Bryan Jones.

    'You go into a trance on cocaine, and he would just watch reels and reels of film about the Nazis. He never did the arm-lifting thing, he was just fascinated'."


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    Titans Pass

    Sleeping on a dark red leather couch
    Under a starless sky
    I see points of light move inward
    Broken dreamers lining up ready to die
    Strangers are standing alone are waiting
    Very close to me nearby
    Hoping to be a somewhere, that holds fast
    After the three titans pass
    They become lights upon a stair
    I hope they are standing still
    After the whens become aware
    One Pilot Per Ship
    The Builder's Creed
    This game of mystery, as all ways,
    Is the only way, to play fair
    Some players are automated, some parts can't be spared
    Some are so artistic pulled to rescued by centuries long hair
    Little angels without conscience or fences
    Sometimes trapped in their private world's lairs
    They ride to the diamond mountains
    Horse nor hounds ever make a sound
    Exhausted by silence
    Tossing blueprint schemas, onto the sacred ground
    Sometimes a golden paradise
    Sometimes cacophonies of despair
    But ah,
    A mighty mid nite edifice,
    Once rose magestically up into the air
    Two thousand handcrafted stories,
    A rainbow's end of spiked triple crowns
    Slowly the ground started shaking
    The flaws pulled the tower down
    There's still some consolation prizes
    Hidden lights within the builders dare
    Freedom comes and goes here
    In the rhythums of the ocean's air
    You know,
    Your mother was here yesterday
    She tried to pin about three million souls on me
    She doesn't realize, I'm a diamond mountain
    That becomes a river running to the seas
    Your brother came later on his life boat
    To see if any lights were freed
    He stepped into the darkness
    He still doesn't yield the Almighty's plan to see
    He chastened your mother's followers
    "Your just a bunch of killers with shiny cuffs for hands."
    I was satisfied by his honesty
    I told the everyones and anyones
    I told the someones and no ones too
    If you get to close to my bridges
    I'll kill everyone of you, including your mother's life boat fool
    Go back to your little world
    Built of lies and home made bricks
    The Great Oceans songs of truth
    Shall always make you sick
    I gave the captain time to stow his divine cargo
    He rang his bell, shut the book and doused the wick
    "Its a game in oh so many ways,
    But... just as deadly all the same.
    Each articulations double meaning
    Creates the downpour's, cavalcade of names."
    A fair toll, I surmised, and conjured a just reply:
    "Maps do last a while,
    Leading to heavens where there is balance
    between the virtuous and sin
    Untold nameless numbers play the game
    To feed the Great Ship's golden winds
    If the ships keep moving, though smaller boats collide
    Legions of true knights are formed by battling their own pride"
    The pilot lit his pipe, the new souls stored safely out of sight
    "My golden ship retreats through the passages of fright
    To let them fight through the night as the ancient does
    Still now, and, Oh so very long ago
    History is a mystery of black diamond bricks and its golden goals"
    The mountains grew clear The Great Ocean visible beyond.
    The mountains darkened and the pilot turned into the steady wind for home
    The diamond mountain sighed, "As you sew, so shall you reap."
    Pulling a small boy from the water the pilot replied,"Until we meet again Ancient One."

    --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
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  • From Jeremy H. Denisovan@1:229/2 to All on Monday, August 21, 2017 14:58:31
    From: david.j.worrell@gmail.com

    What did any of that have to do with Putin or Hillary?
    A title that apparently intentionally hyperbolic makes me not
    even want to read the post. I read it anyway.

    I wondered who you were talking to in the middle of your poem.
    I liked how it began, and resisted the urge to correct your
    grammar again. You still need an editor.

    And I believe one could easily find dozens of more interesting
    things about Bowie than those.

    --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
    * Origin: www.darkrealms.ca (1:229/2)