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goin home…

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sometimes you gotta jump outta that ‘proverbial’ window and splash out in front of everybody…….let god (*) sort out the pieces…that’s what *’s there for, that’s what * seems to enjoy doing…but sometimes…our lives are like a game of jenga with oil covered blocks…don’t think that is as much fun as that divinely inspired game of tag…the game we call ‘coincidence’…when these direct communications begin to stack up you start to ask questions…what could this mean?…all of a sudden life has meaning…where did this come from?…why now?…why all of a sudden?…then god says, “give that ish to me…all those questions…and watch what i do with them…and then watch how you struggle to explain them in a well-meaning but long-winded status update…you will find who you need to…i want you to…and to be honest i need you to…so just give it to me and move on…”

on+on=on

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A space cathedral…

An important one says enthusiastically, “Time to break the Ogulan and sip the Flal@##!”

The cathedral resides on planet QANN99, where π.0017 has just been released… “It’s finally here—the brand new π. Make room space. Infinity just got a little bigger. Only .5674 ulglarkchs! Get yours today!”

Earth artist Erykah Badu, a member of a multi-galaxy diplomatic coalition (The D. Sight Poles), performs in honor of their beloved spiritual leader, Her Most Exalted Ghee, whose visage is said to remind of the center of a forever dying star.

QANN99′s own DJ[] on the ‘beat’. He rocks a hashtag medallion. It’s worn, woven, natural material, in a state not far from freshly separated from life, seconds away, fractions of those. It is the only thing many of the diplomats see. What could perhaps be considered his head is lost in the vastness of space, one notices an innumerable bounty of galaxies before anything that could be considered a body is even hinted at, thus the swaying medallion, the only thing in view…surprisingly, given that it is quite small against the invisible body it adorns…

He has been sampling the universe’s music for ages…literally. He ‘sings’ what our Earth-gravity-bound DJs spin, cut and mix. The diplomats wonder how they are even capable of hearing him…His voice emanates from everywhere, no source of origin more dominant than another, but this does not mean he is without the ability to regulate volume……One of his old stage names was Vampire Beat. This was the moniker he adopted during the ‘period of time we called the 80s’, to him, this period was of such fleeting brevity that in order to exist it must seem to last forever in what could be considered his mind.

the civil union

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It’s always about ‘the economy stupid’. We act like the Civil War was merely a war of morals. It was about ‘the economy stupid’. Feds in Washington threatened to outlaw cheap labor! Southern businessmen had a lot to lose. Fast-forward a couple centuries and isn’t it odd how it is the Alabama state government who are the ones playin’ Yankee while the blue bloods up Nohwuth are the ones looking out for the Southern gentleman’s pride…and they are doing so by challenging the state’s authority over what happens within its own borders?! There’s a core dynamic at work here. It’s that unrelenting desire to be the alpha dog all the damn time. Absolute power. Absolute control. The Constitution takes on a religious connotation here. (I’m talking historically, like when the language it is written in is no longer spoken).