As I see it, there is a point where revolution happens, and it has happened. The aftermath or outcome is weird. The actual revolutionaries didn't get their way. This doesn't leave us in a better place, but we don't face this overhaul of reality. It is not a new concept to alter things up, as done with the French and American Revolutions. We know, or should what happened here. Books in the halls of academia. The new bibles at the elite book stores. Something has has been brewing. And it has some kind of sulfuric smell.

Tooo woke!

In paths the mad roam, all end at the sea, the sea, the dreamy sea, far down below, where wicked things like weeds collect and grow, you were so curious, and bold, but now the future is already told.

When you defeat the world have a seat..

It's not opposite day anymore, look outside and perhaps beauty will beckon you to leave your house (Or office) and breath in the fresh air (Or polluted by modern gases).

I realized at least five years ago that American luck or providence would not work in an emergency. There was work to do, or hell to pay. I found that work was great to do, that I looked forwards to it more and more. Perhaps there is hope, and then some magic came, as if from God.

More and more the doors open to new years rumbling chickens. We are all just waiting for them to roost. Some people are leaping around impatiently. There comes the saints ready for the chickens. They will get fried and be finger licking.

Because I have never met my future ex wife, then I am single and ready for tea.

Time is a factor within space as noted. If you sit in the same spot, then time will work differently though not change time.

You are breaking things and smashing them up, and the mess is growing like a mile high, this corrupt little place in the storm, why then tell please what the reason is?