Traces & "Stuff"

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I observe a night time vastness holding "heaven," friend, and "hell." These are the two potentials, plus the history made as well... but not the one a cheat contrives to satisfy the "winner," and not the "social treatment" kind, nor that one from "born 'againners."
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History as it really was — Coolidge was a monster. History as it really was — religion? An impostor. History as it really was — the *poor* get bitter dealings. History as it really was — The truth? It has no meaning.
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Unjust manipulation is the fiber of our culture. The rules are made for bloody gold, and the *maker* apes a vulture. The *winner* wrote the words contrived to rake the booty in! He's always been the *victor*, mind, regardless he who "wins."
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Some say it's entertainment that the masses always crave. Our Roman history's legacy, infotainment's latest craze? React to flash, and bored with facts, you grovel for sensation? Though, confronted with real evidence, you feel a scared deflation?
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Distraction is preferred, I know, to copping to this truth, but you're disserved by ignorance! You're LIED to! What's the use? UFOs are ridiculed, derided, and disdained... DESPITE the work respected — trace evidence obtained!
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So ask me, "What's a trace case"? ...and I'll try to fill you in. It's something really left behind... by UFO's, my friend! A scorching of the earth or a mark on human beings, it's proof of an anomaly ones foolishness demeans!
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...And if talking just ONE trace case, it should blow the whole thing up! For just one stinking trace case — bring whole cultures to a stop! For the solitary trace case, grind the whole mess to a halt! Be CERTAIN there are HUNDREDS! These are worth some REAL salt!
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...But we're *not prone* to looking blamed on "forecast implications"…? If your threatened summer/country homes might come to liquidation? If the loss of specious *dollars* is to turn uncaring eyes? Then please consume some fecal stuff, freak out, go mad, then die!
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I've heard it said that panic follows saucers in our skies! That millions would go raving mad if all could see them fly! "Suicide ... hit the ceiling" — and millions more would starve? Well, I just flat don't BUY it -- not a ribbon, pot, or shard!
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Would we do this... if we found "folks"... ...who'd never used a spoon? Would we do it if we found a race of sentients on our moon? Too? I'm not impressed with those who fall in light of strange new days; a truth of need's, enevitable... be it son or ME who pays!
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Culture gets away with murder, and we tolerate in it... ...what we crush out individually, so diminish bit by bit! On guard for serial murder when it's from the single person, but unmindful when the system does it, and it's done it to immersion!
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I'm just a soldier and a teacher and I've more than paid my end. I don't cheat 'old Sam' from taxes, and I've been a loyal friend. I don't bully, I don't lie, and I give an even break; too, I speak my mind objectively... I'm on the level, not the make!
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I eschew the stunted bunkie who likes his "comfort" where it's static — where it's built to suit the boorish style of the "skeptical fanatic." Where ones comfort draws the life blood from the one who does without...? All the trappings of their hard won lives, then, mere booty in their rout?
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It's rational that we are watched... use the postulates of Drake. Reported in our skies, I'm sure — reality's at stake! Traces HAVE been left — they go eschewed, unwatched ... unstudied, and the *pillars* of our culture? ...Non disclosing, soiled and bloodied!
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They know more than they're telling; we deserve their contribution — Some voice against complete collapse, or the people's retribution! I want a world based on TRUTH — though the "heavens" crack and fall! No longer hanging over me? So, I'll clearly hear her call.

• alienview@adelphia.net
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Whose call? The call of my muse, you biliously sneering skeptibunker of small imagination, smaller intelligence and sub-microscopic, even concave, courage! Something could be said regarding meager scrotum size. The reader knows who's addressed...
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Whose voice? Why, the inner one of course — the only one of which I'm sure! I can't hear it in the clutter of your media's exhortations to burn and consume. I can't hear it in the frothing of your Pat Robertson, or Jerry Falwell... ...that UFO's are agents of Satan…
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In fact, the more they froth and bubble that too convenient conjecture, the more I am convinced that the INVERSE must be true! It is these who ape capering demons and evil nixies, and not the enevitable ET. Nes't ce pas, Reader?
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I can't hear it in a general deafening silence; a silence un-punctuated by even an indirect or private exhortation for me to shut the f**k up — Well, except for that homocentric, filled with themselves, or murmuring few, and they've protested too much. Slanderously so!
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Hey, I'm not making any traditional apologies — just telling you what you'll see when you learn to *grow* again.
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To the few pieces of *hate* mail regarding my "negativity" — "Bother" said Pooh, and then lifted a cloth cheek to fart derisively! These thoroughly impacted persons miss the point!
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All of my expressions forcefully exhort the positive! That's your problem with it! And, besides which, if you are so inclined, you could pound sand up a well prolapsed pore, by the freaking by!
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...But pause, instead, to hammer some of that mortar out of your otherwise flaccid rear, take a deep, cleansing breath, and then? PUSH!
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…Feels good to get the sand out, no? You have no idea...
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Go all the way! Have some nice, raw crusiferous "veggies" with the magic garlic vinaigrette, and REALLY clean yourself out. Now, when you go out and glance up at the sky, you can actually see what's in it! It's all there if you watch for it! To look is to see, see?
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...And there's stuff in it, boys and girls, stuff with length and breadth — stuff round, stuff firm, and stuff fully packed! "Stuff" indeed … stuff beyond dreams — yours or mine!
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...With regard OTHER matters? With regard to the popular but Reviled, Risible, and Revolting Net Scum who can say what they damn well please (...beyond vile!) and remain unrepentant, unapologetic, unremorseful, to go entirely unpunished? These juice-sucking slime-ball low-brows who are without fidelity, a shred of constancy, define inconsistency, and are themselves perhaps, even what they would accuse? These rabidly feral yet cowardly weasels who whisper and smirk and are themselves a sneered fecal smear they pretend to decry?
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...These are dead entities to me, scuttling roaches who only command enough attention from me to step on them in a compassionate attempt to put them out of their misery, when I should just let my cat play with them. Hmmm...
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...Here kitty-kitty! Stay tuned.
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