Alien take over

Hello, fellow followers, I’m… Currently in deep sh….

Shit… They’re here…

Fuck….

Ahhhhhhhhhhh

Hel….

Fuzzy

Greetings Earthlings!
This is an announcement from planet Mammaroon.

Language is the matrix to which you are all plugged in.

It is not just in the media you choose to feast upon, it is in the very language you speak.
Every utterance of every word is power and words work via nature to nurture.

It is not so much as ‘language is unnatural’ but that the nature of language can change you.

You can come up with all the theories you like about reality itself.

But never, EVER assume you have escaped the matrix.

For language is the creator of the matrix you are in.

Do you believe you have the utter truth? Do you believe you’ve ‘unplugged’ from the matrix and you see the world for what it is?

How can that be so, unless you are silent?

How can that be so, unless you are silent of thought? 

To unplug from the matrix you need to remove language so that there is nothing to frame reality in.

Once you put a frame on it, it’s only a reflection of your mind and thus becomes art and nothing more and nothing less.

Mammaroon ministries preaching the truth.

Mammaroon ministries preaching truth since BE (before earth) and AE (After earth) into the beyond. ©

 


Rain

My emptiness is full tonight
As the sun sets just out of sight
I picture you coming home
But it’s too late

No time for goodbyes
Gone in the blink of an eye
And the sky doesn’t care
Cause the clouds aren’t here
Raining like it ought to be

Heavy breath full of empty
It’s hard to breathe
When you can see
The world is continuing
Without you

And my world is nothing
Cause it revolved around you

I want the rain
Raining over me
Dilute these tears
Before I disintegrate
I want the rain
Let it rain over me

It’s not raining like it ought to be

Time is indifferent.

I resent how time
Doesn’t stop
When all should be still
To remember you

I resent how breaths
Can be seen in the cold
Life continuing
As if to be so bold
Like you were never even here

How the wind howls against the windows
As if to threaten to shatter warmth
Even though I’m already cold
As I imagine you are, somewhere out there

Cold, and already so old
As if time hastened its arrival
Letting you go
So chronologically young.

Moustachioed blues

My moustachioed bird
A flash of blue
On your wings
That take you to the places
You were born to go to

My moustachioed blues
A flash of beige
In the trees
I know it’s you
The way you squawk at me

Moustachioed blues
I love you
I love you
My moustachioed blues

My moustachioed blues

An ode to the Jays
An irregelar ode

I’m irregular

My moustachioed blues
I love you
I love you

A flash of beige
I know it’s you
The way you squawk at me
I know it’s you
Up in those trees
A flash of blue
Upon your wings

My moustachioed blues
I love you

I love you…..