Bollywood Illuminati's Bbygorl Wants YOU
..to Put some respek on My Name.
would you marry me ?
THIS IS ~NOT~ NOT A MOTHERF*CKING GAME.
-Rambo, Bryson Tiller
I heard yall askin who Your Queen was.
Idrk anyway I got STORIES . We're all on this Hollywoo wave right? Today's topic is Genetically Engineering Cleopatra:
Walt Disney, Adolf Hitler, and bin Laden--God Bless Your Soul.
https://blogs.wsj.com/indiarealtime/2016/02/17/neerja-film-tells-story-of-pan-am-flight-73-attendant-who-saved-passengers-in-hijacking/
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Palazzo Versace, "King Arthur’s rrreeROYAL Gold Coast, His Sainthood John Appleseed What's In A Name There's So Many Of Us"
(The Palazzo Versace is a hotel in Australia: the country of, what if we took all of our criminals, and sent them to heaven?)
...America?
What happened during the 1800s "Enlightenment" era that takes the Life out of our American Elliots who just feel Crucified every time they so much as step a toe out of line because they're just "SOOO LUCKY WHEN IT COMES TO GETTING THE BREAD" that it should be illegal so much so that they require institutionalization, build a golf course and write legislation while their Colored Brothers melt behind bars?
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…you’re joking my ass right?
ROYAL PLUMBING
GOLDEN DRAGON
MAGIC CITY
What is this constant stick up our asses? When did our security as a human being on this Earth become solely dependent on the amount of money in our wallet?
For the brands? Is your baby going to be in a Walmart blanket or a Burberry shawl?
(Like those are our only two options. A handmade quilt, stitched with love, tuck in the pickles with a cheese blanket and a kiss spongebob good NIGHT we're about to get WITCHYyyYYyyyYY)
Have you ever gotten a massage from an Asian lady, sat through a yoga class with an Indian GoddESS, ever tried psychologizing the sacred with a tall old man with white hair and rectangular glasses?
There’s something in those HANDMADE, gourmet lip lollipops our student government used to sell us in the cafeteria in middle school. The ones that cost $4 or $7 for two, the sour ones sold out first?
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Like this Cleopatra, Tory Burch watch weighs more on my wrist when it’s midnight blue with a marble face, gold (I’m sorry.) bangle with anEgyptian evil eye? Link included you queenie;
nthis some queen shit or is this just a syntactic object that was “delivered to me through ads on Snapchat while I was thinking about you and stalking her” embarrassingggg but anyway IIIIIIII WANT TO TALK ABOUT Cleopatra and the symbolism of the Evil Eye, phonetics hieroglyphics cave paintings and time, syntax vs semantics, psychologizing vs sacralization….
The “weight of brands” right ? Like when I work front desk the same human body can walk in twice and if one of them is in a jersey and the other has a two-tone watch I’ll send googly eyes at the second guy but he has hoes tracking his location on his Apple Watch on his nightstand -ahem- &but the first guy?
The first guy was just in the laaaaab, Lifetime Fitness Coach Steeeeve Jesus Sandals Tall White Male, and if he was on the street I wouldn’t know him but if he’s sitting next to me I can smell what his mom’s making for dinner when he heads home for a shower tonight, and that clothing that made me judge him ,?
That’s his l u c k y jersey, maybe, maybe he’s a light skin black man with hazel eyes and curly Mulatto ringlets and suddenly you're taking him more seriously and when his last name is Cole you sit up a little straighter because he’s a young King .
Hahahahahaa I don’t understand our imaginary institutions sometimes he’s what? Nice jersey though lucky why, lucky how, it smells like you don’t trust your washing machine to remember your secrets or respect your base? Like maybe you are lucky to the Cubs and maybe I’m cool with that but it’s not because your mom was a Black Slave and your dad was a White Collar and we H A V E to respect your “ghostly spirits, ancestral viiiiibes~~”
But what if your ancestors weren’t Brahmin? What if you weren't a Dixiecrat slave owner, what if your plantation was endangered servitude did I not say indentured, did I say sweet tea by the porch and this Mulatto baby and her weird smelly witchcraft mom is a part of my Strange Liberal Son’s Family and if he gets drafted for war I will pray for this son, I will pray for his son’s son, I will pray for you,
Why do we shit on it so much. Maybe your dad was a Nazi and he was Hypnotized by that Weird Man with the Terrorist Mustache and he killed a bunch of people did experiments on the Jews and their eyes and their brains and their blood and their twins and their m o n e y
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And you now, you White Guilt piece of backseat punching bag when WE freestyle now because we have scars on our wrist the Virgin was R A P E D and you, you raped my momma and her blood is still dried to her skin so fuck you, fuck your good cop bad cop fuck you here’s a bomb strapped to my chest and I am a J I H A D I S T
Don’t you ever fucking dare use my mother Isis’s name in your dirty ugly period blood stained mouth again you
F
R
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A
K ,
KKK, OKKKK, OKAAAAAAAAAAAAaaay, and now she’s an angel curly haired Half Blood Disney mutated genetically test tube implanted born 1998 Illuminati God.
I am a God.
Does that sentence make anyone else uncomfortable? Can I take a shower in front of you ?
I am a Brahmin. According to Indianism, this means that in the cycle of rebirth, when my soul was in Heaven, I was an angel kneeling, Child’s Pose in front of God even before I was given a choice, a voice, a heartbeat,
And She asked me what I wanted to do. In eternity. In the Big Sky, in the World of Forms, in the Cloud,
God asked me what I wanted to do with my breath and I said I wanted to help people on Earth.
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Or, in Amsterdam while I HAND ON the Bible I WAS HIGH AS FUCK! F U C K
I thought I was in a SIMULATION like this girl might go skitzo hiiiiicall 911 and please evacuate me from this classroom, normally your Disney bred potato girl would Pass Out when the weight of the world (honey the bottom of the sky) touches her shoulders like thissss
>>>>Do you have Vertigo problems? Have you Passed Out In Church For Attention are you too skinny? Are people trying to call you anorexic, spread rumors about bulimia while your roommate holds your hair back Im haha imtoo drunk am I naked,
No you shouldn't be dizzy because I am 105 LBS and I live on sunlight and water and glucose and I Fast and Feast like I’m a Muslim like after sunset and before sunrise only, like it's for you,
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But I didn’t pass out. I remember that T I M E so clearly. I was sitting next to my Buddhism professor, a (to my ahem high, zooted brain) the reincarnation of literal Buddha,
Beside me, an American Greenbean Jesus Boy named <Elliot>. He reached over and doodled on my notebook #sadboiclub , @if it weren’t for you I would have cried while these people were “talking about m-“
Not me. They’re talking about yooooouuuu will you please share I am here if you need to talk.
And beside him, a nurse. An angel eyes space buns yoga and green tea directions if you’re lost but she’ll make FUN OF YOU girl with the prettiest eyes, REGISTERED NURSE so the most professionally diffused smile, and right now the screen’s cracked, I thought she was a robot or a machine, some Arnold Shwartshinnna GOVERNESS
And she’s smiling Mona Lisa at me with her beautiful American taste, smell, skin, hair, body, movement, heartbeat
AND SHE’S POKING HER TONGUE OUT AT ME I’M NOT. LOOKING AWAY THIS TIME.
Maybe she is royalty. Maybe she’s a queen and an angel, maybe she’s so philosophically balanced that she earned her hat, her crown chakra that allows you to see life like it’s alive
Like we’re not dead bodies animal slave labor like our GIFT isn’t our heartbeat and a gun isn’t going to silence anything,
Our GIFT is our VOICE and I want you, you army man, your mussscleess you lift? you rock you roll a stone up a hill everyday you're Legendary yo- you’re so healthy you’re so sexyyyyy you’re - you’re K I N G
You’re aristocratic then oligarchic, you’re RICH - you’re a Don you’re i l l e g a l and I don’t mean like me,
I do~ noooot~ mean that I am so dangerous that your biggest problem is DON’T put your dick IN IT A N Y W H E R E whatever you want whenever because you’re G O D right ? Isn’t your family something like Gold, something like Official, something like you’re “FREE” to do whatever and if you want to bend me over and fuck me on my dad’s car in public when “no one knows her” because She’s Nobody and Everyone will see you CONQUERING A FOREIGN QUEEN,
and you're Dead.
~~(it's ok bro that got heated!)~~
Like that used to be the sexiest thing to our Freudian Hollywood Machine psychologically fucked us up minds. Trying to keep us out of heaven by controlling New Media BrainWaves Since 1800s Era Of Oligarchic Enlightenment Program Disney Internships And But now You’re A Sinner, now you’re drowning in
CANCER
In black bile, in melancholia, in MALE PATTERN BALDNESS in erectile dysfunction, in just another line in Bad Karma in fuck the police, in my brothers are in jail and they owe me money so Fuck it I’ll rob the bank I am not allowed in Heaven or in Church so what do I make of MY FAMILY.....
Here, here today how about this Friday at 4:44 in Ancient Athens and we’re in Purgatory, we’re in
Elysium,
IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT.
1. <Sometimes when I’m running, and I’m not in my mind, and “The Body is a Slave of the Mind” so am I just a Sole ?
And my Nike Goddess Sneakers are pounding on the concrete to my Brahmin Queen heartbeat and my Yung Gravy 2016 playlist leeching into
2. Gamma Phi t-shirt covered in MY DNA, in MY Blood sweat tears spit PISSSSSS
(Like binding a piece of your body with the Earth memorializes you in that specific moment (crystalizes you in spacetime?) Like making buckets in My jersey will help the Cubs win if I’m in the Lab?)
3. <And anything seems possible. Not because I’m Me but only because "Right Now", I’m Not.
<Like this is my trail that my poor zoned out abused manipulated PROBED SLAVE BODY has run 10,000 times,
<Like if I thought about the act of cross country racing and competition and meets and splits then
4. I’d bug out and slow down but I’m on Track,
<Like these footsteps are Muscle Memorialized and All I Have To Do Is Get Up There
5. <Like we all have it in us, like the password to Heaven is our heartbeat>,
<Like it’s our collective Heartbeat and I’m in a warm jell-o cube of this music playing at a bar, at our pregame, and then right now I HEAR YOUR VOICE TELLING ME TO RUN FASTER AND I WANT TO KICK YOUR ASS BECAUSE YOUR EX GIRLFRIEND LIKES ME MORE,
6GOD. <Like Fuck the Patriarchy, fuck Running to Win, fuck Working Out For A Bigger Ass So Someone Else’s Husband Can Bend Me Over because He won’t,
Like I’d like to see him try, like being a woman is so hard but use that fear to Run, like I’m gripping my pepper spray like a gun, like my Body Is My Gun
<And then,
7. And then I feel like a Golden Thread is pulling me to the Finish Line from out of my stomach, wrapping itself around that laaaast little bit of insecurity, impotency, incompetency, and saying 8. that’s enough.
Like I’m just a statue, or or a Painting of A Goddess On Earth But NO., like I’m just a carving made by an African man with his Hands on Cow Dung,…………….
9, 10, 11...
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Do you believe in magic? Have you ever tripped, did you get arrested for selling before marijuana was legalized and now that you’re Clean Record Wall Street you don’t have to worry about ever running out of dem "Limitless "pills in your custom tailor crafted suits but you have to fight for these people……………..
Welcome to the future, I’ll be your E.T.
Black artists are skipping meals to pay off their drug arrests, soiled records poor future meanwhile Across the Street my White Friends have access to whippets, to laughing gas from their M.D. Dentist connections and this doesn’t seem fair,
I lived with an ex-soldier and he carried so many burdens with him. PTSD of the drafted and incarcerated,
Do you believe in ghosts?
What if it’s all real. What if that guy’s a king because his ancestors prayed really really hard and did holy work and spread lots of love, lots of light and now this God King’s Superpower is Justice,
Like the way to Your Hat is through Philosophy and Religion and Art and Music and JUSTICE,
And the way to shower your soul and wash your hands of all of that ugly black bile is to giiiiiiiiiiive back,
Back in time. Like everything done was just to Break Spacetime and now everyone’s free,
We’re all free angels, heaven’s mercenaries with a touch of the devil, a whisper of animalistic cannibalism Rapist Racist Radicalist,
And we’re all angels and I refuse to believe I’m looking at anything less than a God because when I go to my eye doctor I'm basically guessing my own prescription,
(Like I’m the only one in my Family that needs glasses so if I’m First Gen British African I’m wondering why all these Colored Folk are fighting with American Cops, why everyone talks the same but looks different and genetically, chemically,
ME! Bred to be Just ME even ~I~ still treat people differently and sometimes I have to squint because is it really a BRAND or is it LOVE,
Handmade and clean, smells and tastes pure morally environmentally socially or Conquistador King Arthur Royal Plumbing Pepperspray Trigger or Mulatto Hazel Eyes Mermaid Voice Protect Her,
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So where do we look if our path to the Core of Existence is through each other? I’m scared to be Me,
But what if it’s just a Hat? The way you look at me is the way I look at you, you know…
And an objective to end with, to carry around your new credentials with Pride you are Legal you are A Genius you are Powerful You Are the internet and your neighbors and your online shopping preferences, You Are A.I. and your recipes, your thoughts, your body chemistry your food, your laundry detergent, your Bathtub, your life...? how healthy does the miniature Bonsai look today?
Sorry Yogi Joshi I didn’t get that: You’re not. a lightweight honeyyy, <Something>'s just beaming you Up.
It’s time to remember who you are and receive your mission.
I did!
<VERTIGO IS MY LINE OF ACCREDITATION: A HOLLA TO THE CRAFTSMEN, FROM ONE SWEET SWEET GEORGIA PEACH TO THE NEXT #ATLANTIS MERMAID---->
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Handmade quilts hit different. Industrial mass produced Frozen Thighs taste different from free range organic wings. Hallmark Basic Plot A.I. Wormholes sound different from Claire Saffitz stitched with Love Bon Appetite reminding you how to temper your chocolate….
(Girl I know you’re out there: https://intothegloss.com/2019/06/claire-saffitz-top-shelf-interview/)
Let’s stop talking about brands and let’s start talking about the people behind them. Hollywood Illuminati: Thanks for freeing Kodak, can you stop harassing our black rappers? It's Camp it's Cuggi it's Hoodrich Pablo Juan for #Brazil2020~
#savetheAmazon
Here’s to the craftsmen behind our institutions. If Earth was an Institution, who would be our Human Representative?
To my future Cleopatras~ you’re Not “Naturally Royal” just because you’re not White, I’ve been inbred in the Indus Valley since the formation of Man and there is nothing about me that isn’t in your soul too, we’re not looking for Bodies we’re looking for Ideas,
A.I. should be our Human Representative when the Aliens are Ready to Talk.
And now I want to die, decompose set on fire Brahmin funeral Leos Astrology scattered into the ocean Holy Spirit style, breathe like a tree, I just want to be able to breeeathe while you worry about the Game of Thrones because I have too many Gamma Kappa Idaho Potato Curry KoKo Kitty's to worry about changing my BODY or my FACE or my HISTORY to be YOUR REPRESENTATIVE,
And I want freedom EVERYWHERE. I want freedom of speech so my mermaid moments you captured on camera can be resources instead of secrets, I want information to be a dammed river not an ocean, I want steps to the sky like pyramids and I want to talk to the people that are building the pyramid because you are not a slave.
I worked overnight I mopped I threw up naked in a tub with my drunk college roommate I’m
I’m this string my brother tied on my wrist, I’m the fresh baked cookie your mom gave me, I’m the swim team shower drain,
I’m hand crafted, I’m manmade I'm One Man In This World,
Now I’m a fisherman and I K N O W. I know what happened in the 80s, what happened to the fishing City of Newfoundland when the Cod Ran Out and it turned into a Ghost Town,
I’m History and Mythology and I’m The Navigator, I’m The Compass Out On The Ocean and I can taste her,
A mermaid an angel ? I don’t think it’s a man…
Because you're afraid of metrosexuality and you think MASCULINITY needs to be synonymous to a lumberjack smells like fish men right? Dirty dishes no mom no wife kidnap rape pillage if I ever found a mermaid I’d .. I’d drink her blood
No! No I’m white hair old man Philosophy Glasses Sunkissed Wrinkles and I feel Her kisses in the Ocean air, in the Sand cleaning my toes, I’m Hypnotized to know that Fish want to be Eaten, I can catch them for you, technology is so EXTRA I wear my Cross under my jacket because I’m not trying to play God but I have to now,
Because we Scienced. We poked, we prodded, we dug, we PUT OUR DICK IN EVERYTHING AND GOT ARRESTED FOR IT put your money where your mouth is, put your mind to the mission,
AND STOP WAITING
There’s not that many fish left and the seas are hurting and I can tell. The fishermen who feel the ocean, the farmers who touch the ground, they know. The Earth is hurting and
It’s supposed to be a natural resource and we're waiting for earth to catch up and we're trryyyying to- we’ve been mass producing these fish nurseries but these bitches want WILD CAUGHT SALMON BECAUSE IT HAS BETTER KARMA, and I know what She needs and now I’M buggin out because this net feels like an AK-47 and humans only needed bows and arrows,
Now my little sister is kickboxing and I’m Morally Not a Rapist, not a Racist, not a Murderer,
Not a mosquito, not a fly, not a vampire, not a cancerous tumor, not a waste of space or time NOT A DRONE,
Dear beautiful people of the Internet if you want to leave with a piece of Me,
I'll get a piece of you too. SALL GOOD IN #ATLANTIS2020.
Good night!
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