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347 is the new 420
Four and Twenty Elders sat above the universe with big bad ass brass trumpets and blew the hell out of the world.
And the earth shook and the rivers burned and the levees broke.
And then when it was all over we did it again.
We did it again because we never knew that it could make us look so bad. We did it again in case we ever need to get it right. In Dallas, In Houston, in anywhere that matters.....
You want the proof.
Signs littered on the streets. Evacuation route.
I was legend and now I am gone... But you have my blood in a vile.
We did it again because we never knew that something so good could make us look so bad....
We never heard the explosions, we never felt the pull of the giant magnet. Except in bed when we sleep covered and peaceful
-looking at the clock at 347 in the morning.
Why am I awake? Why is my heart beating? Why is my dog barking to a corner of a room where there is nobody there.....
Because you feel it baby. Deep inside. You feel the truth.....
But you live your life. Denial of the proof to the truth.
Aloof. Completely aloof.
Gone- forever. Under water- explosions- magnetics. pulling the sky around like toys.
Nothing unsystematic. Nothing we don't know about up at Los Alamos.
Just calm down take a valium. Take a seat.
Just wait.
In time that feeling, that emotion will be mapped out.
You will be waiting in a waiting room.
Next, blasted. Mystery gone......
But can they blast the 3d nature of it all. The sleeping prophets and the go getters. When you see it and understand.
Dark matter, gray matter, whatever matter.....
It all matters...
peace in the middle east- never has been- never will be....
War is the answer.....
The question.....what will that be.....
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