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  There are ghosts behind the wall Our veil of security Our collective power Our freedom to consume The force is behind the delusion There is an ancient behind the door. As considered behind the door. But has appropriated before the door. At the same time. Coexisting on either side of the spectrum. Whether the door is closed. Whether the door is open. Whether you are imprisoned. Whether you are free. A Red Ghost Behind the Door  It has collected the intelligence. My capabilities,  My intentions,  And my activities. It understands my secrets. It will protect its own. It is independent of public scrutiny. Three Red Ghosts behind the Wall Identifying the semblance of a military-related threat Blurring the truth Actioning propaganda of exacerbation Fixating the populous Spinning the back door as the front door Tracking your intellectual property And mining you the consumer as the product Five Red Ghosts in Blue Space As an irrepressible force approaches an immovable obje...

  The Room is a Dungeon I woke up to the punishment of cramping cold. My bed is dirty, and I have been feasted on by pests and rodents. Realizing my nakedness and no blanket to cover up, I feel vulnerable. My immediate thought is: who has captured me?  I quickly scan the room. No window. No dunny. No nothing. Just a solitary light, behind its wire cage, simultaneously emitting and trapping a spectrum of transformative light. I try to account for my lost time. Without any means of measurement, I must endure until an opportunity presents itself. This is a temporal experience.  I focus on apprehending my fears as a single event in time. I must trust my perceptions to escape. The roof and walls are cold.  I experience the architect’s subliminal message. I know his place. It is I who dwell inside of his fear. What shall be done must be done. This revolving state cannot withstand my driving force. When my rotation is complete, four lives will enter into my cell of death. T...

  The Rapid Creek Abyss Stares Back From the corruption and scandals of our colonial governments. And the just moral and social evolutions afforded. Far from the lands of despotism and aristocracy. The Empire shaped this land. The Abyss arrived. All those deaths made in silence. The instruments that silenced tongue, histories, and myth. The institutions that maintain silence.  The Rapid Creek Red Moon Eye Lunar malevolence. Fear of being attacked. Fear of being eaten. Cyclical predictions. Growth-based endeavors. An engineered future. An empire.  A sovereign state.  Conquering many territories. Subjecting people to one authority. Many cultures under one kingdom.   One kingdom one god. Subjugation. The wrath of one god. Enforced by law. Abyss The Character Of Storm Ill at ease. Discomfort and distress. Settlers breaking down. Opportunistic men. Of self-interest. In denial of atrocities committed. Structured towards blame-shifting. The rights of lordship. And...

  A Colonialist Storm. Over and Over Again. Start. With void. Then add inception of capital. A Colonialist Storm.  Over and Over Again.  Capitalize on this. Void. The backbone is irony. Of superior culture. A Colonialist Storm.  Over and Over Again.  Decades of.  Credit has dried up. Constituted mania. Reforms, Rescues and Stagnation. The abyss stares back. A Colonialist Storm. Over and Over Again.  Big money is on the line.  Credit has dried up. Countless campaigns and speeches. Deprived. Is that true? The abyss stares back. A Colonialist Storm. Over and Over Again.  Motivation, objectives and requirements.  A finite game of enlightenment. Countless campaigns and speeches. Engaging the unique qualities of the deprived. Making an economic use of the poor.  Investing in the development of commodity culture.  The abyss stares back. A Colonialist Storm. Over and Over Again.  On Entry We presumed our safety within known bound...

  Remembering what the imperial powers set in place. Civilization, Christianity, and Commerce. The essential values justify achievement and superiority. To inflict an ideological belief of inferiority. And to punish cultures into subservience and dependency. Masters and soldier ants. Each time we try to free ourselves. Sovereign power adjusts its grid of discipline. A correction to form a new normal. A nation of docile subjects. Humanising pest control. From less suffering to more suffering. From pest controller to pest and back again. Forming another correction and resetting our new normal. Who controls our benefactor? According to the Gospel of Wealth. Our pests make our life difficult Miserable We need solutions The door behind the curtain Trying to controlling them From and then to Until domestication becomes Apical dominance One-off sponsorship You Tube