All of my life Ive been waiting to hear someone any one speak of the truth out there as Mark Hamilton does. i’ve only become where of some but not all about 50 to 25 % of the truths he so eliquantly spook of. ever sense jr. high school i could feel this divine provedenc-ical erge to fill my chalse of and fallow the beat to a different drum around very simular words and beliefs spoken by mark. its time to think so more way out of the box that our social political and- and religous engtinings of ways of teaching only to live in side of a one diminsional box. insteasd of using, drawing from multipule boxs to brake away from mim-ing pupettry that we so willing to fit ourselves into and give as gifts under the christmas tree to commercialized spirituality and to be- be comoditous prodects to the masters to be, gods to be, gods that be- masters of us through our governmental and that of our governmental system… let me stress this, our governmental system, our self governmental and governing system of religion and social economics though our own politices and our own self blinding to the tie that binds, that really rocks the crattle… for we are but cattle to social religious and political capitalism… for we are but cumodittes at war with buying and selling our souls to the true devil of governmental prostitution… only… only we are the whore, the sluts… only we don’t really now it yet…. for we sell our souls for 99 cents at the locale drug store for our blinding drug of choice… not money.. striessing this— not money but… the servival of and for life…. money ios not evol, but the struggle for serval of it is what is evil. not, not, not our our settrggle, but— but the fact we have to struggle and sell our souls over a lively hood just to buy fish and oil… a t-booned bone with a little bit of scrap metal, as our cell. to naw on, hoping to find the key through buying and selling our selves as condimints to and for comadities for that very key never to by found in what we buy for ourselve just to servive…. — when we are truelly the only key. the key to our cells. not a consumeristicly given of a rabits carrot thrown to be fetch down some dark labrithynth-ed hole, where with every obstical found only gives you one more bill to pay, or for closure because you chose to not starve that day… and yet the promised heavens gate of that and for that carrot is never given… to only be left with empty promiss for of that carrot… only to be left in the enslavement of hope of that carrot to feed you that next day… but to for today you actaully consider cannibalzam just to feed your family… so what is the true moralism to starve or to feed your family with a loaf of bread stolen… our system is set up for us to be whores, theives and so so much more slaves to our own enslave ments. only. we are are own wordens. we are just to blind to the unbalnced scale of fish over the barrel of oil… and then and then feel guilty of it, by just trying to live and die by the very rules that have been toughingly lovingly englaved in us sense we were children… how about that for a mass hilusination of psychosis frued… oops fruedian slip.
Joe
All of my life Ive been waiting to hear someone any one speak of the truth out there as Mark Hamilton does. i’ve only become where of some but not all about 50 to 25 % of the truths he so eliquantly spook of. ever sense jr. high school i could feel this divine provedenc-ical erge to fill my chalse of and fallow the beat to a different drum around very simular words and beliefs spoken by mark. its time to think so more way out of the box that our social political and- and religous engtinings of ways of teaching only to live in side of a one diminsional box. insteasd of using, drawing from multipule boxs to brake away from mim-ing pupettry that we so willing to fit ourselves into and give as gifts under the christmas tree to commercialized spirituality and to be- be comoditous prodects to the masters to be, gods to be, gods that be- masters of us through our governmental and that of our governmental system… let me stress this, our governmental system, our self governmental and governing system of religion and social economics though our own politices and our own self blinding to the tie that binds, that really rocks the crattle… for we are but cattle to social religious and political capitalism… for we are but cumodittes at war with buying and selling our souls to the true devil of governmental prostitution… only… only we are the whore, the sluts… only we don’t really now it yet…. for we sell our souls for 99 cents at the locale drug store for our blinding drug of choice… not money.. striessing this— not money but… the servival of and for life…. money ios not evol, but the struggle for serval of it is what is evil. not, not, not our our settrggle, but— but the fact we have to struggle and sell our souls over a lively hood just to buy fish and oil… a t-booned bone with a little bit of scrap metal, as our cell. to naw on, hoping to find the key through buying and selling our selves as condimints to and for comadities for that very key never to by found in what we buy for ourselve just to servive…. — when we are truelly the only key. the key to our cells. not a consumeristicly given of a rabits carrot thrown to be fetch down some dark labrithynth-ed hole, where with every obstical found only gives you one more bill to pay, or for closure because you chose to not starve that day… and yet the promised heavens gate of that and for that carrot is never given… to only be left with empty promiss for of that carrot… only to be left in the enslavement of hope of that carrot to feed you that next day… but to for today you actaully consider cannibalzam just to feed your family… so what is the true moralism to starve or to feed your family with a loaf of bread stolen… our system is set up for us to be whores, theives and so so much more slaves to our own enslave ments. only. we are are own wordens. we are just to blind to the unbalnced scale of fish over the barrel of oil… and then and then feel guilty of it, by just trying to live and die by the very rules that have been toughingly lovingly englaved in us sense we were children… how about that for a mass hilusination of psychosis frued… oops fruedian slip.
Joe