Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Stephen Darbyshire UFO Photo 1954


In 1954 the first major UFO sighting in Britain took place near the village of Torver in the lake District of Cumbria, England. Stephen Darbishire, the 13 year old son of a local resident, and Adrian Meyer, his eight year old cousin went for a walk to a place overlooking the ‘Old man of Coniston (mountain) taking with them a period Kodak box camera. Stephen claims he felt an unusual urge to keep climbing the hill behind his house. Adrian apparently noticed the UFO first and pointed it out to Stephen who took two, slightly out of focus, photographs. Stephen certainly became quite famous and was even interviewed by the private secretary of Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh.

Monday, July 24, 2017

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Living in Opinion Heaven


Heaven is a place where 

what I can collectively think

overcomes logic

Heaven is all I ever imagined

and to think I had to die

to get this

NASA's Apollo Coverup - A Forensic Look At The 16mm DAC Film Footage

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Monday, July 17, 2017

Hacked for sure but the truth is always near




If you have to ask its Monday

and GOT season 7 premiere

was on last night

and in my time

we would gather

in groups

and chant

awesome or

blew my mind.


I swear to the lord of light

I watched completely

au natural

and the time distortion

effect was in overtime

that show listed

at 55 mins

only lasted

a second


GOT is

Gulliver s travels

for the ultra and complete

illiterate

it forces one to think

even if its hard

and uncomfortable

and just like a high

level slasher movie

it has moral equivalents

like the children of incest

no matter how Royal

are going to die

and if you kill my Mother

in a dirty trick

I will wipe out

your DNA

with some
prestidigitator

what the holle polle

would call magicians

and the world forming

masters of the universe

that today we call

politicians

but make no mistake

they are all little queens

and kings

and running

on fairy dust

between

elections


I lost faith in humanity

when the THE WIRE

changed nothing

that we are locked

in our programming

and no new channels

will ever open up

and it seems that

its true

because if you want

real change you have to

betray your father and

your mother

and maybe

your sister and

your brother

because

they are locked

and loaded in what

is and do not believe

in what could be

unless it voles

Jesus, Mohammad

Buddha or a thousand

other sentient fantastic

beings


Everybody knows

the narrative is as fake

as the Trump Russia

collusion causing

Hillary to lose the election

there is no cause and effect

only a vehicle to deflect

an asteroid headed for the

body politic where

the citizens

realize its all

been a lie

the social compact

has been hacked

and they

will nickle and

dime you to death

and sell your

fresh dead organs

on the dark net

meat market

to help\

resolve

the constant

greed and

Adam Smith

accurate prophecy

that old rich people

with failing

hearts will

create a market

for young rich people

with bank accounts

that stink like farts


As the human race

faces life changing

events how do you

think the biggest

parisiates on this

planet will survive

I predict by making the

situation worse

until only

a handful survive

and in 100,oo0

years Gen 7 will

arrive

complete

with their

own mythology

about being

special

children

of God.

Friday, July 14, 2017

The biggest stupid


America rules this world or so you think
but really its an onion
and when the skin is
all pulled
back
City of London

The world has been fighting back
for centuries without clear victory
but Germany stands
as a statue to progressive
thought success

So now for the progressives
in the world and in particular
America to hand their
collective hats
on the Trump Russia collective
is insane.

Just because a former President
brought down the twin towers
without question
does not mean
everyone can
control the reality distortion
field to
their program

George Van Tassel

Sharks gnawing at my guts


Trump may be guilty of a thousand things
but right now the Russia thing
is like a rim job on a big
shit comming
on your face

santana

anon


an artist

is an instrument

through which

the universe reveals itself

anon

Victory At Sea - Full Fathom Five

Thursday, July 13, 2017

He was not of an age but for all time!


To the Memory of My Beloved the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare
By Ben Jonson

To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name,
Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;
While I confess thy writings to be such
As neither man nor muse can praise too much;
'Tis true, and all men's suffrage. But these ways
Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise;
For seeliest ignorance on these may light,
Which, when it sounds at best, but echoes right;
Or blind affection, which doth ne'er advance
The truth, but gropes, and urgeth all by chance;
Or crafty malice might pretend this praise,
And think to ruin, where it seem'd to raise.
These are, as some infamous bawd or whore
Should praise a matron; what could hurt her more?
But thou art proof against them, and indeed,
Above th' ill fortune of them, or the need.
I therefore will begin. Soul of the age!
The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage!
My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie
A little further, to make thee a room:
Thou art a monument without a tomb,
And art alive still while thy book doth live
And we have wits to read and praise to give.
That I not mix thee so, my brain excuses,
I mean with great, but disproportion'd Muses,
For if I thought my judgment were of years,
I should commit thee surely with thy peers,
And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine,
Or sporting Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty line.
And though thou hadst small Latin and less Greek,
From thence to honour thee, I would not seek
For names; but call forth thund'ring Aeschylus,
Euripides and Sophocles to us;
Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead,
To life again, to hear thy buskin tread,
And shake a stage; or, when thy socks were on,
Leave thee alone for the comparison
Of all that insolent Greece or haughty Rome
Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come.
Tri'umph, my Britain, thou hast one to show
To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe.
He was not of an age but for all time!
And all the Muses still were in their prime,
When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm
Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm!
Nature herself was proud of his designs
And joy'd to wear the dressing of his lines,
Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit,
As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes,
Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please,
But antiquated and deserted lie,
As they were not of Nature's family.
Yet must I not give Nature all: thy art,
My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part.
For though the poet's matter nature be,
His art doth give the fashion; and, that he
Who casts to write a living line, must sweat,
(Such as thine are) and strike the second heat
Upon the Muses' anvil; turn the same
(And himself with it) that he thinks to frame,
Or, for the laurel, he may gain a scorn;
For a good poet's made, as well as born;
And such wert thou. Look how the father's face
Lives in his issue, even so the race
Of Shakespeare's mind and manners brightly shines
In his well-turned, and true-filed lines;
In each of which he seems to shake a lance,
As brandish'd at the eyes of ignorance.
Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were
To see thee in our waters yet appear,
And make those flights upon the banks of Thames,
That so did take Eliza and our James!
But stay, I see thee in the hemisphere
Advanc'd, and made a constellation there!
Shine forth, thou star of poets, and with rage
Or influence, chide or cheer the drooping stage;
Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourn'd like night,
And despairs day, but for thy volume's light.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

random thoughts from my head

He says the price of commodities is going
down
and most things are legal
and we have scavengers
all around
so if you placed
a bet on a huge
erection
your going
to need drugs
to keep it hard
and the world
is on a techno
ejaculation\
and no facial
for the honour guard

Monday, July 10, 2017

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Roswell - 70 Years Ago Today


O - Ren

Weapons Delivery


Unforeseen Consequences
American political leaders call for military action because it seems like a decisive and strong thing to do. But restraint often takes greater resolve. Chinese military strategist Sun Tzu once wrote: “Supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy’s resistance by clever means ...before fighting. If you know neither your enemy nor yourself, you will be defeated in every battle." By repeatedly engaging in interventions without a proper understanding of our enemy ...and without a better understanding of the consequences of our own actions (stabilizing the region ?!) ...we have weakened our nation security, not bolstered it. Terrorism perpetuates terrorism ...and right now in the eyes of the Middle East we are the terrorists. The law of unforeseen consequences does not reward recklessness.