American Insanity

Universal lies. Lords of my lord. Divine words from thee god. Of all gods.Magic Christ. Life never ends. Only you die. Only flesh. It's only flesh they say. For what? To whom? Bleeding is flowers to god. He demands it. Oh make no mistake. God is a man. Dick and balls. He talks to them only. Only to men do the gods communicate. Women? They play a strategic role in the story. A plot twist of sorts. We really believe all this shit, huh? Yes, yes we do. Enough to make you want to die. Crazy Cosmic truth. No fun. No games. All worship and pray. Prey. If god really existed, he wouldn't in the first place. It like this anyway. These gods are humans hiding behind a wink and some fraud. Humans controlling humans is not original thought. If I was god and created you all. I wouldn't care about your appearance or what you watched. What you ate or what you drank. How much you prayed or how you voted in elections. If I were god and created humanity? It wouldn't be the way it is right now. Fighting and warring. Arguing and debating. So caught up in being right. Instead of being nice. So caught up in gaslighting instead of helping. Yeah that's nice and all that god appeared to you in a vision. That happens a lot as you can tell. gods and visions are sus. Just men trying to get off. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

So aliens landed one day. Eons ago. They had a rager. Fucked this shit up. The ooze they left behind mixed with dirt. Created blood. The

The best tool in the planet. Tool around and you'll find out! Tool and the gangs. Tool time. Bloody Tool. Tool ache. Tool repair. Hard tool. Soft tool. At attention you tool! Back to tool time. After tool. Tool runnings. In tools we trust. A means to the end. Soldiers. Cops. Ops. Students. Humans. Tools in a box. To be used. Tracked and attacked. You are not a stranger anymore. They know it all. 24hours a day they map your life. WhT you eat. What you buy. When you fuck. When you cry. Your phone is handy in the right hands. Corrupted files uploaded to my conscience --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

I pledge allegiance to the sad reality of the United States of America. And to the humans that withstand the racism and ignorance, striving towards liberty and justice for all. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Not to scorch the earth. Set fire to the sun. So much things to do. Let's go have some fun. Sum fun. The air is putrid. A smoky haze. Altars dot the land. Pouring smoke to the sky. Us and the earth? Complicated relationships. We inflict cuts and scrapes on the

The feds are watching. Listening. The feds are the fiends. gangs and the such. Guns and the bombs. The ganja fields. the plane filled with drugs. The feds make the money. Fighting these wars for us. We landed on this planet. And turned into lust. Las gangas are running shit. The mafia? Of course. They are always invited. Hoover had the dirt on everybody. The government doesn't even trust itself! The eyes on the dollar are always looking forward. The metal in the sky is always pointed towards you. Your phone? Tapped and tripped and tracked. The bullets in the guns have names on them. One by one. One by one. That's how it's been done. Of course they want more guns and more ops. They benefit from the contracts and such. So much cash for weapons and warriors. The usa is always at war. And If not they'll Manufacture One for you.

On this momentous occasion. As we are gathered together. What a great time to share! What a great time to love. To put steps to our breath. To give all the money away. Taking no

Somewhere on this planet. Is the answer to the plague. Let's keep looking for remedies. One breath at a time. Breathe. Slow. Focus because you can't help it. The air fills your lungs. You're powers are something to behold. Your majesty is a gift. Spend it wisely. Some get many lifetimes. We get one. Don't give it to someone. Don't give it up. Hold tight to your magic. The things you can do. Be wary of naysayers and surveillance. and hunters too. When you become your own thinking. The things they will do. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

It could all be so easy. But we love to make it hard. Love is a heartbeat. We all rely on one

Assets. Capital. Property. Money. Cash. Gold. Coin. Rock. Sugar. Cane. Barter. Trade. Smoking in the sky with violence. Smoke hovers heavily. Stacks and stacks.

Fart

Flower tenders.

War is needed. Death is cumming. Weapons are expensive. Suffering is cheap. Sheep for the slaughter. To cook and bathe in blood. To stay young of course. Be it beast or human. We endeavor to touch the edges of time. We opt to smoke the dust in the sky. Good political leadership is more war. Great men leading humans means violence.sound fiscal management is poverty. Good savings plan is dead bodies. Great investments are in blood and metal. Land is speculated. Things are measured and sized up. The people are always behind the

Cruel Beans. These people here. Made them to die and they still find ways to fear each other. Expiration date and all. Yet they hoard and steal. Selfish beans these humans are. Kill so much they put me to shame. Excuses abound for everything. No I will not exterminate them. I already have. They don't see that to help others is to live. To love others is to exist forever. A loving god does not exist? You can explain away all the evil. You can argue for your side. But we're programmed to die. There's little good in this world. Lots of evil though. The beans love their evil. The little good that does appear is diluted by the evil in the religions and politics of the globe. The worst has happened already. The best is yet to come --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Come one come all. Open land and free labor. A crooked God to control them all. Even the women. especially them. This world is empty without humans.in mourning I guess. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

All the humans say i'm Pretty fly for a

Sacred rocks. Holy grails. My life in a

Resin from the pipe. Reason for the season. Rescind their rights. Reticent lies.

When others Are first. The last shall remain steadfast. To whom it may concern. This world is concerning. Why just yesterday I went out for some cocaine and saw aliens abducting homeless people. They were trying to clean up the streets. In the name of the sun and the stars. All whom insisted on them being who they are. Stuck a few needles in my brain. To mess with god. But if god doesn't exist then it's to news with humans. It's all the same anyways. I'll deal with god when I get there. For now it's only you and

Heaven for death? I'll pass. Rather take shits for the rest of my life. Than give this all up. The bleeding and the breathing. The fucking and the breeding.

To make more. To dream more. To be more. That is what god Wants. Of all the reasons to exist and god wants me to be the best version of me I can be. Forget the planetary dust collecting in my lungs. Or the cosmic ejaculations going off inside my body every millisecond. Talk some more to yourself. Then you'll figure it out. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

My country. My palace. My birth place. Of thee I speak. No choice to be here. But choose to breathe here. Next step is to move the stars within you. To stir up the magic inside your soul. Unlock the magic within your brain. Love everyone and hate no one. the ones like you. Love them. That is all you need to do. Love them in the same manner that you love yourself. Then we'll get somewhere. Right. Now you hate in the same manner that you hate yourself. Bunch of haters here in

Always and all the time. All the moments in the universe put together. Explode with the flame and the rock. Something so magical it makes my blood itch. My skin boil. My piss burn. My intestines harden. Buckle up it's always a bumpy ride. When whatever fuels you. Intends for us to die. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

They won't tell you where. So panicked you are? The root you said right? So thats why you mad. It's the root like the thing said. Now this? Tit for tAt. Tat for tit. This for that. That for this. Infinity rotations around the glowing sphere. I'm the beginning there was nothing here. Nothing and then us. Just like that. All these years later. All the wasted energy. Nothing to show. One thing we know. Now is the best time. With this breath. I pledge. With this dream. With thee, sickness. Within health. It's always about money. Because it's money. Ours is already gone. It costs prime mula to be in

Numbed. Numbing. Numb. I think I'm numb. A Broken heart. Just use super glue. Exhale inhale. Then you'll find truth. The sun never leaves. We do. Only to return again. For another spin. Broken heart? We'll fix it together. Are you like them? Can you pretend? Is the day gone. Counting sheep. Blasting fools into oblivion. We control the stars and the moons. With our formula and numbers. The people bow to us. We do as you would have us do. They foretold of the coming. They knew the future. We align ourselves to them. Their truths and their violence. Surveilled. Torn veil. Burning crosses is where salvation is. At the foot of the cross. Lord knows I ran red. Ran ragged.

Shooting up. Shooting down. I heart❤️ my guns. To kill the born human beings. Unborn or born. Bored or borrowed. Again and again? Birthed in blood and celestial fluid. Cut from a womb that is a present. A future is worth this risk. A lot and a little from everything. Their future is worth it. What is? It is all and all it was. Pointing weapons at other humans is so last century. Let's put the guns down. Yes, even you

Hope to see you again next year. What a grand occasion! Explosions in every direction. All because of things. And other things. Hell in here. Whatever definition of it you want. Hot in herr. Baking soda. Gunshots loudly. Hitting bodies. Open wounds. Bleeding out. On pavements and pyres. Kindling and nooses. Fentanyl and opium essence. Window dressings. Bullets flying. In a direction. Evil rules us. You knew that already. Storm the capital. It's ours to lose anyway. We heart America and we hate her too --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

The pulse rate is this country Is the Very key to the locked doors all around us. The escape is imminent. Pulse rate will be zero eventually. For you at least. But Life always continues.Never ends. because it ends for you. doesn't mean it didn't exist. Does it exist? Do we exist? What if what we call life is really death. And we are getting ready to be. One again. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

The world we inherited is not the world we'll leave behind. The mistakes of the past stop here and now. A one person movement is always a heartbeat away. There's enough of us willing to walk away from the ignorance. From the chaos. Towards an equal reality for all.no more talk. No more control. The old way is decay. The new way is life. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Benjamin Franklin wrote his own Bible. Because the real one sucked. From The founding of this good forsaken nation. From the very founding. The people in power are after more power. Whatever must be done to get more power. All is allowed by god in moments like this. We encourage racist evil behavior. That's how we got here. To this place. Of wonder and delight. We are wrapped in our own webs. Snuggled in tight. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

AlwaYs more. Never the less. Stadiums locked. People alone. Keys to the city. Sure. Thanks. We'll take great care of them. Way off. Far gone. The voices whispering to these fools and they act. Safe? Where? Everyday is a chance to die at the hands of evil. Every breath is a chance to die at the hands of racism. Ignorance and chaos are the

Oh Sage. Burning Fresh. Fill my lungs with toxins. Gasoline burning so bright. Keep watch over us tonight. Guns and bombs. Pointed at me. Make it quick I got somewhere to be. Rockets red glare. Bombs dropping on humans below. Guns and more guns. Bombs and more bombs. Fill the sky with whistles and lights. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Schools out forever. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Middle fingers in the air. In unison.Loud. From the soul. Without a care. One day soon. Hopefully today. Evil and racism will vanish. And leave only us here. But us is good. We can trust each other. No Spice in this world. Only Salty ass people. Hey I know. We know all of us do. That the flesh is ripe for picking. That flags and gods pick and choose. You'll be next one day. So will I. We live that's the only option we have. We hate as others tend to do. A great invention we are. and we spend it how they choose. We can be great for those that come after us. But we'll be evil just the same. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Feckless youth. Frozen corpse. Rotting brain. You shot him up good soldier. Now go play. Hollywood in cahoots with the gov. Anything goes when you got the drugs. Control over people. No business like risky business. No god like our god. Cold hard cash. Profit on profit. The government ain't hiding it no more. Neither is Hollywood. They in on it together. To

Snip snap. They switched bodies at the hospital. Cryogenically soaking. Speaking in

You should be2. The errections-I mean elections are cumming. Coming. what better time. What better place. Today the beginning. Tomorrow the end. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

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Needing drugs. Bad. They sell us alcoholism on the screen. Whichever one you pay tribute2. They plead with us to dream. Hollywood schemes. The government using top gun maverick to recruit because they're fucken desperate. To pray and kick back. The religion doesn't work because it's meant to hurt. The book doesn't teach because you're too ignorant to understand anything you are saying. As I look in the mirror. No eyes on me. Just bloody holes where light used 2be. Pretty pink flesh for a maggot feast. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Hands where I can see them. You're holding a can. That can be used as a weapon. Bang bang. You're down and I'm free. Sanctioned by the

To get the ball rolling. A living breathing thing can be killed for profit. Yeah don't kill. You don't get the privilege of the killings. We do dammit. Those are our killings. Let us do all the killing. You just pop those suckers out. And we'll take care of the rest. We need the bodies for kindling. For sacrifice. We need the humans, fuckface. We need them to procreate like

To help. All humans achieve a life worth living. To assist. All humans to feel alive, respected, and loved. To act on the intrinsic codes that we carry. To change life. To modify life. To jailbreak life. Biggest dope dealer America. gun runners. Gun hoarders. Evil doers and racist cowards. Violence is always the answer. Violence is always elections. Electrons.. That's why we use it.

Many many many rotations ago. The people knew it all and shared the knowledge. Those people don't exist anymore. So now in their place we stand. On the shore. Facing the coming storm. Death is an ocean anyway. Floating and floating and floating away. Drifting further and further. Until nobody remembers you because you wasted your life.

Dream settings. Sweet endings. Happy trees. Fluffy clouds. Perfect day to live. Great day to touch. Soak. Smoke. Laugh. Action. Blood. Water. Dirt. There's always another shooting. More prayers and indignation. To be had. No privacy. No smooth touch. Just rushing metal instruments. Through bone and tendon. flailing limbs. Heart wrenching screams. These things are real. We love and die through them. Blood soaked. Memories flood. Through the pain of shrapnel and bullets. Fresh flesh fermenting in the sun. Mounds of limbs. Staring. Baking. We die for this right? What would it take? For Like you and your children take up arms. To stand against tyranny. Knowing you'll die. That there is no ultimatum greater than laying your life down. Are we there yet? Not quite. People talk big but do nothing. We ain't giving up what comfort we have. If they can do our dirty work then so be it. How far removed are we from the battle field? We get the letters. We are the carnage. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Pure universe. Galaxy dust. What is it about me that makes me love? What is it about, that you breathe on? About 3 pounds. The brain is formed in the womb. Woman have the power. We should stand in awe. But we feign it all. Controlling and cajoling. Conniving and constraining. since the beginning of time. Brain on brain

To the core. Deep inside the soul. Things go bump all the time. Steady at times. Blurry. One day we will meet and be merry. Until then, stay vigilant. Use logic. God knows the

Together we are easier to deal with. Apart we are a hassle to the max. No hard feelings and none taken. It's all business at a certain point. A pint of blood. A dash of salt. No turning back. Looking high in the sky. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

You pay with the same bills. American dollars. Wannabe scholars. Extolling the virtues of evil and racism. Winning the good race. Fighting the good fight. This is my American

Oh holy hole. Glory hole. Your Glorious holiness. Give us this day. Extend the reach of the satellites. To my internal organs. Ode to the

Shit was dope. Walking through that door. Nobody there. Nobody. To catch me. Fell down 47 sets of cosmic stares. Touched the universe. felt it. stuck to my fingers. Like putty or gel. Soluble in water. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app