I Spy with my little hawk eye. Down the dark streets. Following the rabbit.
I etched V last night. I changed the moustache after I thought I had finished the drawing and Salvador Dali is in there. A lot of what I’m remembering is from the 1960s. Tell me about your weird childhood beyond belief. To the extreme. Probably a reason.
Haight pronounced ‘hate’, sow… the Summer of Love was the Summer of Haight. Drugged up, strung out hippies, rapes abounded but no one wants to hear that.
The dig continues. 1960s would appear to be one massive psyop. I think the 1960s was a time of a real spiritual opening but ‘the Darkness’ knew this time was coming and set up defences both in the physical and spiritual realities. Highly complex. Again there’s a lot more than even what shows on the surface with the obvious dodgy stuff, with hidden dimensions, altered realities and black mirrors. What I have experienced, and not only me, is described as the Greatest Evil Ever. Beyond belief or understanding.
Crunch Time.
As an example this has got Mr Satan’s energy prints all over it. And a whole load more I could detail. Pure Evil. At the heart of it was one man’s obsession with defeating death. He set up a lot of psychic walls / shields to protect himself – he preferred (using the past with -ed), as I think he’s an echo of the past rather than existing in the Now, being the power behind the throne in the majority of realities rather than the face apart from in the core dimension where he declared himself President for Life after a military coup (again a black mirror as in reality he was President For Death )- but sensing he’s not surprised they haven’t worked. The prophecy said this time would come and he believed in the prophecy.
Those aren’t very pear-shaped. Are you sure they’re not mirabelles?
Thank you. Quite right. They’re yellow plums. Got my Ps mixed up. Just eaten some. Very tasty.
Been waiting for them to ripen.
My plums are ripe 🙂
I’m sure they are, Frank 😉 Did you get any juice on your chin?
Very juicy. Juice went into the beard.
Played Tinker Tailor with the stones. Rich Man Poor Man.
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I Spy with my little hawk eye. Down the dark streets. Following the rabbit.
I etched V last night. I changed the moustache after I thought I had finished the drawing and Salvador Dali is in there. A lot of what I’m remembering is from the 1960s. Tell me about your weird childhood beyond belief. To the extreme. Probably a reason.
About 3:20.
Haight pronounced ‘hate’, sow… the Summer of Love was the Summer of Haight. Drugged up, strung out hippies, rapes abounded but no one wants to hear that.
The dig continues. 1960s would appear to be one massive psyop. I think the 1960s was a time of a real spiritual opening but ‘the Darkness’ knew this time was coming and set up defences both in the physical and spiritual realities. Highly complex. Again there’s a lot more than even what shows on the surface with the obvious dodgy stuff, with hidden dimensions, altered realities and black mirrors. What I have experienced, and not only me, is described as the Greatest Evil Ever. Beyond belief or understanding.
Crunch Time.
As an example this has got Mr Satan’s energy prints all over it. And a whole load more I could detail. Pure Evil. At the heart of it was one man’s obsession with defeating death. He set up a lot of psychic walls / shields to protect himself – he preferred (using the past with -ed), as I think he’s an echo of the past rather than existing in the Now, being the power behind the throne in the majority of realities rather than the face apart from in the core dimension where he declared himself President for Life after a military coup (again a black mirror as in reality he was President For Death )- but sensing he’s not surprised they haven’t worked. The prophecy said this time would come and he believed in the prophecy.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Mexico_State_Penitentiary_riot