I thought about it all day.
I knew the other gumshoe would drop.
Flying high on that little string of hope...
And then I saw it...
The way out for him, the way home for me, the way down for them, and the way up for Him. Busy day...busy...busy...busy.
He stopped by...took a look into my heart...made the money catch...and then banked on the wrong shoulder...
So close.
It happens all the time. If I step out of my comfort zone...more than 2-Thetas off the norm...I get bitch-slapped with a reality-check...and have to adjust the entire board again...just to keep two Rooks and the Queen from sliding off into oblivion.
Damn the Bishops. They sunk themselves. Elementary School? really...
Is there a point to this code?
Yes.
Find the lime in the Mexican Desert. Count the femurs...line them up...and extrapolate the top 15 most wanted at the DEA from Texas, Arizona, and New Mexico.
If you have DNA, all the better, but those bones tell the story. Ma'am is ruthless...
And those boys all made love with their boots on.
About size 12-14, I'd wager.
She kept their hats. It's circumstantial but their mothers gave them their hats as Christmas gifts. She's foxy...that one...but all psychopaths have one thing in common...they lie to themselves better than they do to Authorities.
Unravel it.
I've had enough strings for one day.
~AC
Monday, October 27, 2014
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Are you F&%$in' Kidding ME?!
I just put all the little duckies in a row.
They traded in one night of ass for fame and fortune and got screwed...because I am still walking and talking and playing with the money they all wish they could have...
It's a game.
It's a sick, wanna-be-something-other-than-a-pawn game...on a board they see through a 9-millimeter shell casing...(nice skin graph...)
There are miles and miles of style above this, Boys.
And if you think I am goin' down as a victim to a sick game of half-a-brain-mind-fuck you got another think coming.
I am looking forward to seeing your records come back.
Let's start with the cocaine...in Mecklenburg...the judge...the money...the time in jail that was magically turned into time served on the job...and a plant from the Navy...who was really an agent for Mossad...and then the Pothead who thought he saw an easy score...and hooked his way across the country into my life just to be ushered out by those closest to me...the day the Agent walked in to the Natural Way.
It's gonna be a short walk off a high cliff, Gentlemen.
Because when my Dad is done with surveillance on me, I'll have found the top of the pyramid, and everyone else will be looking at each other going, "Who me?".
I like it.
I like to so much I am putting it in Hollywood.
But, you'll all be played by real actors.
And I will laugh all the way to the lawyers office and back to the bank.
Peace.
~AC
They traded in one night of ass for fame and fortune and got screwed...because I am still walking and talking and playing with the money they all wish they could have...
It's a game.
It's a sick, wanna-be-something-other-than-a-pawn game...on a board they see through a 9-millimeter shell casing...(nice skin graph...)
There are miles and miles of style above this, Boys.
And if you think I am goin' down as a victim to a sick game of half-a-brain-mind-fuck you got another think coming.
I am looking forward to seeing your records come back.
Let's start with the cocaine...in Mecklenburg...the judge...the money...the time in jail that was magically turned into time served on the job...and a plant from the Navy...who was really an agent for Mossad...and then the Pothead who thought he saw an easy score...and hooked his way across the country into my life just to be ushered out by those closest to me...the day the Agent walked in to the Natural Way.
It's gonna be a short walk off a high cliff, Gentlemen.
Because when my Dad is done with surveillance on me, I'll have found the top of the pyramid, and everyone else will be looking at each other going, "Who me?".
I like it.
I like to so much I am putting it in Hollywood.
But, you'll all be played by real actors.
And I will laugh all the way to the lawyers office and back to the bank.
Peace.
~AC
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Ya THINK?!
Irritated?
Yes.
Hands-tied?
Not even remotely, Sweetheart.
If it looks like I am going to be beaten...it's because I want you to think that way...you loosen your grip on me...and I slip right through your fingers like mist. One day, I will be gone and then you will know, it is my protection you seek, not the other way 'round.
This is my Music...my Art...my Creative Genius working in the world. It is my world to turn around, to reorganize, and to re-balance. It is my world to clean-up, disinfect, and cuddle. It is my life to conform to and then destroy the Status Quo.
If you feel unsure of your next step, just remember, God's got this. I'm just holding down my part of his plan -- which includes being a royal pain in the arse to anyone who chooses to lie, cheat, or steal from me. The murderers just get sliced to ribbons as the land shifts under the Brotherhood's feet.
I know enough to know this is anything but a critical juncture. Critical is standing in the Oval Office putting American lives at stake in War. Critical is standing at the podium in front of the entire UN to discuss the big issues that effect humanity. Critical is being too afraid to live and too alive to die.
Critical is perspective.
Reality is Reality.
All I have is time.
And I am enormously patient.
So, what do you say we stop hacking and get to working leads like we're paid to do, huh?
~AC
Yes.
Hands-tied?
Not even remotely, Sweetheart.
If it looks like I am going to be beaten...it's because I want you to think that way...you loosen your grip on me...and I slip right through your fingers like mist. One day, I will be gone and then you will know, it is my protection you seek, not the other way 'round.
This is my Music...my Art...my Creative Genius working in the world. It is my world to turn around, to reorganize, and to re-balance. It is my world to clean-up, disinfect, and cuddle. It is my life to conform to and then destroy the Status Quo.
If you feel unsure of your next step, just remember, God's got this. I'm just holding down my part of his plan -- which includes being a royal pain in the arse to anyone who chooses to lie, cheat, or steal from me. The murderers just get sliced to ribbons as the land shifts under the Brotherhood's feet.
I know enough to know this is anything but a critical juncture. Critical is standing in the Oval Office putting American lives at stake in War. Critical is standing at the podium in front of the entire UN to discuss the big issues that effect humanity. Critical is being too afraid to live and too alive to die.
Critical is perspective.
Reality is Reality.
All I have is time.
And I am enormously patient.
So, what do you say we stop hacking and get to working leads like we're paid to do, huh?
~AC
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Wasted Leads, Wasted Energy, Wasted Moles
It came to my attention last night that there is a mole (Winter) over-seeing every department in our disenfranchised branches of the .gov system. Basically, these disenfranchised branches include everyone who refuses to accept that Homeland is the new umbrella -- over all the little mice who do their jobs and all of the little moles who are going to be exterminated.
I realize that moles are difficult to kill. Mice, well mice just need a little cheese. But, moles live underground. I grew up in the underground so I know a little of the mentality. It goes something like this. If I believe 'blindly' that I have all this knowledge and no one listens to me --then maybe I can recruit enough people who also feel as if no one listens to them -- and then I can start my own little mole think tank collective.
Fine in theory.
But, in practice it's akin to mutiny.
And anyone on the payroll who sells out National Security is a Terrorist.
So, let's sum up.
Agent Winter, you are hereby called to task on the fact that you are building a clandestine organization to take over our semi-well-managed Homeland ship. I ask, politely at first, for you to do your duty to your country and think about the repercussions of your actions. You have allowed a child to die on your watch because you believe you are rightfully in charge of my position in Intelligence and Security.
Please stand down.
The next time I catch you or another mole connected with you in one of my mole traps...I will consider it a threat to National Security and will have you water-boarded.
Have you ever poured water down a mole hole?
That is all.
~AC
I realize that moles are difficult to kill. Mice, well mice just need a little cheese. But, moles live underground. I grew up in the underground so I know a little of the mentality. It goes something like this. If I believe 'blindly' that I have all this knowledge and no one listens to me --then maybe I can recruit enough people who also feel as if no one listens to them -- and then I can start my own little mole think tank collective.
Fine in theory.
But, in practice it's akin to mutiny.
And anyone on the payroll who sells out National Security is a Terrorist.
So, let's sum up.
Agent Winter, you are hereby called to task on the fact that you are building a clandestine organization to take over our semi-well-managed Homeland ship. I ask, politely at first, for you to do your duty to your country and think about the repercussions of your actions. You have allowed a child to die on your watch because you believe you are rightfully in charge of my position in Intelligence and Security.
Please stand down.
The next time I catch you or another mole connected with you in one of my mole traps...I will consider it a threat to National Security and will have you water-boarded.
Have you ever poured water down a mole hole?
That is all.
~AC
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
A Marvelous Breakthrough
I love it when I sleep enough to get the Imagination going in my waking conscious state. It's been a long day of combining Binaural Beat Technology and Acoustics with Nuclear Radiation Theory, Mid-Brain Physiology, and Astrology in a crucible.
It seems that we really can heal ourselves through a simple exercise of meditation and attunement. I know that most of the New Age 'psuedo-scientific flotsam' out there is making the hard-headed Intellectuals cringe -- but hear me out.
It seems that in order to reverse the damage of nuclear fall-out we need only time, an open mind, and a correct frequency. The actual equations are far beyond my mathematical capabilities. Luckily, I was blessed with an education in something much simpler -- Astrology.
Binaural Beat Technology, although it has been around a while, is actually pretty amazing. If someone who is suffering from Cancer, for instance, there is a bona fide certified way to get around slash, poison, and burn. It amazes me that the Doctor's who keep practicing leeching have refused other options.
Now we do have some gene and stem-cell therapies. This is a fine example of heading in the right direction. Decrypting the genome and finding instances of missing, repeated, or transposed DNA is brilliant science. Rebuilding parts for implementation is fantastic. But, there is something even simpler than that -- assuming you are just suffering from the worst of the worst medical conditions -- radiation sickness.
What if I told you that a specific frequency could repair the damage from the actual free radicals from nuclear fall-out -- or radiation sickness. Would you want to know more?
What if it were possible to find the exact frequency that -- like light and dark matter -- simply annihilates the dangerous radiation that is poisoning our beautiful planet and its flora/fauna?
It is, you know.
It is as simple as picking-up a Tone generator, knowing your Ascendant and Sun sign, and smiling all the way through eternity. Fountain of Youth it is not...but I am sure it will prolong the lives of thousands...and in the real world...out-living the rest of you neighbors is a great way to prove a point.
Let's go Zion.
There's a Universe waiting.
~AC
It seems that we really can heal ourselves through a simple exercise of meditation and attunement. I know that most of the New Age 'psuedo-scientific flotsam' out there is making the hard-headed Intellectuals cringe -- but hear me out.
It seems that in order to reverse the damage of nuclear fall-out we need only time, an open mind, and a correct frequency. The actual equations are far beyond my mathematical capabilities. Luckily, I was blessed with an education in something much simpler -- Astrology.
Binaural Beat Technology, although it has been around a while, is actually pretty amazing. If someone who is suffering from Cancer, for instance, there is a bona fide certified way to get around slash, poison, and burn. It amazes me that the Doctor's who keep practicing leeching have refused other options.
Now we do have some gene and stem-cell therapies. This is a fine example of heading in the right direction. Decrypting the genome and finding instances of missing, repeated, or transposed DNA is brilliant science. Rebuilding parts for implementation is fantastic. But, there is something even simpler than that -- assuming you are just suffering from the worst of the worst medical conditions -- radiation sickness.
What if I told you that a specific frequency could repair the damage from the actual free radicals from nuclear fall-out -- or radiation sickness. Would you want to know more?
What if it were possible to find the exact frequency that -- like light and dark matter -- simply annihilates the dangerous radiation that is poisoning our beautiful planet and its flora/fauna?
It is, you know.
It is as simple as picking-up a Tone generator, knowing your Ascendant and Sun sign, and smiling all the way through eternity. Fountain of Youth it is not...but I am sure it will prolong the lives of thousands...and in the real world...out-living the rest of you neighbors is a great way to prove a point.
Let's go Zion.
There's a Universe waiting.
~AC
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