Eve Codeword. Extinction Bunnies

 Crystal Castle This is Conspiracy theory. Something is going on. A lot of commercials I am seeing show Castles, and it’s like a Castle commercial followed after another Castle commercial (different product) Disneyland and another with one of the droid Smart phones. What’s up with all of the super science fiction technology with the Air Force commercials and Navy, the Black friday promoters are now promoting new technologies for more death.

We’re seeing C-130s that can advance propel vertical take off and land, in these new up-scale looking cities, these vehicles are like spaceships. The government are fooling us, but how bad? Eve is codeword and white bunny in what I have heard for the elitist wiping off the slate. ‘Zombie apocalypse’ movies [REX 84] part of the sewer zombie fight war (they call the end of days). You think they don’t already have us Catalogued, I know I am.

There was a nuclear war that involved them and up until that time they were advanced and had a high quality of life. Unless it was like today where the government (skunkworks) keeps things top secret, apocryphal that only people in the know would know how to technically describe these things. The layman are as dumb and kept down as we were in 9/11.

There were stories of them using crystals as their only power source. If they had this unlimited power from crystals, why would they need to go along our same path of fossil fuels and coal mining? The crystals could have been everywhere…and over mined out of existence. Their industry/civilization footprint would have been considerable smaller than ours.
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Essays by Wendell Berry 

    But Huck’s voice is both fresher and historically more improbable than those. There is something miraculous about it. It is not Mark Twain’s voice. It is the voice, we can only say, of a great genius named Huckleberry Finn, who inhabited a somewhat lesser genius named Mark Twain, who inhabited a frustrated businessman named Samuel Clemens. And Huck speaks of and for and as his place, the gathering place of the continent’s inland waters. His is a voice governed always by the need to flow, to moved outward.
       It seems miraculous also that this voice should have risen suddenly out of the practice of "comic journalism," a genre amusing enough sometimes, but extremely limited, now hard to read and impossible to need.

King Lear

 
Goneril. This man hath had good counsel. A hundred knights!
‘Tis politic and safe to let him keep
At point a hundred knights: yes, that on every dream,
Each buzz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike,
He may enguard his dotage with their pow’rs
And hold our lives in mercy. Oswald, I say!

Goneril.  Safer than trust too far.
Let me still take away the harms I fear,
Not fear still to be taken. I know his heart.
What he hath uttered I have writ my sister.
If she sustain him and his hundred knights,
When I have showed th’ unfitness——

Enter Oswald.

Annie Edison.
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Charming Kitty

Un ciclo de no acabar
 
Sunday, November 27, 2011

Mañana será un nuevo dia en mi trabajo y me acabo de ver una de esas peliculas romanticonas, aqui está el poster promocional