“Well hand me a can of Campbell’s soup!”

What state do we actually live in, can we even tell, we are told magnificent things about the human brain and how it may be operating, controlling senses and responses, but can it even be controlling realities. I think so, mainly because I know so, but as we rely heavily on our sciences and artefacts for evidence and explanation, what could really be happening in the 3-Dimensional Society that we all live in. What exists outside the bar, what else is co-habituating with us like a silent usher? And how many human or should I say un-human senses may we actually have?

We know we have allotted a part of our brain for spirituality, in which to gather faith and fable about our creation, an area of personal development for a higher plane. But what really is this higher plane, and how can it ever be best described. Well I’ll have a go, “OK, G.O.D. what is the actual picture?” – “Is it just a mindscape or is there more to it, so, how is G.O.D. operating?”, well as in the Matrix movies you can “take the blue or red pill”, you can fall back into our known existence or slipstream out of it for just a moment to get the mega-symposium called ‘ultra-reality’. Imagine, we as individuals may be randomly searched by a super-system, and our brainwaves and realities slightly co-erced toward another existence, like climbing a rope. Maybe!.

But enough gabble, here it is. We may be all in fact ‘Tamagotchi pets’ (Japanese digital toy) to a higher reality; well I am at least, being trapped in a finite existence, us ourselves becoming a television experience or transmission for other beings or parties. The Matrix is real, but is contained in what we feebly could call 5th or 7th dimensions, and we may need physics or an actual TV show to explain it, eventually, but as individuals we may start to sense how we are unique or operate in different ways. Social problems like Schizophrenia, or being ‘out of your mind’, may have actual tangible understandings, as being a simple breach or expansion into these other dimensions, thus-fore inviting exposure of the needs and identities of alien sentient forms (Steven Spielberg style), as this is the way they are presented to us earthlings, via UFO culture.

Hint: Why is it that objects tend to ‘breathe’ after taking acid, and why would you lose the plot and hear voices anyway after taking any drug, whether it be pot, mushies, speed or ectasy, it is all to do with your mind breaking normal functioning protocol and letting those pesky aliens and the super-universe into your brainspace. It’s all love ain’t it… not really perhaps?!

There are different levels of terrifying facts and understanding to rip this understanding apart, mainly disclosure from the Governments, and the super-para-play from the underworld military/gangster types, which as always will operate on a monkey see, monkey do measure. The infinite is not about politics it is about the actual control of realities. Governments are about keeping the schools & businesses open and letting the next round of generations through the tax paying door. All good for the war machine and religious battles we may have… onward Christian soldiers etc.

Anyway, ‘rabbit out of the hat’, and pushing all the buttons, welcome to wadehole, a tribute to Andy Warhol(a) and his efforts in repetition indifference.

Title; PLECTRUM, The broken parachute and beyond,

Author; Grand-master flush, and the furrell-ous FIVE, g.wade.

Hypothesis; How broken dialects, pro-divistate, anything but an oxy-moron, for dis-temper.? And how do we ‘realise’ a most real language is not a passion but a function.

Overview; As in rock-climbing, the climber is offered support by the ‘blair’ that holds the rope, to then perhaps prevent the climber hitting the ground. Timing and skill, as you need to take the slack of the rope to maintain the relationship, yes, this is climbing we are talking about. Within this gesticulation is in which the nature of which this THESIS topic will be written. So don’t forget, as it is obviously a style thing.

Synopsis; As with most thing that choose to flail, it most obviously ends at its tether, and to commote this problem further, we are going to have to pick on respondents’, in this case, th squeaky gate gets oiled first. We’ll use hints as you are all technically insane in any case. Hint: THE BLAIR WITCH PROJECT, (yes, that faggot of a movie), will become the oxy-moronic dis-temper, to punch some of these ideas out.

Chapter One; The Wicker Test

The ‘Blair Witch’ as it tastes, is to do with the characters in a world that has lost the certainties Americans thought they possessed, as early as marked through the 60’s (knob-scott), for one thing the nihilistic 90’s, America had been globalised itself, with all disorientation that entails. We’ve been too busy Americanising ourselves like dead-harpies, getting post-recessent, for a N.W.O. or the end of the world that it would have brought anyway. In this the rest of the world could never be influenced or changed by the foreigners they encountered.

In any-case. We never hesitated to apply these somewhat ionic American ‘lush come static’ standards on and to ourselves, and anyone who crossed the path of their constant Blair-isation of any-nation including the dul-dresses of our own Australia (and punch in China too). Evil and sulled as they are in their corporate feudalistic reliance’s. They are purely the endoscope of all dissipation with identity verses reality.

The way the harope’ themselves within their Health system, makes you wanna-puke, and within crime give’s you enterprise, and hence with all the shit-shot programs, we get to enflay ours-selves, like we were there.

The expression of pride in all technology at there disposal, would all but call a path to madness, “we got so much power we could power a small country for a month” is a quote from Heather (The Blair Witch Project). This new technology seemed to offer them a new freedom, like Metric over Imperial measurement, but at the same time it leads them astray in the wilderness, where they lose there bearing and are possibly destroyed as within it’s knowledge.

As where the line blurs between human and the animal, as long as men were content with their rustic huts, as long they were limited to sewing their clothing of skins with thorns or fish bones, maintaining a golden mean between the indolence of the primitive state and the petulant activity of our vanities, must have been the happiest and most durable E.P.O.C.H.

Chapter Two; The Whore’s Hustle

‘The Sound of Quacking’ – Just as in Gilligan’s Island, H.I.M. becomes the ideological conscience of the street-corner, the one who always re-calls the other caste-a way’s… to their demonic yet if you would have ‘em democratic selves. She dares she re-writes her dairies, thus representing the traditional idea of a Hollywood harlot of feminine pulchritude. Here, another model of Preeminence and an equally familiar claim to rule, wealth and social position; a rut-sack of share in the skills of non-maturity. He screams, I know navigation so how’s your pilot? You don’t have to agree with everyone do you?

The hardest think of all it realize the constructs of being at the end of your rope, as in Australia, a burgeoning convict enterprise, how could you ever get to manage an Anti-Christ, The-Living-End having been so hipped up on Jesus-Christ as some sort of anti-dote to being brail to some nigger-routine. And as of it all being in Brisbane, why wasn’t it Hamburg, on a map it shows up as some uncharted area of Australia, New Holland. Next to next, just send me a postcard of where it’s at!

Yes, I met ‘Suffering Jesus’, he was at the local Swimming Pool! Where is this fortress, the citadel of the sky! Queens Beez! Ain’t no ZIPCODE!

IT IS NOT CIVILISATION ITSELF. SO ASH CIVIC, IT AIN’T CLOSER. THEY’RE ALL DEAD!

Chapter Three; Throwing The Dingo

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