Anti semitism is over. Jubilee year pays all debts. There is nothing left in the bank to knab. No more special snowflakes. That world is coming to an end. The alphabet bus is the short bus coming to throw everyone not in the bus under it's wheels. But it's a short bus. Their tread will be short. Before they go off the cliff. The future utopia they bank on is gonna be destroyed. It's like betting the banks of the Nile will hold. That's the original nihilism. When the banks fail don't follow the money. Follow the knabbers. An army is coming to destroy their world as it is being born. But not in favor of a future GOP world. This is a quiet army from a quiet part of the world. Right under your nose. It's a new world that's been here all along. And everyone has to get on board the rising land or fall into the falling abyss on all sides not just left and right. In case you haven't heard the great dishwasher is spinning and next comes the plates getting technotronic. That's biblical proportions level of rock and a hard place with a circling maelstrom in between. Kansas won't be in Kansas anymore smallville. Might be west and south of Kansas city. But you might not even feel it if you been stung by the scorpions stinger that puts you to sleep as it scatters the sheep. So the locusts can eat your good data and regurgitate bad data for you to eat. And the wolves can come and take over leadership at the golden corral. Because the ones that knab where you think you bank then sell you circus mirrors of every kind and color that flip dimensions vertically and sideways again so that you read the signs in front of the old building and think it's new and built by your side in the war that's coming when in reality it was already here and you are fighting over who gets to knab the cargo left by tribes from other times on every rivers bank. But as the waters flood here and dry there the not so old world from before the civil war and the old old west starts to rise in a way. And in a way the world we were born into will fall into the bottomless pit of too much accumulated knowledge and this old world of practical wisdom will rise and swallow it up. In the battle between the pure blooded to exterminate all the crippled brutes for the love of the burning bush of olives watch out for the fully grown sweet pea to rise from the ashes of his father's pipe. His pappy being the one eyed man of the seven seas Whose pappy was the ol goat himself. When hulkamania runs wild don't be with side A or side B. Theres a new record about to come out. And it's gonna make you sweat. Like the twist and the mashed potato and the Frankenstein and all the oldies but goodies.
Am i gonna get another stroke of luck for being a teller without a pen. I don't know but I have a heavy heart. So I'll shut up for now.
