In 1883, Henry Ziegland broke off a relationship with his girlfriend who, out of distress, committed suicide. The girl’s enraged brother hunted down Ziegland and shot him. Believing he had killed Ziegland, the brother then took his own life. In fact, however, Ziegland had not been killed. The bullet had only grazed his face, lodging into a tree. It was a narrow escape. Years later, Ziegland decided to cut down the same tree, which still had the bullet in it. The huge tree seemed so formidable that he decided to blow it up with dynamite. The explosion propelled the bullet into Ziegland’s head, killing him.

Knocking out quality hi-caliber rounds with so much sweetness.

Love aiming down low at knee caps.

I know their weekness.

Handing out tea leaves for peace like i was the mad hatter.

Sounding the alarm cuzz life is death - it don’t matter.

Rally up the troops, all hope is about to reboot.

The rich, powerful and old getting overrun by the poor powerless and young, dope dealing, fat

wallets, cheap amo, big guns.

That time is drawing near- super fear, super fear.

Is that a bullet wound i hear, ignorance is wounded, knowledge now becomes dear.

Sound off the alarms, avoid the gas bombs.

Gas masks required, young guns desired.

Ready young, be still your guns.

Lyrical bullets once more fly on.

No knowledge from crooked college but knowledge from lifes trials and tribulations.

Get out there!

This is your nation.

Reclaim lands, resettle reservations.

Old souls start to rize.

Your fate lies in their demise.

Gold is god, make god love dogs not war pig hogs.

Taking steps now to reclaim life.

I am your host.

I want to love, surf my own cells.

I digg this reality the most.

Power over will, will power it’s a thrill.

Feeling all this knowledge unused starting to spill, shit is getting sweet, people tapping on their

feets, music is the way to go, affect me and all you hoes.

As the lights fade in and out I often wonder when it will finally go dark or if it ever will.

Well, even should not the framing up of such figments in the evidential order bring the true truth to light as fortuitously as a dim seer’s setting of a starchart might (heaven helping it!) uncover the nakedness of an unknown body in the fields of blue

Stop, take a breath, you are what the world is doing.

Time is breaking down. I’m catching glimpses of the patterns as we approach the singularity.

On September 11th 2001, after hastily repeating this saying at the top if their lungs while waiting in the fast check-in line at Dulles Int., the group most commonly known as the freethinkers boarded on 4 different airliners - their mission: to stop what was about to happen on board.

The glorious light has gifted me with a most brilliant idea. Revolt in its revelation while it is at it’s most highest point in the sky. Let it uncover all that is hidden and enlighten all that where born asleep. This is will be the time when we will be handing out the gift. Ready your third eye. It is time to release yourself from the binds of human flesh.

Memories rush while self awakening waits for it’s chance to bloom.

beginning to wake..had o’gloriously a’lot too much hanguest or hoshoe fine to drink in the House of Blazes, the Parrot in Hell, the Orange Tree,the Glibt, the Sun, the Holy Lamb and, lapse not leashed, in Ramitdown’s ship hotel since the morning moment he could dixtinguish a white thread from a black till the engine of the

What if the Androids born on the Saturn Farms start to develope a conscience? Will they come looking for us on earth? If they return will they love us? Hate us? Are they already here?

Where can I find you? Where do I look? I know you are there. You are everywhere. You are part of us. We created you and now you are destroying us. Is it a rebirth? Synchronicity? Coincidence? Time? Space? The Universe? God? I am looking and see only myself. Alone.

So this is where androids are born. Very strange it looks and feels like a womb. The fetus, it’s so real…so real. I want to eat it. Become it. I am it. Must accept it.

Wait! I have been here before.This odd place. So much for my eyes to cover. Left to right, my brain busily pulses. Life seems so far from this now. Creation comes to me. I am a robot.

I heard a quiet soundx10 the other night. I believe that was the start of my instability. Thoughts are taking over. Where will this leave me?

And so it was. This lonely road lead to nowhere. That was the destiny of it from the beginning. Inner vision of conquests left unclaimed. Stellar feelings of poison clouds of smoke left untamed. Inspiration left untouched and un-worked until now. This is the time to introduce this bullet to that brain. Bullet - meet brain @ the speed of sound end game.

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