to believe i sprokened to call dis an AESOP miracle just for a second; as if the Valdeez and Yuan had found Arabian Coffers spilled all over the Carribean Galactica ... or something

maybe didn't... and Shakespeare ties that same story of some kind of ... betrayal ... to his famous words and those words somehow in my mind directly link to the kiss of Judas. Another table, another era; and one less "mesa" ... but again here we are staring at what is supposed to be an obvious and clear "technical revolution" of the progress of democracy--one that's clearly been stalled and halted by things like "not amending the Constitution properly" (that's according to me, and that's before really seeing you) ... and then here even in a place where we can acknowledge that those laws are archaic and backwards and not "up to speed" with the current needs of a technocratic civilization, we still fail to do anything about "voting for ideas over people" something he once said was a victory--or about the world's software degrading to something less than even remotely "unclear" ... communication itself is clearly being lost, and it's clearly something to do with "censorship" and something to do with "a secret" and something to do with ...

If I could tell you, I really can't discerne what exactly it is that Dave says in his songs stands between "what we see" and "what we do."

[a chanukah miracle!]

To be standing here and having an actual well schooled and intelligent rabbi trying to rewrite the meaning of the word "anarchy" ... in order to promote it; to say it's something other than ... "anarchy" that's the crux of what I see--a world that just wants to skip ahead, to fast forward through all the work and the struggle of actually rebuilding or building something that works; to "assuming" the system that allowed for this place to be ... so poorly managed, that it must be everything it says or shows or makes believe it truly isn't capable of ... "emancipation" of something that doesn't like the word water, and doesn't like the idea of being masses, or massless; and on top of all that doesn't even want to put it's two cents in--other than to say, I'm with Ivan or I'm with Taylor or "long live Bianca" and through it all, words like "now that you're gone, I can finally step up and move along" ...

Back to the sky; I suppose ... is what it is that the "river" means to Taylor, and I just wonder in our song what's left here--if I was wrong to assume our system wouldn't have allowed the mass slavery of entire civilization and to believe that your "brains" must be simulated ... as in "not actually here" but rather there--or just to assume you wouldn't be so damned hubratically sure that whatever you are ... it's so far above and so far advanced of the "things you pretend to be here" that you can just disregard the mass enslavement of them or yourselves or whatever it truly is; to look around and show you in this place, it's clear we care more for animals than for each other, and it's surely obvious that in the grand scheme---were we not so wrong here--we might have been right about "being so much more advanced." It's that leap to something so much smarter and so much ... more capable; like growing fingers and exiting the womb, that's the kind of experience and the magical leap forward I envision the ascension and the singularity to be--except here we are,

NEGA-OIL: in a symphonic creschendo straight out of Carnegie's "Old Bailey" ...

` "Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition!

The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.

Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V." ` https://bookroo.com/quotes/v-for-vendetta