Interested in Authentic Pioneer Quilting
Targeting dumb people.
Habitual early morning learning.
Excremental flow from my mouth,
Development of an approximate location,
an estimated duration.
Protagonist me… swiftly radicalizes havoc on my soul machine,
A vague opinion,
Obstructed reality,
The limitations of creation indeed.
Is individuality important?
Probably, probably lacking,
Consequently non-established
Functional free spirit to be.
Every word, about four letter or more I can not see in the same view.
Pick and chose then piece together, then "hooked on phonics" me,
This morning' learning, I'd ra th er br ea k th em all up and re ad th em goo de r.
The reorganization of an undiagnosed interpretation, discovery.
Relative, or pathologically oblivious?
Nominated a new perspective,
Fail into the charismatic minority
Good to know this morning anyway.
Targeting dumb people.
“Heaven to Betsy's, Galagar's galaxy. Holly flying monkey shit” was what the last entry read.
Garth's eyes fell from space to focus on his thumb with out really moving any at all. Why cant I get past this part? he’d continued to ask himself this throughout the entire creation of his book 6 step method to redefining {Data mining} in America as an invasion of privacy as a national treat.
“Broken scarlet wings of fire roles over a the starlit night, drowning the clear sky in red and death...” started to glide across the top of a 26 lined folded over note book with about 50% of the tare out pages missing and crumbled all across his floor.
“Broken scarlet wings of fire roles over a the starlit night, drowning the clear sky in red and death...” started to glide across the top of a 26 lined folded over note book with about 50% of the tare out pages missing and crumbled all across his floor.
Why cant I get past this part; he'd discouragingly ask him self? 'Garth knew It needed to be entrancing and inescapable. he knew it needed to be read; what it really didn't need is to make ant since. Thoughts like this thought bounced onto Garth, pounding his brain over and over; At first he was pretty sure he knew what to do; He'd write a bit and then; Scratch that, 24 lines left to try writing something worth a shit! Now this was most his repeated thought completions, his mantra each time another crumbled paper missed the trash can on the other side of the room.
There was a new sensation of smoking, Garth started feeling a constant burning in his longs, a slight irritation of heat in his sinus. Even as Garth wrote it off as too much smoking; A poisonous gas weaved and bowed, tucked and swayed, up through his floor vent, when hit by the sun just right it left a eerie dancing shadow on the a small part of his room by is plants, not in plan sight. A gas seeped into his office, a gas that was picked specifically for him because it was believed to cause lung cancer.
Garth spent the last six years as the primary speech writing for Illinois senator Antonio Valdez, and now Valdez was up for reelection. The previous three years of what seemed to be blissful paid vacation never was worth the foreseen year of self inflicted damnation.
Finishing Data Mining America was Garth's free time fixation, for the rest of his time he was employed as the Campaign Human Relations Officer, and as lead of the 2 party Speech writers. Being so close to elections he was scrambling to end his work; most the book was finished, from the second chapter to the end was all completed. Garth originally planed to make the second chapter the 1st and the 3rd the 2nd and 3rd but decided to leave it the way it lay, it needed a genuinely mind grabbing introduction, something hard to justify, something he'd have to tactfully or shamelessly bully into text. Gibberish, mouth crap, pure hyper rhetoric.
Ahhhh! He visually showed disgust; His hand clinched down onto his note book. Both the book and him were hungry for it, and Garth would probable have had it all pen fed across those empty pages by now if he had not got stuck to this stupid personal challenge of his. He was fixated on using gibberish that meant something cleaver or esoteric, in his case and for what Garth needed it for; this cheap tactic would be easy to explain later on in the book.
Poetry, rhythm in words and flow, easy reading mixed with mind feeding substance; He lipped silently the often mentally chanted simple list of rules he was trying to stay within.
Just then Garth chest ruled up and back with a sudden large pull of air, He really thought he knew what to write.
Ah it was like this though, one second he was on to something the next he was on to something else, sure about it one day then the next day he’d be sure he had been wrong all along.
He’s pen begin to guild again.
Within this old dusty notebook, with a stolen burger king pen he had seeded the secrets to true freedom. With not long for it to be recorded onto the computer the only thing left to do was create and addictive viral introduction.
He's pen started dancing again: "Helpless, a struggle continues endlessly,
Hopeless, the beast pursues relentlessly,
Continuously the rope tightens around the risk.
Congruent the open door swings, busted hinges breaking free & spilling over, empty.
Solitude' this fucking honestly,
More salt to burn with more open skin, dare I ask?, pretty, pretty, please,
Real is breading hostilities,
Pushed distractions distorting fears, my eyes are heavy now and killing me.
My cheeks are warmed by a hollow breath,
Shoulders tingle we're over worked again,
My finger tips are numb and stinging me, I'm having trouble bending them,
Sleep now is my enemy, I'd hate to think I'm giving in.
things to do, temptations we're given to and are singing louder then are responsibility,
sleep and hate make the pace and are winning over this opportunity"
"Money can hold on some, when they told some what the total lump sum was,
We'll sit in this deference, converting my cause
You know me, you don't? you care" probably not'
Still I wonder and worry and I can't help my self
from where I;m sitting I feel like I'm yelling and screaming and can't let you out".
Garth griped is pen harder wrinkling the back of his thumb; this was a poker sign that showed with a good hand, it also signaled when he had a good idea; in a haste trap his thoughts on paper he's pen started pounded out striking sound across the gritty economy paper he wrote this on; it sounded like a little machine gun ; hardly eligible by even him, the words started falling about 65 per minute, sometimes he goes as fast as 100 words but the quality would more then compensate and the extra time would be lost latter when he'd type something entirely different over what it appeared he had wrote earlier.
Looking over the pined in capital letters, Garth spared no criticism on him self as he read out loud: “I write this with the uneducated, poor and illiterate people in mind as well as the exceptionally educated, I intend to attempt to bridge the space between the contrasting lines of the two” His pen was stop with a emphatically sarcastic burst of laughter, after having moved for a only a few seconds: “this wont work, "Hi you're a dumb ass so read this book.” Garth understood peace wouldn't come easy. this book so close to completion, and he had no idea the depth that his theory would eventually sink him, he began again:
“I discarded the first draft as way to offensive by even my own assholish standard, I Garth Macarthur is now a conspiracy theorist on the brink of helping to free the poor and destitute from the residual binding of our wonderful countries poverty tide pool. The first thing I need to do is: show all you readers the deference between the rich and the poor besides the quality of food they eat and schools they go to. I need to then show all the things that may account for the capability limiting claimant in our poorer communities while making the reader care about those people, and sympathies to the way they're harmed by this phenomenon on a daily basis.”
Click, click, click, in a rapid repetition as his pen taped the desk. He wonder about Writing himself as a conspiracy theorist so soon in his book, is it well thought out? He new that word well, it would shut up pretty much any body when the tried to talk about those obvious yet sensitive problems often faced in politics. He wondered when that word got is negative connotation, he had used that word in his speeches for its studied effected on the areas majority. Out of 1000 voters unknowingly asked; 998 seemed to hate being called or considered a conspiracy theorist. so no that was not going to work either.
The micro machine gun pen fired out again, The burning in his lungs grew into coughing and sneezing, he's eye began watering he wanted to leave but at the same time he needed to finish his book.
"Faith is allotted only thus far' Blind faith is faith in mankind, And the truth changes People are good detectives. This cosmic misunderstanding will step down another generation along with these catch phrases and songs; Every new light sees the same subtitles, identical captions drift across the selected screen of a new and deferment show another ten year running, series by series by the hundreds; captivating. Created for the hearing impaired, and for the rest of us, provided by the truly impartial, A planet wide currency, Some change? I could exchange this dirty quarter in any country combined with a buck or two. Yelling; in god we trust, off the top of our world the U.S. Local isn't indifference and politicians here in America are illusionists. Singing their names loud to history as the soul discoverers of new directions discovered only by time and necessity, So quickly while there is still time Somebody pay them a quarter to go away.
He continued: Data was my Job, Jacob Valdez had two speech writers, Gary Tanner wrote for the small gatherings and designed the personal things to say to key individuals at fund raisers. I wrote the speech if there was any chance that it'd be aired on tv, I wrote to the majority, any one who's vote mattered I talked to them all of them at once by using key phrases like: Power, democracy, Numbers seen, 'First time' 'This time' 'Different' 'Young and old, Gay or strait' but not gay and strait. We found that using 'or' had been tested and shown to be crucial for the intended effect, using the term 'United state of America' should proceed the terms: Spin master, Media hype, Persona ambition. Different kinds of politics where all the same, a roller coaster ride of feelings and manipulation tactics, the majority never stood a chance to the power of key words and these hijacked phrases.
My job was choosing the best way to mention certain recent events to cause profound problems for an opponent during elections. I could cause a expanding social happening like a phrase virus that would spread across the country if needed. It seems like Scifi conspiracy maybe. Budweiser is the best resent example that every one could relate to. I phrase like, bud, wise, er, could sale bear just like introducing 'Unstable Gable' into key events and political sights cost Trisha Gable her seat in senate. By the final tally you could not talk to anyone about elections without hearing someone referring to Unstable Gable, the rumors where just a natural by product of the name. True it is easier to use a convenient name like Gable for spinning a handle, though every name is not the same I spent a long time being proud of that accomplishment, until one day my pride unpreemphasized into guilt and regret
That part is easy. knowing well how wording it in a minimalistic informative way; may only captivate a reader who can focus on a longer string of words while simultaneously understands a little bit about advertising. The majority of the poor communities would never read it or really read anything like this ever. It would be short of a miracle for this book to fall into the hands of his target audience.
How am I going to translate that into a readable book the people who cant understand this, or follow this, was the big question now.
He continued his attempted to mire up a page or two of completely ludicrous key word data just to show most the afflicted people; how much like tools they really are for use by modern media.
Q.B.S.
