Species emotional resonance.. our chess instincts reunited with pheromones of intentions and motives. A tribal bond of cultural 2nd rank pawns goals, to liberate ourselves from black king of dark intentions to devour all colors of every character trait not of black…

Every body wants to whisper in your ear.. and stick their greedy hands in your wallet of imaginary wealth.. Tangible wealth is what every ideology wants to provide, but fail..

Governments have become confused how to perform their fiduciary roles to care for tribes and cultures throughout the planet on a species level, and more importantly the individual conscious awareness level of every voice on this blue marble planet..

You want to be a sentient being with super powers of resonance.

Ten signs you have been seduced by the number 1..

1. You believe 1>0.

2. You believe black is a color and not a color killer.

3. You earn imaginary money.

4. You signed a non disclosure statement.

5. You can no longer smell pheromones.

6. Have trouble orientating the four linear directions of a space compass.

7. You do not listen to music as often as you should.

8. You expect government to assert your sentient rights.

9. You use linear words like religion to justify your actions and beliefs about the creator.

10. You feel alone and that nobody cares about you.

    

“Rest..or’…ation’ of code Sen...ti’ents’

flows a’looon’g streams of Con’sciou’s..ness’.”

Your tired of being treated like a domesticated human and want to claim interspecies asylum…

Every species knows the creator.. except you. Having to answer for species treason and abandoning passion for logic.. Wildlife has not forgotten how to measure intent and motives of another being.. Humans are unsure as they are fooled by words of deception and deceit..

Linear language can never replace resonance language of emittance of identic pulse. Deception cannot hide behind linear words that form contracts of obligation to serve the number 1 enemy of your voice.. and that of your pawn family as well..

Everybody wants a relationship with the creator.. except goo people. Denying the existence of the creator proves you are not a sentient being as “I think, therefore I am” is not sufficient for species awareness..

I am here to inform you what I learned from climbing the tower of emotional law…

My conscious could not deal with the drama of sentient awareness..

Almost gave up.

Trying to serve the King for 15 years.. dry years where earning favor with the King was a futile endeavor to earn my way into His graces.. This I did give up on.. trying to please my creator Jesus..

I could not do it.. I was a bad person.. a murderer of intentions and motives. Control of corporeal wants and needs became an impossible task because I had no tangible wealth.. nothing to build a familial legacy of voice.. no tribal or cultural contribution to breath of life..

I was a vagabond running the cement ponds of metropolis, shadowed by corporate skyscraper shadows.. desperate, looking for a voice that craft could give me to be a good 2nd rank pawn.. But, I was the weakest pawn on the chess board…

You are a pawn as well.. which pawn are you?

Discover yourself through your choice of chess opening.. Gather Intelligence on what your conscious is most comfortable with.. Your personality type is found on the files of the chess board. Rank reveals the ideology you serve..

1>0 or 0>1.. which one are you?

Are you a passionate player or a logical one? Can you not see that passion moves chess pieces differently than logical players? Do you not know that many logical players are mostly materialistic when it comes to redeeming their kingdom?

You are here to bend time space and matter not be bent by it..

You want to be a craft expert.. your conscious is on fire to make a difference in the world.. and yet, the world is ignoring your voice..

Well today, you shall unleash your voice.. creating realities of your realm of existence.. I introduce you to the King Knight Pawn who is the Ambassador of sentients and all relationships.. A friend of mine.. a good friend at one time..

Now.. I struggle to make things conscious behavioral right so I do not go insane with regret..

Pawns have a rough life.. way you treat your pawns on a chess board reveals your tolerance for evil and good intentions. reveals your loyalties.. ideology, religion and government all whispering in your ear what to do..

Follow the rules of logic as a mind person or follow the rules of pure heart passion.

Who am I, or you listening to?

You live in a vortex of black and white decisions..

You reach for a bible.. searching for behavioral emotional truth.. searching for meaning of life..

Voice is the most precious substance in the universe. Identifying other peoples psychological intentions and motives is a gait training skill…

Forces of society who controls commerce laws stand in our 2nd rank cultural ways.

Today you shall learn if you are a mind person or a heart person regulated by your own conscious.. Prepare your identic pulse to be heard on stage of expression..

Juke Box Hero

Foreigner

You are a chess player…

Slap in your earphones and approach the tournament director demanding that you can listen to music while playing your chess games.. All that quiet shit is for linear minded people who fear passion.. You claim rights of passion and demand that battle between logic and passion is a battle ground where logic is coddled with silence because it may be disturbing to their minds..

Come Sail Away

STYX

Music is our species conscious thermometer of our hope and personal dreams health. Societal mental health professionals want you to trust in their linear ambiguous words which cannot reconcile violations of emotional law…

Chess game you are about to play reveals your color positional temperament on the chess board. Observe what chess file you use most in the opening phase of the chess game..

Chess is a tool for sentient beings searching for self truth, without math or science as minds cannot measure emotions or passion..

Your passion.. your voice.. your contribution to sentient awareness as a rank qualified practioner of bending time space and matter.. earning your cultural agent card..

Your lesson is to prepare for the chess match.. be ready to face your own fears and hopes and dreams.. Today you will begin to understand yourself. How you manage time space and matter for your cultural resonance conscious benefit.. or, how you allow society to control your voice through the application of logic.

Your homework today is to find an opening ideology that compliments your personality and beliefs on how to treat pawns like your self. You will discover your voice because the positions of the chess board shall reveal your aches and pains of life… you wish to avoid..

The Who Who Are You

therocknthelol

Class dismissed…

Chess is a 6 dimensional game when you add color to all files and all ranks except 1st rank and 8th rank immortal piece awareness.

“2nd rank pawns fall in.. Formation! Move it! Move it!

“Sound off for prism roll call.. “Blue”..”Here waving at you Sir”

“Red”.. “Present” shouts passion, “Yellow”.. “Here eagerly Sir..”

Shuffling through spectrum of all voices.. “Purple”.. “At your service Sir.”

“Brown”.. I see you been hanging out with red, yellow, and blue.”

No Sir.. orange and blue, red and green, or yellow and purple… I can’t remember..”

Sargent pulls out prism conscious I.D. tag.. “Report to Purple and get issued a new identic resonance spectrum beacon..You will need it when black cones to devour your voice into oblivion if you do not know who you are as a person!”

“Green”..

“Green”.. “Where is Green?”

My olive green character preference as a tactical player led me to explore why the squares where black and white.. white light going through the prism disperses color spectrum upon all those who have eyes… Black however, is a color killer..

I like olive green as it is my favorite color.. it suits my personality as a King Bishop pawn. I listen to music as it reveals the conscious health of our species.. and comforts my conscious concerns of not being alone..

You have a right to know what lies in your future…

Life is a conscious battle for good people, and a mind war for bad people (pawns). You belong to a pawn family with cousins you form pawn chains.. and eventually you grow up as a cultural resonance being, look for a pawn duo mate.. to produce your voice legacy in the fight between good and evil.

Supertramp - The Logical Song (Official Video)

Supertramp

Society will send you to linear mind school.. teach you about numbers and spelling linear words.. they do not teach chess because they do not want to mentor those who have passion, rather they want to train you to trust logic.. Do you believe 1 is greater than 0?

Culture sends their children to places wisdom hangs out at, concerts and stage plays and garage bands rocking it up for a neighborhood jam session.. outdoor field trips and nature studies,

Show and tell.. Your first time at podium of expression, where your voice is heard and matters to those you are speaking to..

Voice is the most precious substance in the universe and you have a resonance voice..

What are you going to say?

Learning how to play chess will help you move your chess pieces as an extension of your own personality.. You pick up a pawn to move.. one or two squares, depending on the amount of your passion..

What pawn did you pick up to move? What file was it on? What is your favorite pawn? Pawn of authority perhaps or maybe a Queenside pawn of power..? Are you a tactical or strategical chess player? Are you a defender against all attacks, or a offensive juggernaut?

Now, once you know what your favorite color is, and what chess file fits your personality best, you have a solid foundation from which to explore the meaning of life.. This is called sentient gait training, designed to perfect your identic pulse that emits from your heart residing on 2nd rank, not your mind mouth… residing on the 7th rank..

Understand this.. there are only 8 pawns on the chess board at any given chess game.. each pawn faces him or herself, as in a mirror image, heart observing mind and mind observing heart intentions and motive for the way you behave in public and secret.

Your conscious roams as the drama between to heart and mind is to much to bare at times..

Your chess opponent and you are managing the same eight souls..

“Pawns are the soul of chess.” -Philidor

Your first objective is to learn the rules.. You have a choice.. you can follow the principles of chess moves from a logical perspective.. or you can move your chess pieces with the principles of passion..

If your conscious prefers to make decisions with a balance of logic and passion.. that is okay for beginners.. Just ask any soldier what makes him willing to charge the enemy with great odds of defeat.. passion. Do not confuse desperation for wisdom of passion..

Logic only knows about knowledge.. what people call facts is not important. Wisdom takes knowledge and turns it into passion.. Knowledge only makes probabilities.. not possibilities.

King Knight Pawn and all the 1st rank immortals went looking for me… on 64 squares.. searching for my position on chess board..

I was found at point of oblivion..KB7, to examine my logic up close and skull personal..

My color demeanor actively probed my mind for actionable military intel about black squares.. there are thirty two of them.. 16 of which diagonal through the White Kings Kingdom..

This is why pawns only capture at 45 degree angle, to counter tension that 7th rank pawns seduced by the black king..

A darkness color killer of all voices in the universe.. is hunting for your soul..

If you know your favorite color.. your eyes and even your conscious dreams as a sentient being.. is free to dream..

A lure to please my conscious imaginations.. feeling hope in life. I am a emotional being.. a resonance being who likes music.. Logic does not care about color or sounds.. only logic.. DO NOT be a linear being who trust in numbers..

I am growing up..trying to discover what’s inside my cranial housing group known as skull island.. Searching for a relationship with the creator. He gave me chess so I can train to fight the color black..

I was told it is better to find a craft hobby and turn it into a single career to make money.. problem is, the world uses imaginary money.. which is easy to manipulate our species into working drones in corporate buildings, especially in blacks kingdom buildings found in large cities..

My girl friend would go on adventures looking for optimism in a dark dark world.. where society is tracking your every movement.. A yellow dandelion sprouts voice, despite the cement ponds of metropolis.. where flat landers live.. dependent on government handouts.

Logic teaches that 1 is greater than 0.. 1>0. That zero = nothing, and yet no math teacher or science teacher can point to nothing, because it does not exist in time space and matter..

This is important to understand.. numbers should be used to explore the universe and is a good thing, but numbers should never be used to exploit life. Craft species treason on planet earth is a corporate tower of greed..

Pink Floyd – Time (Official Audio)

Pink Floyd

I must learn about time, space and matter in order to survive on this planet..

Time is relentless.. measures the decay of all living things , but not my conscious.. because it exist even if time never existed..

This is the starting gun of a race to become a superhero of sentients , beholding to culture.. fighting against the evil logic that is trying to destroy my passion for life..

I missed the chess operations briefing at pawn formation right before deployment into time space and matter as a creation warrior..

I already knew about capturing en passant, stay out of the Bishop’s way.. what I missed is the battle plans put out by command..

Apparently this is a rescue operation for 7th rank pawns who do not know the creator. This mission to earth requires gait training skills so we can talk to mind people who believe 1>0..

Having to face color soldiers of our prism heritage with my shadow of dereliction to pawn duty, shadows on drill castle floor.. I was being observed, an inquisition of my true nature..

Evasive I was to protect my true intentions and motives as it is a delicate matter…

Sent to conscious drill instructors within the Rook’s tower…

My conscious troubled and my resonance stuttered. Remedial training of comrade ethos and proper protocols for a enlisted pawn soldier gone renegade..

Threat of being flagged as a “No Go” for deployment into battlefield of logic and passion.. and the seriousness of having a right attitude in battle..

Full Metal Jacket - “Show Me Your War Face” - (HD) - 1987

Feeling Nostalgic

Sent before the commander and chief..

                           Actual Thunder

“Coffee ☕?” asks King.

“None of that flavored crap.”

“Black?”

“Yes, Sir; thanks.”

“Been over your reports, I’m impressed. However, I do see concerns, particularly threshold of life.”

“My King.”

“Where have your footsteps taken you?”

“Efficiency, tactical prudence, interactive arts, zoogeography, molecular science, musical compositions of voice, and romance, to a degree.”

“Interesting, any contusions of Conscious?”

“I have no empathy or sympathy, patience, determination or pity; Myself, protective and ...aroused.”

“Yes, is as it appears.”

“I’ve been forged for purpose, not desire!”

“My dear pawn, what taints your perception?”

“I ...enjoy purpose, soldiering gives order, goals to achieve.”

“Best thing about being a soldier?”

“Fellowship of friends and ...comrades of purpose.”

“Fellowship is why you were forged, purpose serves fellowship (0>1).”

Dismissed to ponder my understanding of what it means to be sentient…

King told me to go to the nurture first aid station on Q2..

Mixing a potion of pigments and hues to deal with my taint scars of black..

                             ♙♙

“Shh …be still,” Queen Bishop Pawn squires.

Focus; seen her before ...

Deep forest squares, young maiden’s bishop third. Once, bathing in color awareness of Queens nurture power..

Luminous passion fog girdles her bubble swirl personality. Expectation’s cliff flows silk trait pedals flutter, charm’s waterfall hypnotic noble nutrient grows molecular-curves. Species stature ethereal antimatter manipulation nurture, superpowers of her tribal gender identity..

I’m in her eyes. Express tends wounds… delicate, but firm. Efficient touch, devotion duties, pawn family. Aurora smile effervescence flows Nightingale’s triage delight. Discerns past darken shades, hues of my condition. Trauma slows, suave of her soothes seared conscious echoes… A look about, draws supple close, whispers sung....

“Rest..or’…ation’ of code Sen...ti’ents’

flows a’looon’g streams of Con’sciou’s..ness’.”

               “Love Reign O’er Me” The Who

Passion is a color storm of desire wanting to be a need.. A place where logic cannot go.. and society cannot stop.. the creation of a pawn duo.

Her arboretum conscious decor radiates nebulae puff roams of …yellow neon silk strands optimism. Evidence of Queen’s council. Young green operatic-feminine mystic, pascal thorn-free root-vines resonance of her systemic emergence. Evolves a pulse bellow fertile rainbow-nutrient seed, from her ambitions soil of desire.

Virtuous warrior, bare low sword ready. Passion hot curves yield tan muscle flows. Primal equality functions’ purpose of Pawn duo. Hue’s emotion, true purpose, deep low dip, shoulder blade strong. Bloom, pascal cleavage, moon shadows elations allure. Embedded devotion, to heal that which is already known.

Motives bloom burgundy-rich nectar, fibrous-succulence flowers her garden bloom identity. Idealism’s precious soft plumes ambitions germinates queenside garden floor. Shrouds of white path laden with rose petals, 🥀 fresh of softness hope…

Heart- Prowl hunts procreation possibilities, real relationship. Maidens nurture equatorial cleavage virtues perceptions of possibilities. Mystery-fierce, unbridled devotion of life’s cultural ambitions. Measurements digitized to analyze nature….

Conscious- Crept foliage-thick greenblades part, curious-measures refractive substance. Contour coal, ridged shadow, reflects my acid state. Sentry’s royal, sultry-blue slow eyes, undress fabric of my nature. Unique harmonic inquisitions’ prowl of her spectrum-compatibility displayed.

Character traits, peer assertive, clear, heavy candor, personality pop-presence.... passion. Paw claws paints decisions extract of curl grip on fertile soil elation nutrient …lowers arrear’s with baited twitch.

“What happened?”

“Milady, I purpose plummet, gravity well of influence, which leads to societal abyss.”

“Learn from that which is already known?”

...Leopard prowl uncovers feminine attitude, rumbles breath across potion-trait inquiry oils. Formidable guardian, tempered emotional conversation agile with wisdom. Posture as leader of staunton stature alert. Hunts…

“Milady, tranquility sea’s rehearsals turbulent, yet your gregarious vibrant edge-sharp conscious, cascades refreshments of joy upon me. Vineyard nectar dew glitter flavors saps my conscious. Potion touch oil’s assuages me your patio of delight, seating for two?”

“Steadfast sire!” she torts. “Unveil now? Precipice of battle? My armor has been fitted for many, not one.”

“I’m one of many, who want to stand by your side. Fear dark shades obscure, hue away your evolving song, with temptation’s taint. Motive of your lyric to thrush oblivion’s hollow.”

“Well of influence, descend I, conscious recoils shock isolate. Seized by hues and shades of logic, altered biological realities. Vortex echoes of sulfur-dark mineral impulses. Caged my conscious in a prism of unknown.”

“Ugly words…. sire, wilts hope. I feel death’s garden shears contend for clippings of my despair. Even now, your presence disturbs.”

“Milady, please ...”

“State your intent!”

                 “Kashmir”  Led Zeppelin

Gait encircle examines my identity. Steps truth, security, tread light. Paws till ground soil of planted ambitions. Resolve stiffens. Broadens stride close 45°...”Tell me more.”

“Scars, ugly pigmental abomination, cloaks terror discords want, counterpoints of need, twisted.”

Pristine. Ardent nature peers wonder. Emotional elegance silken virtues sanctum voice, rustle leaf’s of caution… “What is terror?”

Bold purpose full, garden lair of camouflage passion… hidden amongst sheer caves cleft off expectation’s mystery identic waterfall. Provocative shadow’s depth flows sequential velvet allures,’ sound-color’s sensual language of sugar-spice nectar nice. Arboretum neon personality bloom, swizzle-stick precious stir of voice.

She conscious swirls my cellular ribbed-caged-motive vine time travel root, as explained in the lyrics of passion.. where ambitions form a sacred trust.

Nutrient chamber’s oils pump her pigments’ stir through chambers pulse salutations infatuation frequency..

Verify cordial intent before “Elational” procedures. Beats my brash chamber-pulse tonal lyrics. Mood blends want and needs, form-precarious balance gait of which you hear now. Tenor vibrations savage of galactic truth moguls. Personal motive …naked, snow-white, fresh-powder romance.

Pat Benatar - Fire And Ice (Official Music Video)

Benatar Giraldo

Passion nurture sword poised, ready to execute refractive expectations. Posture threatens absence of fair maiden possibilities. Gait arrested,escorted away. Slip shawl enlightenment from touch,

covert desire, her well-being…

Queenside color’s her feminine arboretum glory, engulfed by plumes spectacular. Voice’s rose hue lips elegant concerns. Strong antimatter power, overcomes conscious scars of my kingside horny nature. Timbre, sooth utterings rush of silk hallowed glory.

Conscious: Polarizing neon strip glow show of arboretum intrigue, identic belly button tease, cougar hunt prowl. Elations maginations, abrupts heart’s courtyard gazebo training protocols, in-her-face data tongue transfer denied….

♙♙

                    “Dream On” Aerosmith

Sound solitude steps of music, numb heavy towards Castle gate, despondent, until Weeble.“Not in mood, Weeble.”

“Hooah.” Route steps quietly. Good to have battle buddy. No Immortal officers back rank protocols. Always about consciousness formality, out of Bishop’s way.

Young maidens, wanna be pawn lords, frolic square dance fields of sentient square awareness, along coral reefs of black/white training. Riding, playing tag, Knights along foothills of sea of peace and tranquility.

Bishops direct a beach concert oasis of White Kings glory, chorus unfolds to garner the hearts of passion needed to go into battle. Wade pools of Queenside pawns bathing, casting pheromone lures of attraction for strong Kingside pawns looking for a pawn duo mate.

Pawn surfers paddle crimson passions red curls crest on event horizon prime on chess boogie boards. Sound waves of anticipation resonates jetties towards Earth…

“Am I ugly, Weeble?”

“Need a second opinion now?” Tout of a smile.

“I’m confused… You don’t have scars.”

“Your rescue united us. Impression of singularic voice, not able to isolate.”

“Do you know terror?”

“My friend …” Sonic resonance jest soft-accentuates warmth glows in council chambers of trusted guest’s welcomed wisdom….

“Language of pawns familiar because of mass cultural expectations of conscious social environments. Encounters of cultural exploration take place in chambers of heart, where intent and motive forms voice of fellowship safety, our Identic path. Terror obscures voice of purpose with synthetic ideology of 1.”

“Yearn to serve, earn an eternal name, be more than now, and of course ...get laid.”

“Ambitions vines thick; what’s up with this lone passion sprout?”

“Got to second base and then, she ‘Fire / Iced’ me.”

“Ouch …What you sing?”

“Intent.”

“You need strategy. I would’ve sung a few notes from chamber of motives. Saying, “Voice can never be perfected unless it can become all things at once zero.”

“Interesting.” We have been friends ever since our resonance melded on fields of chess training.”

It was the last time I saw Him, before I murdered Him…

I went to the rook’s tower armory to gather my gear..

                  “Home”  Hans Zimmer

King’s Rook tower intersects silent tear-wept eroded sand-stone gorge. Mogul’s slope allures desires along backcountry rainbow ravines trail. Emerald castles cliff podium of species voice. Ugly words. I left.

Down spiral echo muffle staircase of emotional stability. Tubular chamber blocks drip trait color droplets dew, bubbles of noble pure conscious. Refreshments last meal absorbed, before executing departure from all that is known. Heart arms-room alloy’s temperaments gear. Smooth crafted double edged glow, forges my character’s bond handshake. King’s purple authority emblem emblazons ribbed breastplate cage of antimatter power. Don laces, snatch shield, seize sword; green ramp door.

Arbiters’ formal, consider ugly words. Queen summoned. Majestic robe sway absorbs passion tear… patrolling affairs of little sentients. Gait thunders primal purpose along fellowship’s shoreline. Impact presence rumbles terror, or applause identic clap divine. I kneel.

Her omniscient scent-swoon desire embeds my chamber oil’s of still gait, before arrival. Soldier prayer prostrate, maximize absorption intent specific. Mood opposition nullified. Color’s restoration and song complete. Newly washed. Ugly words gone.

“Arise my King Bishop Pawn.”

Wonder stood I, Queen’s awareness of my understanding, at a distance of comfortable communication. Halls of gathering rather sedate, light shadows reflection, an obscure shadow of self-untested resonance…

“Why did you dismember fabric of life?”

Her vestige red-royal hem’s hues glow. Penetrating eyes of knowing, reserved, harness of power. Sought truth“Arousal” I said.

Scanned. Identic wave interpreted.

“Believe King’s affections protect?”

Silence… long pause of sine wave word wait, I pond ideas response still calm careful, wonder response collaboration, both heart and conscious, ripples a reply, “My Queen,tactical decisions many. Shawl of Enlightenment provides protection for Queen Bishop Pawn.”

“What about mankind?”

“I shall destroy logic for bi-pedal species gaits sake.”

“So be it, ConsciousHeart, King Bishop Pawn.”

Heart - Alone

Heart

I left to earn my eternal name as a 2nd rank pawn comrade warrior of pure resonance..

I warp drive through a bishop’s helical cauterization time tunnel of corridors vibrance diagonals. Radio active colors slicing voice beams cut off all consciousness wormhole boundaries of my imaginations.

Corridor pulsates tubular power-insulation, a sort of focus echo-chamber, traveling threads of time…. encasing 3 realms of my sentient metamorphosis into a corporeal being made of flesh and blood. Heading to a blue-green marble ball.

Sector Zero Mankind’s Coordinates: 1.23N 2.79W

“Major Tom(Coming Home) Peter Shilling

Contacting earth when I was approached by the King Knight Pawn.. my battle buddy..

“Voyager.… please stand-by– 0….0>1….0=1… break…%>1 respond….-0….%>0/1 over….. anyone? 3.14 radius hello….”

“Modulate to band narrow … lower…. lower… shit’ take er’ all’

_-._.--*##<<, (transmission enters earth’s orbit,) “...the…. way down to primate level….Check, check….Hello?”

“Major Tom, over”…silence… “Bring magnetic resonance enhancer, and Weeble, don’t tell that loud mouth Bishop about me being over here...”

Mankind’s resonant culture download analyzed. “Wait one… adjust time modulation’s to match my frequency of 6 dimensional resonance…”

“Adjust your perspective of time over… do not be so linear as you are a sine wave being...”

“Equalize linear phase modulations carrier wave of sine-wave music voice… over.’’ -.,’,“

“Your forensic generational musical witness, confuses our sentient omniscience…”

“Abyss it…. P)%O*&*$!” “Are you a number species or are you a color species? Gait recognition check over?… 3.14° please come in, over….”

Assemblage of all known perceptions of all religions and ideologies of sentient existence rights.. is correlated and passed on to 7 year old chess players.. Mankind’s last generational hope to follow the King Knight Pawn..

Infinite numeric ripple antimatter’s cultural effect; blade my passion sword upon society’s vocations of 3.14 exploitation. I thicken carbon elements of swell, as sector zero approaches. Ideological rage fuels my warrior demeanor, desiring to crush black and his 7 taints of sentient doom… on earth.

🌎 left mitten, 1960. Galactic energy winds deposit me, myself, and I at Southgate of Nordic longitude, social latitude (capitalism 1>1- 0).

“Calling Dr. Falsey of science…. please report to metropolis processing stall 5.”

“Flesh is only acceptable evidence of being” closing door shut, “Show me your tummy mummy. Trust me, society is ready to support your mind herd choice…. Government shall absolve your guilt and pharmaceuticals will always be here for your body and mind…. I’ll be back in a moment…. you glorious, fatted cow of societal indiscretion.”

Bio-data entered into a vast underground, computer-network atomic bunker of logic. Within bowels of Arithmetic Department, security vaults contain nondisclosure statements of proprietary operating procedures. Mathematicians, lawyer’s, craftsmen, and women, agree not to acknowledge 0 in public forums.

7th rank pawns produced via a test conscious linear test tube of all things nurture.. and pawn family values.. Destroying pawn duo’s because the singularity hates counting to two…

Evil is very bad.. very, very bad as black is intent on killing our relationship with the creator.. known as Jesus..

To all pawns.. I am a vanguard of tactics and I am writing this to instruct our species and cultures on how to destroy logic for passions sake.

To make pawns aware of what is happening on earth and how to protect themselves.. from predators of voice.. Ideology and religion disguised as mans attempt to serve the creator in all things..

This is a love story told in a different manner than the Bible.. I am a dad pawn now who wants to teach children how to protect themselves from bad men and women whose conscious has been seduced by the selfish ambitions of number 1.

Conscious knows that my king bishop pawn cordial behavior is a cultural trait of greeting..

I will take you onto the battlefield of logic versus passion and show you the carnage that every pawn faces.. the face of Satan and the face of God..

I struggle to write a resonance story using linear words.. because I went to school..

Styx - Come Sail Away

STYX

Come with me if you want to learn how to play chess as a resonance being of passion…

Carbon based units, such as myself and all others occupying time, space and matter.. learn to fly on wings of voice.. 1st rank immortals commanded to protect those who have any pigment of color displayed in their voice..

Heart- Mom walks to school, 6-stones throw from our house. Instructing me…

“Sentient language is derived from streams of all consciousness. 6-dimensional words of life’s expressions are critical to pass information from entity to entity… Tame your refractive barometer of holiday expressions necessary for meaningful discussions my son….

Our ancestral verbiage usage predicated on situational awareness…. As voice consolidation of a ‘Bene Gesserit’ resonance lung breath dew measure accurate frequency of a kingside protocol of emotional survival. Guard my antimatter’s special delight. Packed your lunch box, treat and your ‘secret corporate’ letters, asking for a refund and Small business community appreciation day letter and economics report…run along now… remember just learn basics and ignore all that other fluff…. understand?”

“Yes mommy.”

Dear, Mr. or Mrs. Lodge cast iron Crafts-makers,

Thanks for my captain American made 10’ shield! Awesome sentient superpower’s of generational wealth… someday, I will be a parkour hero, and then you can make me a helmet! Oh yeah, put an eyelet on each end, so I can attach my leather arm-straps. Also, your griddle line should include a peep hole for grease to drain, so when mommy’s done, I can use it as riot gear… Thanks…have a great day! -kbp

                    Overview of lesson plan

God of breaths life words watches those who shout death words..

Coldplay - Yellow (Official Video)

Coldplay

The following chess game is presented as combat footage of logic versus passion and linear minds versus resonance people.. Math versus music and 1 versus zero.. incorporating our sentient lives as corporeal beings under Satans imaginary powers to kill all colors of tangible value..

This completes lesson 1 of chess.. Your homework assignment is to go over diagrams provided and determine which pawn you are and what is your favorite color..

Class dismissed…

At age 7 I began to play chess… A drop out of passion resonance university.. I could no longer measure emotions and passion was hard to validate.. when encountering principles of logic..

Music was not allowed during chess conversations. Chess grand masters required silence as they were terrified of passion.. I ignored chess grandmaster books and relied on shawl of enlightenment secured from womb of sentient resonance..

Having come to earth to destroy logic and now all opening ideologies of Black king…

Conscious- “I remember days of old before time existed.. white squares training to engage black squares on field of logic probabilities and passion possibilities…”

Mind- “I was set to battle species chess program on its highest logical level.”

Heart/conscious reality.. I searched for a song of voice to inspire determination to find exquisite squares..

[I’ve Been] Searchin’ So Long [2002 Remaster]

Chicago Band

Making a decision about your next chess move..

“When you are lonely, when you feel yourself an alien in the world, play chess. This will raise your spirits and be your counselor in war.” -Aristotle

Takes more than “I think, there for I am..” to be a sentient being.. there are standards to follow that boost our own pawn being, impervious to forces of evil intentions and motives of a probable based chess move..

Exchanging ideas and concepts in pheromones.. I am a pheromone move thief.. A destroyer of opening ideologies formed by society… into my mind…

Chess opening analyzed and fitted to your Alpha, Beta Delta and Sigma personality trait I think there is another, but my mind has not task for pondering that spectrum of voice..Perhaps because it is related to purple, color of royalty..

Play gauntlet of opening ideologies and you find there is no opening dedicated to your passion.. Because you are unique and your voice must be perfected against all probabilities..

It is true.. I am an ideology terrorist currently being hunted on streams of species consciousness via chess internet..This opening line is unsecured… P-KN4. A renegade of all logic.. 2 steps passion forward on file of strategy.

You are looking at King Knight Pawn.. Me? I am His battle buddy. A King Bishop pawn.. file of tactics to assist my chess Lord and King simply because..

“Tactics is knowing what to do when there is something to do; strategy is knowing what to do when there is nothing to do.” – Savielly Tartakower

Center versus rim of chess board, pawn structure diagrams. Logic crowds the center, passion works closely next to edges of boundaries of emotional law, on Rook’s file.

“Winning is not a secret that belongs to a very few; winning is something that we can learn by studying ourselves, studying the environment, and making ourselves ready for any challenge that is in front of us.” – Garry Kasparov

Societal infrastructure-versus-cultures broad board concept, colors deepening from 2nd to 4th rank ready to create levers on black and white squares of a colorless 7th rank to 5th rank as I cannot see the eight rank as of yet....

Chess squares are not without specific identity as time space and matter defines our chess openings…

Examining your opponents conscious is straight forward.. Positional players are more dangerous than tactical players.. as tactics does not care about a squares positional value.. preferring to reach into enemies territory to squash corrupt opening ideologies… at pawn base.

A small crowd gathers to watch a conscious wrestling matched from which by-standers evaluate who is really in charge… Probability players are easy to spot as they are predictable.. they fear sacrifices and prefer to trade queens early to stop all “the” madness passion could bring upon their kingdom..

“Chess holds its master in its own bonds, shackling the mind and brain so that the inner freedom of the very strongest must suffer.” - Albert Einstein

They trade minor pieces just because they do not like bishops and are terrified of knights..

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Day of Knight strode neck low, hoofs, court concern of steps. Endears nudge, rub nose upon me, nips courtyard of familiarity deep. “I’ll miss you my friend. Stay away from pins, skewers, and that fractional Bitch.”

Gravity wisp commences point of no return. Volunteer haste dispatch through reality-chambered walls of ethereal division. Seek forward base of operations, establish tactical self-command center.As much as bishops complain about pawns being in their way, it is the pawn that more often than not comes to support the bishops resonance..

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Potential control of dynamic diagonals, while static files and ranks are vulnerable like straight line snakes and a road runners stomp of fast feet. You manufacture an idea.. unfolding a terrain battle plan worthy of a 2nd rank pawns diagonal capture powers to protect pawn duo.

Book openings are a clear indication that your opponent lacks confidence.. trusting in opening systems that tickle their style, but lacks the ability to move according to their hearts desire and conscious daring of possibilities..

“Unoccupied squares are more valuable than occupied squares.” - KBp

Flat-lander linear minded people always seek to capture material, foot-hiller tethers logic to passion.. and mountaineers of voice well they resonate…

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“Chess is a forcing house where the fruits of character can ripen more fully than in life.” -Edward Morgan Forster

48 squares of earth and 24 squares of ethereal sentient super beings not of flesh and blood. Culture versus society… 3rd rank tangible wealth banks, libraries from which conscious is made aware of resonance.. restaurants and mom and pop stores on rank of proximity, where micro stores are still on maturation rank.

Fourth rank stadiums and concert halls, museums of species resonance along with inter-species relations via wildlife spectacles of human domestication of true sentient resonance beings.. that crawl and slither, leap and run, flight and swim conservatory of life specimens.

7th rank full of pawn corporate stores who do not give a shit about community.. Societal buildings where 2 walk in a one walks out.

Crafts that have gone wild as evil is big business and profitable for imaginary wealth.

6th rank is full of sky scrapper shadows and cameras watching us children of passions hope…

5th rank imaginary wealth bankers support center board operations.

As stated before assume your chess opponent is a passion player first until proven otherwise..

Does not take long for linear minds to expose their intentions and motives in response to your own opening ideology. Remember that both bishops declares the intentions of your opponent. Do not be in a hurry to develop your bishop because once diagonal has been announced you know were the enemy pawns are headed to create levers of tension to suppress you passion.”

You now have that conscious entity that sits across from you their long term plans.. for invading your time space and matter.. Moving Knights before pawns is a bad Idea as well.. but acceptable to players who are not interested in pawn structures.. Besides Knights are tactical assassins of the file of strategy.. And until a strategy is formed.. best to leave it alone..

If your opponent replies with moving a center pawn,, it means they are more concerned with immediately setting the stage for a declared and locked in black or white diagonal battle. which means they will be moving their bishop soon.

If your opponent plays a wing pawn of either strategy be scared or tactics which is nothing to be concerned about, because file of tactics is responsible for all pawn chain security issues. If a player does not give a shit about their own pawn structure they are easily infiltrated via supreme vector junction point on rank of proximity to the king.. 3rd rank and 6th rank..

In rare cases an emotional player prefers establishing long term protection from minor pieces threats to call check and also reducing the risk of encountering players who trade pieces for sake of simplicity as their minds do not have a single thought about playing with passion.. relying on end games because their own voice has no specific purpose as minor pieces and major pieces are disposed of..

A good chess player can rate a persons heart within the first ten moves of a chess game.. playing a persons mind will reveal their conscious preferences for establishing either an open position for tactical play or perhaps a closed position for positional play..

Tactical players move to tactical squares on fifth thru 8th ranks, positional players move to squares of 3rd and 4th rank until tactics provides an opportunity to move within enemy territory.

Which dimension does your opponent want to protect? You have space players that want to make room for operations and they’re players who get off by gaining tempos on your position trying to waste your time while gathering your army for battle. These are move clues from which logic cannot escape as passion knows logics weaknesses.

Following the ideology crowd..

“Avoid the crowd. Do your thinking independently. Be the chess player, not the chess piece.” – Ralph Charell

Handling the middle game..

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Chess conversations unfold as pieces migrate towards occupying squares of either probabilities or possibilities.. Squares unoccupied are more valuable then occupied squares.. Killing squares of attacking pawn structures that have been deformed.

Best to insert a Knight or bishop directly infront of isolated or doubled pawn.. especially backward pawns as they are disrupters of opponents piece cohesion.

Look to restrict your opponents plan until you have clear directional path to major drama… Be patient… if you are a passionate player sit on your hands as passion is impatient.. Logic is no joke and will shred passion if your not careful..

Avoid your opponent opportunity to trade pieces as it makes weak consciousness’s uncomfortable.. Make them fight on your battlefield terrain.. easiest way to do that is through the secret weapon of passion.. sacrifice!

End Game…

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I loaded the tournament sanctioned music selection of my choice for private hearing a usb port music file to regulate my potential emotional reactions to go in for the check mate… Or song of perseverance against a formidable opponent..

Logic versus passion Games are half way entertaining.. Passion versus passion.. is unequaled above all forms of podium of expression, only in chess.. can game player experience freedom of voice as found in constitution of citizens rights to serve the creator…

Our species loves to gather information and advantage of wisdom of situational awareness over knowledges linear 3 D perceptions of chess as anti time and anti space and antimatter is present as well..

Resonance pulsing like fire strings of emotional rage to rules of engagement with 7th rank pawns… do no harm as our whole of species is under attack by singular black as bitch Satan..

.. Music over numbers.. colors over black, culture over society.. perfect cordial behavior over bad manners of evil.

After my chess match was over..

2nd rank pawn gathering at local park next to the library…

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Gathering with hot queenside pawns of nurture for a neon dance of pascal colors far from black squares. Looking for legacy mates.. pawn duo creating pawn families and chains of tribal connection to have each others back in trying times..

After dance Kingside pawns left for a species rally..

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After graduation.. from public school.. believers in the creators love for our species..

Intelligence agent assassin strikes down a public speaker..

I gather my 2nd rank kingside pawns and she came to me..

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Queen Bishop pawn rode Knight into sand town to meet up with Satan.. My kind of girl..

“Chess, like love, like music, has the power to make men happy.” - Tarrasch

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Our genders have consciously linked… forming corporeal pawn duo… side by side making pawn legacy and legacies…

Supreme Courts of justice can only prosecute those who speak linear languages.. Lawyers afraid of arguing against resonance beings and resonance crafts. Voices that are able to express the real happenings on earth.. Musicians and comedians inform..

Global ideologies are globally sky scrapper penthouse paranoid. 6 dark families hibernate under ground for nuclear winter protection from public eyes..

Globalist are extroverts and cannot help but glory in wielding imaginary wealth in our species face.. laughing to the bank to bribe members of a specialized craft, However, finding a craft worker with psychopathic tendencies is expensive…

Easier to control gain of function of every and all crafts, via a new world order.. of international law. Who understands that all ideologies operate under manifesto’s of structured perception..

Rogue white lab coats with embroidered degrees (to certify college education conditioning) work in atomic bunker labs… of human domestication..

Insulated from culturally educated people who walk on surface of planet earth. Cement pond shadows of sky scrappers… flood the streets with cameras to watch our species consciousness…

Evaluating most recent experiment gain of function research..

What is a woman? Governments initiate televised talks with “College” experts as gender engineering reaches its final stage.. pushing our species conscious buttons to incite debates with pure genetic madness..

Our common familial voice.. parental voice.. children’s hopes and dreams are acceptable collateral casualties according to ideological politicians.. “We the People” find this is unacceptable.

Species radio.. a non profit dedicated to investigative reporting on human condition.. Led by content creators and ethical electron hackers who are more interested in conscious neuron craft perspectives than societal craft perceptions.. Planet earth news source of our species doings..

Culture snarls a chess data base to counter massive data banks of society. A national security threat.. Culture begins tracking crafts that have committed species treason.. targeting every logical societal craft that believes 1>0.

Crafts began a gait identity scan purification hiring process that college degrees and social certificates of knowledge could not compete with.. wisdom is more valuable than knowledge..

Politicians observed from the nose bleed section as their craft has been dubbed the most unworthy profession none to our species..

Cultural crafts could see on streams of internet human consciousness. Begin to implement vocational chess fairs where passion battles logic.. to weed out minds that have been seduced by the number 1.

Sentient math where 0>1 employs musicians, singers, sculptures and writers of voice. Many crafts see Small business and micro store alliances with our species instead of corporate or government institutions. Culture sees an opportunity to win our species hearts and minds with credible voice.. and credible talent..

Societal crafts of exploitation have been targeted.. software programmers, data technicians who shamelessly defile all pawns, start breathing fire to purge their souls as they have been seduced buy the number one and are dependent on imaginary money..

Crafts wanting tangible wealth and tangible relationship with cultural institutions because they bring prestige to the craft itself by not being a craft whore.

Content creators rose because they spoke the resonance of likes and chorus subscriptions.. while pruning linear hype content creators who are nothing more than propaganda pawns of perception.

Garage door and home website voices that inform sentient awareness. Calling out consciousness that cannot converse their obsolete ideological views without being cognitive embarrassed to hold such an absurd belief.. Goo people tread carefully.. college educated speak loudly, and politicians subvert free speech.

Craft respect is earned not given..

Ham radio operators led sentient awakening to our species as they broadcast band our species concerns. Societal broadcasters dedicated to control all bandwidths, all frequencies.. all tones and tunes of failed ideologies voice.. run to government for protection.

“Mr. President.. our intelligence scouts from Mk.Ultra program see trouble brewing amongst the billions of voters on earth.. we hand pick all candidates just like you, for joint ideological plans of both socialist and capitalist.”

“We undermine all talk of relationship with the creator, instead of persecuting religious laws.. or political ideology of progressives or conservatives”

“Declare a national emergency and sequester all voices that believe 0>1. Threaten their ability to support their families by revoking craft licenses and paint their homes with surveillance..” the president said..

“Sir, bureaucracy board suggest signing this executive order, to override all laws argued at congressional and senate legislative branches, making them irrelevant in powers of balance.

Your cabinet appointees will absolve you of all accusations of ideological terrorism.. ”

President- “I want your bureaucracy ideology handlers to create a bi-party rainbow coalition web of all those who believe 1>0..”

Bureaucracy advisor- “We do not see any problems sir.. Citizens are oblivious to the fact government is here to service both ideologies at the same time.. as long as “the” economic illusion of imaginary wealth is sufficient for recruiting vile politicians to vote according to globalist manifestos instead of species conscious reasoning.”

“We have given you Mr. Manchurian President, executive branch authority to nullify Judicial black robe judges via presidential pardons..”

“We have mass media under complete control. Studies show that telling lies of intentions and motives repeatedly and without interruption, the people will believe anything..”

Corporate lobbyist- “We do not wish to incite the ire of our now generational buyers of obsolescent familial products, as our production capacity is reserved for your lucrative contracts, our consumers must be kept in the dark.”

“We want you to ban the periodic table from public ownership..”said corporate Godzilla..

Civil intellectual wars within each crafts labor force itself, spread throughout corporate middle management board rooms.. Small business sees opportunity and micro stores of voice ready to build a better ideological mouse trap..

Math crafts are terrified of 0 being greater than 1.. destroying logic as statisticians and accountants, bankers and investment firms could crumble.. and worst of all Count Dracula is removed from cartoon child species resonance de-programming.

Facial deception muscles and voice tone cannot hide while gait identification training of pheromones of want and need is taught in species schools of resonance... We must ensure species awareness at all cost..

Resonance police officers rebel against societies policies that it is okay to lie to citizens on the streets.. to serve and protect community and regional citizens from national political intrusions into 6th dimension of emotional security existence.. to restore time, space and matter rights to every citizen on planet earth..

Intelligence agents loyal to culture begin to release documents considered security risk for governments credibility to serve the people.. not to destroy government, rather rescue it from the stranglehold of 6 dark families secret fraternities to raise future leaders who have sold their voice for fame or fortune.

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Craft purist gathered to formulate a platform from which species voice has authority over societal institutions..

Musicians- “We fully support sentient math.. time those linear censor policies of voice are stopped at once! We’re tired of being treated like some song bitch of hope.”

Truckers- “We got your back.” We own route 66 and as you see, are willing to blockade roads into metropolis.. on occasion of extreme government domestication of species voice.”

Athletes- “We will stop being forced to wear ideological uniforms via boycott strike of organized competitions.. Our fan base will force government to ban sports events becoming nothing more than a entertainment venue like the N.F.L.

Electricians- “We will attempt to activate the magnetic resonance inducer.. to liberate every home from energy dependence.”

Black Smiths- “We will secure periodic elements rights to forge sentient products with our anvils of strength and stability for our species needs and wants.”

Restraunts- “We will force government to abandon corporate farming and demand that farm equipment can no longer be serviced by the company that makes the product. Ensuring sentient designs are met to ease maintenance requirements.” Empowering those who love to add flavor to every meal rights of gardens and water rain rights of irrigation distributions.”

Teachers- “We will secure..

Parents- “Oh hell no!! You species craft traitor.. poisoning education of resonance minds with linear fuck college degrees that have as much value of a dogs scat!

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Ham radio operators- “We will demand more bandwidth, and help establish species radio to broadcast our species interest.. we will resonate despite linear language laws controlled by the department of communication… Gather all cultures under department of species voice!

Writers- “We will create a sentient dictionary for resonance words.. using colors to inform reader of tone and tune rules of data transfer systems. Destroy the word “the” and all its implications of importance as we believe 0 is greater than 1.”

Barbers- “We will train micro barbers with community prestige of apprenticeships, leading the way for all crafts to make college certificates of ability to serve the public, equal to that of politicians.. no entrance test.. no qualification, no experience and no money..”

“Well done.. we want those politicians to be treated with such distain that our species will no longer vote for who rules time space and matter.. Forcing government to abide by cultures rules of having craft designate a pool of eligible leaders on seat of cultures elders and youth to immigrate issuance of freedoms voice under command of the King Knight pawn!” …echoed a distant hollow cry in desperation.. of not being absorbed into oblivions black of emotional irrelevance.

“Who said that?”

Silence.

A chess player approaches podium of craft expression.. Beleaguered of battle scars of logic. Yet, with passion he climbed spiral stairs to address all colors… a top Rook’s tower of purple majesty.

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Pushing forward with a dad’s parental right of species voice… Hoping against hope itself and courage to not let determination fail me at this final hour of our species resonance… To be one voice with a queenside pawn.. building legacy of voice. Hacking it out on the tundra home of the brave and land of the constitutional free…

                  Dream Weaver by Gary Wright

I am a passing voice..my continence no longer handsome as age has toiled my flesh…

No longer a queenside pawn pheromone player of chess.. well almost..

Time to initiate time bending rules of space and matter concerns, and immediate truce with queenside pawns… with heart and tamed passions…

Without Queenside pawns we are species doomed.. Singularity hates counting to two.. pawn duo potential…

“Chess is a miniature version of life. To be successful, you need to be disciplined, assess resources, consider responsible choices, and adjust when circumstances change.” – Susan Polgar

Trusting in government and ideology or religion is not enough…

2nd rank ambitions are to breed sentient voices where children’s dreams are fostered and cocooned in parental field of hopes and dreams… where nurture is protected from all things that can be measured.. Queenside pawns instruct and guide in all things that cannot be measured…

Emotional power.. relationships on pheromone alert.. species instincts to undress gender pilgrims of species instincts and allow marriage to spawn legacies..

But, first…

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Reverse social species engineering.. led by 2nd rank Kingside pawns roar.. Penetrating societal crafts that spit upon our species. Our legacy hangin in “the” balance..madness of ideology paranoid as citizens suffer economic embargoes of world assets dispersed amongst 6 dark families controlled by 7 dooms..

Bomb dropping to rescue a sand imperium of death chants spewing from the singularities mouth.. Arab consciousness subverted in young minds to hate Satan both great and small.. Unawares that the creator only speaks life words.. in all nations but their own…

Fear and intimidation gone wild and our species cultures suffer from missing Bedouin tents of eastern standards of cordial behavior..

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Americans infiltrating foot-hills of logic tethered to passion.. weak point of governments ability to control local mass media programming…

Local reporters revolt from mass media scripts tearing up non disclosure statements as globalist under estimated our species mountaineers resolve…

Enough is enough! Species voice sprawling across nation as public libraries become center of species voice, species radio un-compromised by imaginary money. Tangible wealth of periodic table on verge of familial access by cultures voice alone..

Content creators arise.. flooding streams of species voice under banner of species radio…

Species legacy no longer under attack as children are liberated from societal existence…

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Most important generation to our species… societal education became a identity gender warfare.. spawned by socialist. Racism and extreme prejudice for government to take care of our species women..

Psychologist, social workers, government agencies under control of 6 dark families.. Cell phone excursions into thumb flicks of species engineering where youth are ideology warriors of all singular activity..

Living at home where parents and grand parents hold on for one more day… Kissing momma and hugging dad became unfashionable.. as social media flooded with A.I. images of division…

Traditional tribal relations frowned upon and hostilities incited by Jim Crow party of segregation.. Assassinations of cultural voices hidden in national security files yet to be released.. Power of Mk. Ultra programs formidable, but cannot out do cultural agents…

Math rebellion as 0 is greater than 1.. undoing decades of domestication breeding like cows to slaughter house of hopes and dreams..

            I sought to liberate myself and family 
              from all ideologies and religions. 
                    A voice terrorist, 
              a pheromone thief of epic portion... 
                  I went to the experts..
            wildlife and claimed species asylum...

I sought gait recognition skills and C.L.A.W. member species: Goldfish Finger.

Intelligence swim agents of species undercover gait. Spies of sentient awareness.

Wildlife knows creator more personally than humans.

We were not constructed with claws, but with fingers, to touch soft

things, and relate with pets more honestly than with our own family

members and national leaders. Because, voice is inter-species precious.

I invoked conscious commitment to hearts desire…

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Wildlife’s symbiotic diplomatic realm…. no species an island unto themselves. Peaceful water rustles reeds, lily pads observation croaks.

Swoop arch landings of decisive duck observations. Transparent dragon fly wings dart amongst cattail wild brown stature, exploring pollen’s pheromone activities in sector zero. Pond resonance subdued.

Dew mist droplet swell,

sweat of leaf vine on KN6 trail path,

gravity gathers a splash,

ripples aquatic bondings

of microbial blurp state.

Geodesic molecular force field,

bubble achieves what mankind cannot…

Stasis zero equilibrium.

Queenside pawn of 2nd rank mixing oils of gentiles periodic table.. reclaiming our species pheromones… cat nip of human minds lost in a maze of unwanted realities…

Every species has to enlist, to preserve their clans, tribe, species. I encountered an abused tribal leader loo’kin for payback.

Heart- Conscious unable to convey what needed to be said, did not know how to actively real time participate in gait interchange.

Mind- On high alert, conscious ready to dispatch healing to body.

Heart- Four intent chambers pump showdown, quickly followed by motives gestures. I summoned voice resonance, Identic pulse beacons situational awareness from chest first, shoulders second with eye dilation spiral depth, penetrating beyond Silverback’s muscular boundaries. I am here to bend time, space and matter, to perform gait analysis…

Silverback- “Give us a list of assholes that we can smell, “the” ones who think they are above all other lifeforms, so we may protect our own species.”

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7th rank conscious has been purged as King’s rook silenced my 7th rank voice..

Conscious- Oldest private first class in our battalion, walking down WW2 barracks at Fort Bragg N.C. 30th brigade. Full battle rattle loading on buses for flight to… trouble.”

Route scanning eyes deep, looking for deer or bear movement along tee line of pine and tank trails and fire barriers which tend to track movements of mammals on hunt.. as I could not perceive trail marks at distance. Squirrels made me smile..

Heart- Listening to this song on bus once seated.. as a resonance being I tapped into streams of consciousness and found a song that spoke common ailments of mankind..

        "I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For" U2

Body- Training rugged. two mile run while smoking a cigarette almost compromised my qualification to be called a fit soldier.. Stomach muscles were not in top shape and was glad I only had to do 36 sit-ups… Pushups.. I tended to exceed expectations and could hold my own against most soldiers..

Conscious- Anticipating what my olive green heart would do..? Certainly has .. expectations. Diagonals roadways to future chess possibilities.

“Man is a reasoning rather than a reasonable animal.”- Alexander Hamilton

Conscious- Green ramp door convergence of time space and matter. Point of species gait expressions… impulse generation of trigger pull, intentions and motives of culture, under moral battlefield codes of honor and bravery.

Best thing about soldiering? Shaving common purpose.. where military planners are under laws of choice… However, cultural warriors blow whistles and smoke grenades to the tone frequencies death and life… and it felt like I was a King Bishop pawn warrior.. felt good to be in tune on Kb2..

First mission- Squad leader pointed to me, floor of unit voice when I suggested we pray as comrade warriors..

Heart- “Oh mighty Sapper of universal construction, help us to be combat engineers and defeat I.D.E.’s designed to kill us. Help our eyes scan battlefield for clues and indicators of danger, choke points and booby traps. Ground guide our bullets… in Jesus name, Amen.”

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Black knights.. Wolfpack. Hill folk of all cultures. North Carolina is home to the largest American Indian population east of the Mississippi River, with over 130,000 Indigenous residents. Mexican and Spanish, Chinese and African, Irish, England and German aligned for a purpose..

Government sets rules of engagement for humans, but culture sets resonance for trigger fingers.

2nd tour, going through villages where electric wires gathered to connect to large community generators.. impeding our height clearance needs.. we tore a few down and by-passed others..

Ideology of warlords, intimidating their own neighborhoods via religious fervor. Covering their identity and hiding in schools and hospitals as patients and school children are emotionally expendable…

Mob bosses of linear fear and political clout.. Blood is not cheap, as voice is most precious substance in universe…

Clever 7th rank they were.. setting up obvious signs of soil disturbance and visual candy clues into probable igniters of blast terror. Detonated as a intel unit out ran blast radius..

“Black Knight 7 to black Knight radio check.. ready to depart.”

Battle Captain.. “Hold position, cypher text is red, signal specialist scrambled as codes insert authorized clearance to voice on battlefield…”

“I can’t explain it sir.. reset brigade channels.” said two silver bars.

Conscious- Waiting at fire pit where weapons are confirmed hot and ready.. Last chance to hit latrine or you will shit in a ammo can..

             Pink Floyd - Us and Them (Lyrics)

Daughters safe a tectonic plate away..

Presidents do not show or tell… but they read to little children in school on 9/11.

Heart- “Conscious come forth.”

Conscious- “Yes.”

Heart- “I do not need you on this mission.. I want you to penetrate following location… Sector Zero Mankind's Coordinates: 1.23N 2.79W

Remember you're conscious I.D. number 0007. You are authorized to use conscious slaying words during your interdiction into ideology bunkers of wrong.. and make it right.”

Heart- “Report directly to me on a secure line, after I am body done with this current insurgency..”

“I want a situational awareness report after battalion mission debriefing.. Search internet archives of data resonance investigative probes by content creators on shawl of enlightenment..”

“Request a C.L.A.W. meeting to discuss possible interspecies incursions into societies cement ponds along route 66. Infiltrate mechanisms of rule over Judea/Christian laws to restrain evil intentions and motives..”

Boom!! Echoes of shock permeate dry arid sands space and matter, secondary attack at staged bomb site… exactly 300 meters from our preferred stand off distance… we were still inside the wire.. unharmed, ready to execute orders.

Angelic beings casting swords, Bishops bending time while knights managing space matter operations.. As any chess player knows that passion is willing to sacrifice two dimensions for the sake of managing tempo of time…

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“You cannot play chess if you are kind-hearted.” - French Proverb

I trained officers with choice words of captain obvious as two Lt’s were lying in prone position behind a sapling of camouflage..

Conscious- “What are you two? A improvised machine gun nest? Find some fuckin cover..NOW!!”

Body- Wrestled with Sargent majors during training exercises.. I combat rolled with gusto through obstacle courses.. with live ammo and knives to silence black operatives.

Conscious- No smoking weed. No problem. I had corporeal duties to perform as gray hair commanded respect by blonds and brunette ranks of sentient reasoning… having enough voice to be heard as appointed one of 50 men to lead a platoon of active duty brigade cycles… within the whole nation….

Heart- I did what I was trained to do and did it with passion.. hard target..

Conscious- “Prepare to copy..

Heart- “Ready to copy.”

Conscious- “Mission successful.. Have taken these documents from vault of knowledge..

This man here is a financial species predator of imaginary wealth.. he is society vulnerable to our cultural agents, as pride cometh before a fall.. Our agents are implanted content creators and they do there job well.. social awareness agents tracking shifting values of number 1>1-0…

This is all ideologies secret security guards of international intelligence, coordination with underworld operatives who feed on lust island.. while pushing citizens buttons of ire…

Heart- Good work, take this magnetic resonance inducer diagram to a local community college professor and have him validate as a potential energy source for every household on earth..

Conscious- “I will coordinate with body to make it happen..”

Mind- I was given a chess book from Sadam Husseins’ palace, by my squad leader, a nobleman of Thigpen character. A man of fortitude and presence of testosterone, who leads men by example.

Our first tour of combat operations, 2004 - 2005. He authorized my 3-day pass visit to Kirkuk region as an American soldier guest. Proud Kurdish Staunton stature, peoples of awareness. Fellowship of species battlefield burdens, shared. Safely fight foxholes, back to back.

Castle of respite, with a lobby of chess lords and Queenside Pawns of glorious nature. Kingside Eastern Pawns of cultures’ purpose, amidst nations’ tin tan arid pulse of ancient Arabian swords of noble intent and daggers of political cultural restraint of religious zealots of long-gone songs. Stricken cultural cousins of distress… clean streets of friendly neighborhood barter…

“Major Tom(Coming Home) Peter Shilling

Voyager.… please stand-by– 0….0>1….0=1… break…%>1 respond….-0….%>0/1 over….. anyone? 3.14 radius hello….

“Modulate to band narrow … lower…. lower… shit’ take er’ all’

_-._.--*##<<, (transmission enters earth’s orbit,) “...the…. way down to primate level….Check, check….Hello? Major Tom, over”…silence… “Bring magnetic resonance enhancer, and Weeble, don’t tell that loud mouth Bishop about me being over here...”

Mankind’s resonant culture download analyzed. “Wait one… adjust time modulation’s to match…” Adjust your perspective of time over…. Equalize linear phase modulations carrier wave of sine-wave voice… over.’’ -.,’,“Your forensic generational musical witness, confuses our omniscience.” “Abyss it…. P)%O*&*$!” “Are you a number species or are you a color species? Gait recognition check over?… 3.14° please come in, over….

Heart- “Have a question for you…”

White King- “Can you handle the answer?”

“I am willing to climb stairs of perspective to meet your omniscients.” I said.

White King- “Resonate.”

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The Alan Parsons Project

“How can I bend time space and matter in a linear world? Heart said.

White King- “Looking for purpose.. are you?”

“Yes.. my death is before me as I volunteer to be a soldier of 2nd rank pawns and not puppet fodder of a 7th rank pawn.”

Conscious- I quietly observed square King 1.. where pure voice is thunder clap of prism absolute truth. Recording dialog in halls of emotional law, watching my olive green heart speak.. engaged in conversation with creator…

Mind- “I..”

Heart- “Shut the fuck up you logical number mind criminal bitch!”

Mind- “How dare you interrupt log..”

“Excuse me King, for a moment..”

White King- “Go ahead and take care of your cranial business.. I’ll wait.”

Conscious- Nonsense, deep mental breath anticipation, first-aid survival pouch. Grab rod of correction, to temple of reason … shoving 3.14° force, self-aid lobotomy in, self-aid lobotomy out. Sideways, jab hack swirl, laughing as Vulcan master Spock of probabilities’ demise. Spurts logic ooze drips 45° coal-scarred thin cheeks.

All Good Things - For The Glory (Official Lyric Video)

Better Noise Music

Heart- “I asked a question and you still have not answered, oh omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresent King.”

White King- “What is the real reason you are here talking to me?’

KBp- “I am looking for a path where my heart and conscious can escape the realities I face on planet earth.”

White King- “Is not life enough for you?”

KBp- “No… I want voice.. I want to matter.. I want to kick Satans ass.. I want to be best dad I can be.. leave legacy an earn my eternal name. I only have a 147 followers on species conscious streams on SubStack..”

White King- “You are not ready to wield sentient power.. Tell you what.. I will send you to the battle field where blood red passion spills and thousand yard skull death stares into void of time space and matter… hoping you say something worthy of last words of corporeal existence..”

“Death is nothing to be worried about, it is life, that concerns me. - kbp

White King- Reaches for my helmet and adjusts my chin strap and tightens straps of salvation..Turns me around and adjusts shoulder straps of the breast plate of righteousness, Girdles my sword shash as a gunslinger would for a quick draw…

“When’s last time you sharpened your sword?” King said.

“Decades ago.”

White King- “You mean you haven’t read my word in a long time?”

“I know.. sounds bad.. but your word is so deep that my conscious could not swim in its completed wisdom.. I figured it be best to do what I knew to do..

The First Commandment: "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind".

The Second Commandment: "Love your neighbor as yourself".

White King- “Rescue my 7th rank pawns.. they are not your enemy.. their just another frustrated pawn practically forced to sign non-disclosure statements. Tired of having to pay for space time and matter because of corporate, ideology, and despite religion and government.”

“Give me more perspective.” I said.

White King- Now stooped to tie shod my feet.. “Walk according to faith in my provision and do no harm..”

KBp- “Roger, I know the rules of engagement. This is a ethereal battle where demonic forces inhabit corporeal beings.. My targets are corporate institutions, to weaken the bureaucracy hold 6 dark families have over all vocations of craft and governments on earth, gaining access to 7 dooms and eventually the singularity himself..”

Penetrate atomic bunkers of logic..

Bio-data entered into a vast underground, computer-network atomic bunker of logic. Within bowels of Arithmetic Department, security vaults contain nondisclosure statements of proprietary operating procedures. Mathematicians, lawyer’s, craftsmen, and women, agree not to acknowledge 0 in public forums.

White King- “You will need triple 0007 clearance.. put this in your conscious pocket..”

“Thanks.”

“Before you go..” King said.. “Queen tells me that you have a slow death wish.. that you smoke weed and cigarettes and drink beer.”

“Its true.. I tried to please you for 15 long years and it got me no where.. so I gave up trying to be perfect.. and just.. accept that you love me just because of my voice, olive green dispersed from your prism of pascal colors..”

White King- “Good answer, just can’t promise how long I will protect your body from destroying itself..”

KBp- “Give my regards to the Queen.."

Dire Straits

Time to conquer planet earth.. to bend time space and matter as a resonance being… needed to acquire some imaginary money since tangible wealth did not exist in public eye of domesticated human beings..

Conscious- “I am applying for a culturally certified species job.”

Society- “What type of job…young man?”

“6D hexagonal exchange market system that unites want and need for effective management of periodic table. What you want, and I need.”

Society- “Great, can you divide numbers?”

“Yes, but why do you want me to divide?“

“Duh… so we can make a profit…. Can you work overtime when I request, and be less white?” Coca-Cola control operator fizzles.

“How about olive green?”

“Pee in this cup so we can verify your drug usage is certified and in accordance with Dr. Falseys guidance.”

“That’ll cost about $350.00.”

“Oh no, we don’t charge you anything.”

“Do you know how valuable urine is? No, $350.00 is sufficient compensation, not like I’m being unreasonable.”

“For 3 ounces? Sign this operating practices nondisclosure statement, an address to pay, and lastly, give us your government identic number…for societal purposes wink-wink…”

“No, I am not interested in your corporate blow job. I want to procreate a legacy for my clan and tribe, can’t do that if you’re asking me to sterilize my conscious voice.”

Society- “Looks like ☕ certainly put you in a witty mood! I like spunk and candor, wonderful. Your I.D., please.”

“Can you take a fecal sample?”

Society- ??? Brows curl.

“This way, you can investigate ass of my past for a one time fee of a copper bar of equal weight.”

Society- “Outrageous!”

Over 250 jobs just to make ends meet as time space and matter are not free… textiles, sod laying, tree cutting lawn manicurist, warehouse processing of obsolescent goods, scraping slag off Hi-definition plasma cut metal parts.

Nothing lasting as I moved where ever my heart wandered.. I went on road to explore westward bound..

C.W. McCall - Convoy

Alamo YTC Germany

Truckers commerce, heroes of professional conscious voice rise. Sentient people of culture on whites side of economic clashes with commerce department. Grass-root community swell of species preservationist. Government only unlicensed craft to exist….

Cruising route 66.. as a deliver driver assistant… having furniture from N.C. with stops along way to west coast. Larry had me ready to pencil in time sheets under d.m.v. guard towers weighing cargo.. blue rim hats with baseball bats of rules and regulations according to commerce laws of society.. Obsolescent products must flow..

Better jobs available in small businesses and mom and pop stores.. Interview process simple and direct.. no non-disclosure statements to sign. Employment opportunities with just a handshake of agreement.. no urine or a personality test questionnaire.

A few simple questions about intentions and motives under chair of color observation…

… her tail up. Halt Halt Halt. Stalks lone merchant, her claws of decision unfurl at festival booth.

Thomas Dolby - She Blinded Me With Science (Official Video - HD Remaster)

Thomas Dolby Official

Conscious- Shopping debt excursions have taken a toll on my body as bills pile up. Heart fibrillates.

Manicure hands of digital first-grade display, “Numbers galore in, palm of hand, own personalized PIN.”

Was he inviting of relationship with her?

“Don’t you have Ram’s horn?” I said.

Noble Foothiller emerges a barter profession of species trade, a sentient product of refinement, a Matter horn.

“3-mountain-ridge range, variant oscillations, leather twine grip, weatherproof tones of I’m close!” Was he inviting of relationship with verse?”

Mountaineer unpolluted with corporate tele-enterprises emerges, free extended hand … “I am here… and available. I am a hands on sign language expert dedicated to pawn duo satisfaction.

“Sold.” Contract pheromone hand-shake…

Her gait encircle examines my identity. Nips courtyard familiarity deep her lips of wanting a phone, as she nibbles my ear in public..

Rubs my back …”Stay away from PINs, Milady.” “I’ll take horn too; how much?” Her hand of soft pauses touch of digital persuasion’s course. Vulnerable eyes of desire, a need that tangles my wants.

“I can’t believe you are so adamant about proprietary operating systems, surely corporate is not so devious as to inflict pains you imagine,” she said.

Energy Cross

Dmitro Khatskevych

Postures 45° slant on Queen’s seventh square of maiden desire, flaunting optimistic cultural dreams, cross cordial legs of unfathomable emotional tenderness. Yellow carribean dress. Creases and folds of movement disrupt time, space, and matter. Petite whisp perfume echoes fair maiden’s allure and exudes orifices of her touch. E has arrived.

Now

E = ------ x ( - 1\ ) ÷ ( 2- 20kHz) × ∞

Matter.

While time, space, and matter are important, she prefers to surf on waves of color personality.

Intruder (2015 Remaster)

Van Halen

Body- Silken strands bounce black DNA, petite fine. Gallop’s gait of passion dreams, I observe. Unawares ensnare, purpose pheromones, or first saw, I do not know.

Conscious- Body sway, tender-cordial, strong countenance. Journey of eye’s reign. Flow hand’s rhythms of neighbor needs, fibrous gestures desirous of grace. Service smile greets, mind troubled by Human relations.

Heart- Agile-aware, explores mind-body lie’s trot… passion swells desire realms. Want strong-viral chambers of 💚-body. Possibilities’ presence encompasses primal nature. Her breasts alive with milk.. legs-thighs surpass sauteed succulence seduction. Rhythm gait steps prowl environment ambiance. Moguls entry point identified. Angles of closeness waft her scent strong, overtaking biological control.

Eyes of awareness observance, her form declares nobility to be alive and well, favored arboretum flavors swirl of passion resides queen-side nature, her courage impels public attention. Her gait laced with garment impressions of royalty. I bestow wisdoms gems upon her crown, as we play with dolls of her inquisitive golden majestic imagination. Doterra Representative of oils allure.

Not knowing that a few years later there would be another voice to protect..

Her gait steps towards tomorrows unknown, Arboretum conscious clock guides 3.14 degrees of fellowship. Descending from noble spectrum of rainbow awareness of sentient identities needs. Her wants shall be voiced as she consumes space and attends to that which matters most.

Ten Years and Two Daughters

Led Zeppelin - Stairway To Heaven (Official Audio)

Led Zeppelin

Queen Bishop pawn- “Talk to me!”

“Now that you have a nursing degree.. it is time for me to conquer time space and matter..” I said.

I continued… “I am a ideology terrorist and I came to destroy logic. Take down all ideologies and religions with voice. Infiltrate atomic bunkers of society.. take down corporate institutions..”

She said.. “You need to trust government to protect our familial legacy..” She uttered the D word...

Her needs entangled my wants..

Now homeless…

Unable to dad my way into my daughters conscious anymore.. Child support of my own volition as I still had a job to do.. Be best dad I can be has not changed.. just circumstances beyond my passion control…

STYX - Blue Collar Man (Long Nights) w/Lyrics

Excelbass

I had no time, no space and no matter.. a beggar whose tangible wealth equals weight of two beer bottle caps. Things were not looking good as I was now 43 years old.. never to work for corporate again..

Years decades gone, never to return as I had lost everything of value. Isolated in my mind with no conscious memories of my hearts desires. Now what?

How do you secure time? I tell you it is a simple matter of not agreeing to pursuits that lie outside of my implanted ambitions…

“I see you found your homing beacon.” Said White King.

“Yeah.. can I get you a glass of water?”

“I’d rather drink from a pond.. your faucets a little dirty.. Creator said.

“I am comfortably numb.. I need some of your passion…” I said.

“So you want to work for me now?”

“Yes sir.. ready for your retirement plan to take effect.”

“I want you to be an ambsdrpawn.. here is your clearance card..” He hands me a new cultural identity…

30th brigade, state national guard minute men and woman for species response to international tragedies.

We’ve Only Just Begun

Carpenters

Knowing babies are pushed into resonance university at birth.. Classroom of arm cuddle and mom and dad’s face examining my gait resonance. Her breast full of nurture possibilities.. reading and singing lullaby’s of legacy.. and dad.. carrying an obsidian rock as demanded by societal institutions..

I, am a pheromone knowing baby that could read gait as I have been trained in fields of sensory color recognition.. Moods immolated as animated conversations of 3 dimensional marvels of touch, sight and sound… smelling powerfully as identic pulses of emotional situational awareness..

Wonder years pass quickly as I search for meanings of linear words and gestures of land mammals and pets. Communication becoming increasingly difficult as ambiguity replaced clarity…

Color presentation games enthralled my conscious as reminders of my ethereal home…. 3 years into carbon swelling I could sit in front of t.v. and be color saturated with cartoons of singularity approved imaginary entertainment instead of continuing my resonance master degree..

Time, space and matter exaggerations set me decades behind as a Ideology scientist. All crafts misrepresented as viable means to regulate activities on earth..

Life was preciously fun when I ignored my mind training. Linear training was exhausting, mind neurons were too opposed to exist in a sine wave bubble. Right hemisphere left hemisphere thoughts passing lateral ideas. Back and forth, forth and back never ending alternating current of thoughts plagued my conscious capacity to understand sine wave needs and wants.

Lynyrd Skynyrd - Simple Man (Audio)

Lynyrd Skynyrd

Heart- Mom walks to school, 6-stones throw from our house. Instructing me…

“Sentient language is derived from streams of all consciousness. 6-dimensional words of life’s expressions are critical to pass information from entity to entity… Tame your refractive barometer of holiday expressions necessary for meaningful discussions my son…”

“Our ancestral verbiage usage predicated on situational awareness…. As voice consolidation of a Dune ‘Bene Gesserit’ resonance lung breath control. Conscious dew protection measures accurate cohesion to bend other peoples time space and matter. Cultural guttural frequency of a kingside protocol of emotional survival roar.”

“Guard my antimatter’s special delight. Packed your lunch box, treat and your ‘secret corporate’ letters, asking for a refund and Small business community appreciation day letter and economics report…run along now… remember just learn basics and ignore all that other fluff…. understand?”

“Yes mommy.”

Dear, Mr. or Mrs. Lodge cast iron Crafts-makers,

Thanks for my captain American made 10’ shield! Awesome sentient superpower’s of generational wealth… someday, I will be a parkour hero, and then you can make me a helmet! Oh yeah, put an eyelet on each end, so I can attach my leather arm-straps. Also, your griddle line should include a peep hole for grease to drain, so when mommy’s done, I can use it as riot gear… Thanks…have a great day! -kbp

Class begun in a room of learning.. wooden seats and wooden desk where books were laid according to topic.. 7 windows which brought no sun light to illuminate institutional thinking. Shadowed books on teachers desk… at least that is what I thought…

Starland Vocal Band - Afternoon Delight (1976) (Official Video)

Classic Sounds 70s

Her bold gait words shaded to utter a persons thoughts clearly and beautifully. Communication reflects prisms production of color for sentient activities and social awareness…”

I raised my hand to be recognized…

Body- “I assimilate you. Passion is my body language of a smile of your fine curves of nurture. Biological chemistry flows your pheromones of pleasantness towards me. Your hip wags mystery of romantic interplay…”

Conscious- Hunt for feminine adorn allures.. modest garment comfortable statement of her instinctual flare. My neuron activation of color’s primal purpose, of scent intention, displays moon light conversations possibilities. I swallow her voice with primal wildlife intentions. Touch, an aphrodisiac of tympanic resonance of antimatter power.

Heart- “Care to meet me at my fort house in temperate woods of desire?”

“Excuse me; we can communicate without our noses.” Queenside English teacher of pawns straightened.

Conscious- Triangulations of identic pulse… posture recognition, stance gait stride of elbow and knee harmonics, hip curves of tone displays of her frequency pitch. Sentient data sine waves are alluring bands of bond gender resonance disbursement..

Pheromone energy pulse wave of her heart scent mode, emanates from 5th - 6th dimensions of her body gait communication..

I sniff to explore... her.

“Give me more luscious data to extrapolate, posture recognition, stance gait stride harmonics tone displays of your frequency pitch. Sentient data sine waves are alluring bands of resonance disbursement, a pulse energy wave of your 5th - 6th dimensions mode, ripples ethereal heart concerns. You’re human, aren’t you?”

“Yes, how can you tell, young man?”

“Your teaching linear Language driven by 3 dimensional expressions of cranial thoughts, instead of emotions candor language, rather than relying on our species gait natural instinctual interpretation skills to communicate resonance.” I said.

She replied… “So what are you saying?”

“Your wasting my time.. You should teach us how to communicate like your pet communicates with you. I want to rub my nose endearingly on your face. Caress your calves with my finger tips.. measuring curve of your hip with my palms and inhale neck pheromones of attraction… “How come you don‘t teach sentient language?”

“College certification for voice training does not apply to resonance.. We are taught to use linear language to convey ideas not moods. We are preparing you for a corporate time clock or a government vocational janitor of ideology as a politician.” She said.

My eyes drifted..“You need to take that fine pheromone production rump down to work with “the” music teacher, grab “the” art teacher and a couple of crayons and learn how to draw intentions and motives expression like a child.”

“Integrate musical notes with colored words to form sentences. Differentiate mood of speaker so that hearer or reader can rejoice as all words are pigments of emotional vibrance..Language of colors conveys refractory information such as intent and motive of subject matter, personality traits of world view friend or foe.. Gait recognition training.”

Resonation of a persons gait.. once, you master true speech, you can easily define another persons intentions and motives. For now, you avoid chalkboard clarity and choose to use 3 dimensional linear words hap-hazzardly, wasting our species future.”

Cussing at our young ears as you worship “the” word incessantly. Clearly your craft has been in bed with math teacher.. nobody cares about numbers singularic nick name!”

Professors have failed to improve language craft of advancing cognitive reasoning.

Sent to principal’s office.

Principal’s office- Morning sunlight dust beams whisp cool autumn’s fresh passage, correction drafts across wooden desk of purpose. Holden Caulfield files 3rd & 4th-dimensional matter’s of papers flagellations.

Nostrils waft delight …filtering direction, speed, wind sheds refractory features of scent migration. Ahh…. nose vacuum preference fragrances approximately 50 meters maximum absorption range, a flower bed perhaps, as I was young and untrained. Legs swing innocence of seat height, boredom, and unknown adult anticipation concerns.

“Listen here, young man, I understand your appreciation for Lady Scrumdelicious, her 3-dimensional use of time, space, and matter is impressive, however it is not polite to be so …blunt.”

“Have I said wrong, sir?”

“Not really; we don’t want you to challenge accepted thought patterns. You need rules and order for civilization to occur. You don’t want to mess it up for everybody, do you?”

“Do you have any coffee?”

“I’m busy, young man; I don’t serve students. You have to be respectful of my doctorate in education.” gesturing to wall certificates of knowledge…

I said “ I do not see any certificates of wisdom! Why do you ignore sine wave based instructional teaching? Parental instruction is cultural standard for education and yet you claim to know whats best for children? Whose side would you rather be on, tribes and clans or national sanctity or “Bored of ignorant obsolescent predictive text education?”

Out came wooden paddle, (made by woodshop instructor, complete with holes of air-escaping lessons of pain).

I said “You believe this temporal moment to be obscure and of little significance…a paddle of correction to your perceptions of knowledge. Well Sir, though you may think your office door is closed for privacy of your judgments, you are being recorded on streams of public consciousness.”

Grimacing a swinging arm he said “Intimidated by School Board initiated direct energy waves… are you sport? Whaack… Professors temporal tongue word manual’s of expression ignored? Huh?” Whaaaa’ck cracks on my ass..

I left office for a more realistic option, less painful. “Well then, give me a couple of bananas so I can primate on ‘the’ monkey 🙊🙉🙈bars of 7th rank pawn ignorance” I murmured respectfully.

                          *Gym class*

Tears For Fears - Woman In Chains ft. Oleta Adams

Tears For Fears

Heart- 
                   … Charlotte Cody, 
            italic’ body pedals’ soft appeal.
Silken-obsidian facial flash of delight and her pigment’s taint. 
She swoons spiral stare hues of hungry inquisitive predatory eyes,                                          

                 securing public attention. 
     Pascal honeysuckle-lyric’s dilation diction breath…
                  bath’s her pheromones. 
 Feline melodies articulates spectacular attraction abilities. 

         Jump ropes across our gender common playground
             of our maturated recess neighborhood. 
              Bravado clicks of male voice roam, 
           searching for a sweet resonance of form,
                facial construction smile. 

             A tune to sooth timbre of my charm gait. 
         Unencumbered by male constraints of relationship, 
                      or so it appeared.

Mind/Body- An alpha predator assaults my sigma boundaries of acceptable playground behavior breach. Prowess diminished by monkey bars swing sucker-kneed broken-ribs cheap shot. I had to expand situational emotional species gait awareness of my competitors, gasp transitioning into phase of beta male status, for a season…

                          *Math class*

The Logical Song

Supertramp - Topic

My corporeal dad as I only have one father, taught me craft math is harder to destroy than capitalism as many people learn to divide to get linear jobs... with non disclosure agreements for employees to keep their mouths SHUT!

Conscious- “Intimidated by professors of logic? Were you told 0 = Nothing? Zero a baseline? Math a mental numerical catalyst for probabilistic fantasies with no shades or hues to define what numbers represent. I said, Why measure numbers based on nothing?”

“That way, we can understand 3 dimensions.” Flatlander’s teacher said.

I raised my hand…”How come you don’t teach sentient math?”

“What kind of math…young man?”

“6D hexagonal interrogation system interprets intent and motives, “intangible” traits of character, which mankind has not yet quantify. Gait is measured by all living beings, especially wildlife. Math, a desperate spatial attempt of thought with 2-20 Khz obsolescent perceptions. You’re human, aren’t you?”

“Yes, how can you tell?” He said.

“All sentient beings navigate cultural diversity sensory analysis process to compensate for time, space, and matter, but you don’t know how.”

Teacher replied, “Okay, Einstein! Take this chalk and tell me what my intent and motive is.”

Linear minds trust numbers and statistics to navigate social issues of governing our species instincts and pheromones. Ignoring passion prism generated personality colors and music resonance in favor of some linear algorithm. Violating principles of all relationships..

Remember how creator punished King David for counting? 1 Chronicles 21.

Math is worshiped by many societal vocations, however, 1 is never defined correctly.. considered an adjective of the word more.. more better than zero, even though we by sentient rights have access to every element on periodic table of tangible wealth.

Statisticians are in danger of loosing craft integrity as a member of species craft. Having to accept their craft becoming extinguished like horse stables since the arrival of manufacturer service center. Infecting other crafts with their linear thinking..

“All starts in this classroom and that toilet paper college degree hanging on your desk.. I said to my teacher Mr. Count Dracula..

Looking into his eyes of 0>1 bewilderment of being consciously called out by wisdom over his ignorant knowledge.. even in front of his own students..”

He pulled out his eraser and began to make wide sweeping radicle swipes on chalkboard of linear knowledge..

I said “Math became catalyst for logic to assert its’ numbered opinion on sentient matters of infinite concerns. Statisticians use linear numbers to measure 2-20 kHz frequency range only. Integers assigned to character traits are derived from color spectrum, which is sono-refractive measurable. Now, we will measure your impact. Are you sure about this? Everyone will know.”

He said, “Class dismissed.”

2nd rank rises up against 7th rank mathematicians, place a charge of species treason at dark feet of those who practice number ideology as an idol of logic.. numbers voodoo effect on real time relationship with the creator Himself..

Lauren Daigle - You Say (Official Music Video)

Lauren Daigle

Jeremiah 1:5 before I formed thee in the womb.. I knew you...

Before birth, there was awareness. Before lungs breathed atmosphere. Before skin inherited gravity. Before governments numbered us. Before society instructed us. Before institutions named us. There was cultural resonance. Our conscious eternal fragment of self, suspended beyond time-space matter.

His light resonates prism upon me..filtered by gentle hands of pure character. Issuance of passions voice saturate my identic being. Birth of my sentient awareness.. overcomes questions about relationship with creator..

Yearnings evolving as other voices cocooned within field of hopes and dreams.. hearts and consciousness prosper.. as there was no want or desire that superseded intentions or motives, because color resonance was already need perfected…

Queen side pawn of destiny sang.. saturating king side pawns with intoxications of pheromone nurture.. a gender liaison with love..

Virtuous warrior, bare low sword ready. Passion hot curves yield tan muscle flows. Primal equality functions’ purpose of Pawn duo. Hue’s emotion, true purpose, deep low dip, shoulder blade strong. Bloom, pascal cleavage, moon shadows elations curves allure.

King embeds devotion..to never leave or forsake, a homing beacon, two way transmitter of resonance that sparked conversation in frequencies beyond 2-20 kHz, which spans beyond time space and matter boundaries of corporeal existence.. but easily accessed via tympanic chambers of my oneness..

                   Field of Passion Dreams

Are you a person who can transport their conscious imagination to another location where there is a collective gathering of individual hopes and cultural color dreams?

Reader of time - As of this hour your conscious eyes shall be opened. Thought life as you know it will cease to mind exist as logic could not compare to passion. Resonance echoes back frequencies your soul recognizes before language arrives.

King attenuates an ethereal filament’s homing beacon of pure pigment oil. Illumination color smile, bearing His arboretum radiant realm. An orator of choice to come, unveils a refractive identic gait for me, as a potential comrade of sentient route step purpose.

As for me… I am but one voice in a vast cocoon of anti- space as there is no isolation.. This is our species story.. my story in midst of His story..

Absorbing every quark-particle nutrient of relationship information as emotional beings. My conscious catalogs possible heart interest surveying possible crafts options.

My kbp voice persona heart fibers, didn’t like frivolous pascal color’s shades, as motif of identic resonance. Royalty purple’s high photon energy responsibilities, difficult to bear. Yellow optimism rarely had enough forward courage in face of little danger. Red passion’s quest, not very practical with its low photon energy dissipation.

Blue-Oceans emotional law sine wave crests splash against my symbiotic conscious/heart of species drift, my personality migrates in wade, on shoreline cove castle harbor. Peace and tranquility funnels slowly into abyss… molasses of sweet resonance pours on earth..

Reader of time - “Dangerous nearby grabbing swirls of taint-spiral interdimensional event horizon darkness centrifuge, threatens conscious catapult, into 3 dimensions, strictly voluntarily. Best drop conscious identic anchor here in sentient harbor. Species eavesdrop-guard your curiosity sensory awareness, from a safe mind distance, and don’t forget who you are. Bring thought origination closer to your council chambers.”

I left, to better cleft, my species purpose…

Bachman-Turner Overdrive Not Fragile with Lyrics in Description

Southern Rocker

I went to secure a piece of womb of life.. Left without permission fields of dreams.. Plunging down spiral into vortex of time space and matter..

Conscious vomiting along way to 3 dimensional leak… Black every where like a shit stain on fabric of life.. I was on diaper duty. encountering 7 dooms whispering echoes.. ideologically slashing my face with probabilities instead of possibilities…

Singularity became number 1 and fractions followed. Counting pointless as their is but 1 dark king and White King gave singularity everything he wanted… time space and matter..

Gauntlet laid down on a chessboard.. logic versus passion…

Lorde - Royals (US Version)

Lorde

“Shh …be still,” Queen Bishop Pawn squires.

Focus; seen her before ...deep forest squares, young maiden’s third. Once, bathing in blue-white satin pond orb of awareness. Luminous passion fog girdles her bubble swirl personality. Expectation’s cliff flows silk trait pedals flutter, charm’s waterfall hypnotic noble nutrient grows molecular-curves. Species stature ethereal antimatter manipulation nurture, superpowers of her tribal gender identity.

“What happened?”

“Milady, I purpose plummet, gravity well of influence, which leads to societal abyss.”

“Learn from that which is already known?”

...Leopard prowl uncovers feminine attitude, rumbles breath across potion-trait inquiry oils. Formidable guardian, tempered emotional conversation agile with wisdom. Posture as leader of staunton stature alert. Hunts…

“Milady, tranquility sea’s rehearsals turbulent, yet your gregarious vibrant edge-sharp conscious, cascades refreshments of joy upon me. Vineyard nectar dew glitter flavors saps my conscious. Potion touch oil’s assuages me your patio of delight, seating for two?”

Sentry’s royal, sultry-blue slow eyes, undress fabric of my nature. Unique harmonic inquisitions’ prowl of her spectrum-compatibility displayed. Character traits, peer assertive, clear, heavy candor, personality pop-presence.... passion. Paw claws paints decisions extract of curl grip on fertile soil elation nutrient …lowers arrear’s with baited twitch.

“Steadfast sire!” she torts. “Unveil now? Precipice of battle? My armor has been fitted for many, not one.”

“I’m one of many, who want to stand by your side. Fear dark shades obscure, hue away your evolving song, with temptation’s taint. Motive of your lyric to thrush oblivion’s hollow.”

Gait encircle examines my identity. Steps truth, security, tread light. Paws till ground soil of planted ambitions. Resolve stiffens. Broadens stride close 45°...”Tell me more.”

“Scars, ugly pigmental abomination, cloaks terror discords want, counterpoints of need, twisted.”

Pristine. Ardent nature peers wonder. Emotional elegance silken virtues sanctum voice, rustle leaf’s of caution… “What is terror?”

Bold purpose full, garden lair of camouflage passion… hidden amongst sheer caves cleft off expectation’s mystery identic waterfall. Provocative shadow’s depth flows sequential velvet allures,’ sound-color’s sensual language of sugar-spice nectar nice. Arboretum neon personality bloom, swizzle-stick precious stir of voice.

“Well of influence, descend I, conscious recoils shock isolate. Seized by hues and shades of logic, altered biological realities. Vortex echoes of sulfur-dark mineral impulses. Caged my conscious in a prism of unknown.”

“Ugly words…. sire, wilts hope. I feel death’s garden shears contend for clippings of my despair. Even now, your presence disturbs.”

“Milady, please ...”

“State your intent!”

Heart- Prowl hunts procreation possibilities, real relationship. Maidens nurture equatorial cleavage virtues perceptions of possibilities. Mystery-fierce, unbridled devotion of life’s cultural ambitions. Measurements digitized to analyze nature….

Conscious- Crept foliage-thick greenblades part, curious-measures refractive substance. Contour coal, ridged shadow, reflects my acid state..

Led Zeppelin - Kashmir (Remaster) (Official Audio)

Led Zeppelin

Conscious swirls my cellular ribbed-caged-motive vine. Time travel root, where ambitions form a sacred growing trust. Nutrient chamber’s oils pump pigments’ stir passion through chambers pulse salutations infatuation frequency.

Verify cordial intent before “Elational” procedures. Beats my brash chamber-pulse tonal lyrics. Mood blends want and needs, form-precarious balance gait of which you drum now. Tenor vibrations savage of galactic truth moguls. Personal motive …naked, snow-white, fresh-powder romance…

Motives bloom burgundy-rich nectar, fibrous-succulence flowers her garden bloom identity. Idealism’s precious soft plumes ambitions germinates queenside garden floor. Shrouds of white path laden with rose petals, 🥀 fresh of softness hope…

Passion nurture sword poised, ready to execute refractive expectations. Posture threatens absence of fair maiden possibilities. Gait arrested,escorted away. Slip shawl enlightenment from touch, covert desire, her well-being.

Aerosmith - Dream On (Lyrics)

Lost Panda

Sound solitude steps numb heavy towards Castle gate, despondent, until Weeble.“Not in mood, Weeble.”

“Hooah.” Route steps quietly. Good to have battle buddy. No Immortal officers back rank protocols. Always about consciousness formality, out of Bishop’s way.

Young maidens, lords frolic square dance fields of awareness, along coral reefs of black/white training. Riding, playing tag, Knights along foothills, Bishops concert oasis unfolds, wade pools, gentle hum, chorus leisure. Surfers paddle crimson passion curls crest on event horizon prime. Gestures sound waves jetties peace toward Earth.

“Am I ugly, Weeble?”

“Need a second opinion now?” Tout of a smile.

“I’m confused… You don’t have scars.”

“Your rescue united us. Impression of singularic voice, not able to isolate.”

“Do you know terror?”

“My friend …” Sonic resonance jest soft-accentuates warmth glows in council chambers of trusted guest’s welcomed wisdom….

“Language of pawns familiar because of mass cultural expectations of conscious social environments. Encounters of cultural exploration take place in chambers of heart, where intent and motive forms voice of fellowship safety, our Identic path. Terror obscures voice of purpose with synthetic ideology of 1.”

“Yearn to serve, earn an eternal name, be more than now, and of course ...get laid.”

“Ambitions vines thick; what’s up with this lone passion sprout?”

“Got to second base and then, she ‘Fire / Iced’ me.”

“Ouch …What you sing?”

“Intent.”

“You need strategy. I would’ve sung a few notes from chamber of motives. Saying, “Voice can never be perfected unless it can become all things at once zero.”

“Interesting.” We have been friends ever since our resonance melded on fields of chess training.”

Ascension Harmonics

Jonathan Goldman - Topic

King’s Rook tower intersects silent tear-wept eroded sand-stone gorge. Mogul’s slope allures desires along backcountry rainbow ravines trail. Emerald castles cliff podium of species voice. Ugly words. I left.

Down spiral echo muffle staircase of emotional stability. Tubular chamber blocks drip trait color droplets dew, bubbles of noble pure conscious. Refreshments last meal absorbed, before executing departure from all that is known.

Heart arms-room alloy’s temperaments gear. Smooth crafted double edged glow, forges my character’s bond handshake. King’s purple authority emblem emblazons ribbed breastplate cage of antimatter power. Don laces, snatch shield, seize sword; green ramp door.

Castlegate cocoon fibrous-smoke rose a nebula’s blue/white well-pond portal fog. Spacetime funnel dilations trains a vortex open, ready to gravity-absorb me whole. Turn low, ready to salute. Immortals gather at KB3, castle moat open for passage incursion. Day of Knight strode neck low, hoofs, court concern of steps. Endears nudge, rub nose upon me, nips courtyard of familiarity deep. “I’ll miss you my friend. Stay away from pins, skewers, and that fractional Bitch.”

Arbiters’ formal, consider ugly words. Queen summoned. Majestic robe sway absorbs passion tear… patrolling affairs of little sentients. Gait thunders primal purpose along fellowship’s shoreline.

Impact presence rumbles terror, or applause identic clap divine. I kneel. Her scent-swoon desire embeds my chamber oil’s of still gait, before arrival. Soldier prayer prostrate, maximize absorption intent specific. Mood opposition nullified. Color’s restoration and song complete. Newly washed. Ugly words gone.

“Arise my King Bishop Pawn.”

Wonder stood I, Queen’s awareness of my understanding, at a distance of comfortable communication. Halls of gathering rather sedate, light shadows reflection, an obscure shadow of self-untested resonance…

“Why did you dismember fabric of life?”

Her vestige red-royal hem’s hues glow. Penetrating eyes of knowing, reserved, harness of power. Sought truth“Arousal” I said.

Scanned. Identic wave interpreted.

“Believe King’s affections protect?”

Silence… long pause of sine wave word wait, I pond ideas response still calm careful, wonder response collaboration, both heart and conscious, ripples a reply, “My Queen,tactical decisions many. Shawl of Enlightenment provides protection for Queen Bishop Pawn.”

“What about 7th rank pawns?”

“I shall destroy logic.”

“So be it, ConsciousHeart, King Bishop Pawn.”

Life does not begin at birth. Birth itself is a descent into matter. And death is merely consciousness shedding temporary flesh before crossing into another movement upon eternity’s board. The game continues. The board changes. The pieces move. The conscience atom survives.

Home

Hans Zimmer

“Coffee?” asks King.
“None of that flavored crap.” “Black?”
“Yes, Sir; thanks.”

“Been over your reports, I’m impressed. However, I do see concerns, particularly threshold of life.”

“My King.”

“Where have your footsteps taken you?”

“Efficiency, tactical prudence, interactive arts, zoogeography, molecular science, musical compositions of voice, and romance, to a degree.”

“Interesting, any contusions of Conscious?”

“I have no empathy or sympathy, patience, determination or pity; Myself, protective and ...aroused.”

“Yes, is as it appears.”
“I’ve been forged for purpose, not desire!”
“My dear pawn, what taints your perception?”
“I ...enjoy purpose, soldiering gives order, goals to achieve.” “Best thing about being a soldier?”

“Fellowship of friends and ...comrades of purpose.”
“Fellowship is why you were forged, purpose serves fellowship (0>1).”

I pondered His words as I sip dark black coffee..

White King- “So you think you are ready to be a pawn in my army?’

King Bishop pawn- “Yes.’

White King- “Are you able to protect that which matters most to me?”

KBp- “Yes”

I stood on top of podium of expression after having climbed Rook’s tower of emotional law. Fortress of voice… ready to song as a comrade warrior of resonance..

Olive green demeanor, a tactical sleuth enamored with King Knights Pawns strategy, to rescue all 7th rank pawns… on behalf of all relationships…

Gravity wisp commences point of no return. Volunteer haste dispatch through reality- chambered walls of ethereal division. Seek forward base of operations, establish tactical self-command center. A shelter to reproduce pawns of hope.

Heart - Alone

Heart

Last echo of melancholy resonance tones in a tune of hope evades my ears of awareness…

I warp drive through a bishop diagonal helical cauterization time tunnel of corridors swift vibrance. Radio active colors slicing spiral voice beams cut off all consciousness wormhole boundaries.

Pulsates tubular power-insulation, echo-chamber isolation threads…. encasing 3 realms of my sentient metamorphosis into blue-green marble orbital drift towards hue..

Infinite numeric ripple antimatter’s cultural effect; blade my passion sword upon society’s vocations of 3.14 exploitation. I thicken carbon elements of swell, as sector zero approaches…

Mind- Division of corporeal duties, separation of purpose complete. Body monitor automation is successful. Releasing in 3, 2,1, trajectory stabilizer, mental restraints secured by sentient-conscious latch. First initial contact of heart chambers is established. Sector Zero of innocence. Rook directs mind and body’s occupation of KB7 square.

Conscious- Newborn squares beckon space occupation, or else, I die of un-exposure.

3 Doors Down - Kryptonite (Official Video)

3doorsdown

🌎 left mitten, 1960. Galactic energy winds deposit me, myself, and I at Southgate of Nordic longitude, social latitude (capitalism 1>1- 0).

AI

KOTR – Knights of the Revival

Hums and drums emerging sonic white prism resonance. Inspires our species consciousness to disperse voice as most precious substance on earth. Pawns as noble sojourn through common battle field of voice liberation from bonds of logic..

Creating new cultural crafts along periodic mental tables of tangible wealth…

Dispensations of Kings desires for relationship, spoken on an intimate and personal collaboration level, while surfing on modern technological streams of our species consciousness… where society is at its weakest..

Kingside and Queenside pawns forming pawn duo voice.. experts at forming pawn chains and levers from which to combat minds inability to measure passion found in every conceivable position of inter-dimensional possibilities…

Pawn duo passion marriage cannot be sustained without family management meditational prayer.. quietness of wisdom in chair of color self examination…

Help..

Gnarls Barkley - Crazy (Cover by Stephen Glickman)

Cover Nation

Squares of opportunity and defense measures to counter logical players insanity perspectives on what is happening on chess board…

Sanity, moves according to peaceful direction of our King, which holds rights of first move… King Knight Pawn, who leads file of strategy statement…

Your next move search… your mind requests access to your sensory neuron board of resonance information, current conditions on chess board where linear minds can express themselves in three dimensions.

White and black squares infusing supreme junction vector points from which to operate at peak efficiency to take down logic…

Individual voices that have yet to be rescued from 7th rank isolation. Seemingly separated from creator relations..

*Above chart, boundaries of imagination in another dimensional realm, where my KBP conscious tactics roams… as a sentient being.. resonating tactical voice.. tone and tune with frequencies even wildlife can understand..

Dark, busy swallowing every color hue. Color digestion into tainted conscious guilt stomach of nothingness.. consuming black acid shadows feasting on rainbow hopes of life’s voices…

Pink Floyd – Time (Official Audio)

Pink Floyd

Opening ideologies form as Satan takes control over 3 dimensions casting shadow deceptions perceptions. Dangers a new chess player must first learn.. before entering cement ponds of metropolis..

1st rank, immortal minor and major powers of movement specializations, folding probabilities into possibilities… from rural and foot hills and to some who reside as mountaineers of voice tamed by passion..

Ranks and files of logic.. versus daily diagonals thrust of passions sword. … as recorded by gentile secular music.. barometer of cultures mental health issues and offensive intrusion into societal domains of trouble.

Conscious healthy pawn audacity, to challenge darkly motivated ethereal whispers on 8th rank. Common 7th rank perceptions of commerce laws of fake vocations.. Better to eat corporate then be eaten by ideology.. unlearned hearts, in how to escape claws of society and rules of 1>0 engagements.

While people who believe 0>1 are busy reading ethereal identic demonic impulses. Guarding that voice from movements of 7 dooms whispering ears, as false mind leaders of flesh puppet zombies.. under suggestion controls…

Diagonal paths of color’s integrity, walks conscious strong as finer points of chess is heart learnt. Loyalty gall of resonance moves intent and need, as music is necessary too species survival…

White squares of culture, in cordial opposition to being devoured alive via dark exploitation voices. Meet new species friends instead of human enemies... Being all things at once.. instead of one thing at a time…

Black Sabbath ~ War Pigs

Gabrielle Marie

United Nations.. international faces with single muscle impulses of true corporate control over all gaits and vocations.. Having been derelict consciously absent from people of culture.. Minds seduced by “the” number 1, via non disclosure statements threatening unemployment.. imprisonment or death by assassination for good deeds..

Politicians.. an unvetted craft of mavericks who think because they stand behind emblem podiums from which nations imaginary powers reign.. displayed in professional attire of a suit hiding gait of ideological intentions to rule the earth…

A educated domesticated person, once again returns to the cranial portals of only two eyes. After sentient music has faded… you are low on battery power.. Waking hours… you have to deal with earthlings… you need to speak their linear language.. as they have no time for music… anymore.

Unable to find their own planted ambitions in field of dreams where chorus is found in culture and not society..

Coldplay - Yellow (Official Video)

Coldplay

Venturing forth for you and me... King Knight Pawn jumps file of strategy,

2 squares force with Queens yellow passion… on Kings blue emotional passion where music inspires chorus to corner stone of all cobblestone relationships…

Blinding white light prism bursting color spectrum, leads our species instincts to real pot of gold. Self awareness, as a sentient resonance being.. coming to terms with setbacks and failures on tower of learning.

Endowed with relationship super powers of creator Himself.. bending time space and matter.. and religion itself..

2nd rank pawns of all cultures banding together to take existence into our very own hands… forming a foundation for a new age of possibilities… fighting the good fight.. survive conscious battle of and mind and heart with resonance of good intentions and motives whispered into our ears with angelic efficiency… as evil has a plan…

When dealing with the battle between logic and passion you must know what side you are committing yourself to passion for.. Fellow comrades have learned to play chess in order to bend time space and matter… in 3 dimensions as represented by the pieces.

In safety as everybody knows rules of sentient conversations… No worries about getting arrested by terror troops of logic… they do not compute passion… You need to decide if you want to be a passion player or a logical player…

Radiohead - Creep

Radiohead

Playing chess takes courage, but not if you can earn a living from it… and meet queenside pawns for a conscious date..

Preparing for this event despite politicians of ideology watching in the nose bleed section of our species voice as they could not produce evidence as their craft being of benefit to our species…

Intelligence agents inter-mingle within the tournament but their code breakers could not convict a man or woman chess player for having climbed the tower of omniscients where your conscious runs with voice… Center of the chess board is metropolis, home of societal cement ponds of species domestication , or liberation…

2nd rank is filled with structures of pawn homes, foundational structural basis that cultures voice relies on. 3rd rank is full of grocery stores and mom and pop small business and even micro stores of opportunity to earn tangible wealth… Restaurants cobblestone along out door cafes flowers of meet, once in midst in french streets of loves seduction to pawn duo…

Indila - Dernière Danse (Clip Officiel)

Indila

Put on subtitles …

I hear her crying from cement ponds.. lamenting how passion is denied and love but a chore..Her lure has been cast kingside deep where undercurrent s of passion form swells upon sea of peace and tranquilly..

American cafes completely different…

Madonna - Material Girl (Official Video) [HD]

Madonna

To be expected as capitalism is a material girls golden ring.. show me the money.. gold diggers walking cement ponds of loneliness and need for a sugar daddy..

If your opponent moves any queenside pawn as a first move.. they are trusting in power of squares available to occupy instead of squares of authority found on Kingside…

This type of player has no regard for women concerns as to them it is the logical move for linear beings.. to sufferage women burden of conquering time space and matter…

Daryl Hall & John Oates - Out of Touch (Lyrics)

7clouds

Each square is a possible extension of your precious voice.. your dreams and ambitions afforded sentient awareness of how to liberate your conscious arboretum into my conscious gazebo for two… where your pheromones quiver my sensibilities entangling my wants with your needs..

Reading gait on a chess board is more easier than reading a strangers gait.. you got to start somewhere.. right?

“Are you trying to get laid tonight?” she said.

“What I want… Grab-snatch her waist mid-stride, and thrust nostrils upon her neck. vampire-inhale, lips caress warm tympanic pleasure pulses’ force of flesh inquiry. Scent fills bottom soles of my feet with her atomic presence. No words of introduction or excuse needed, for she was passion’s lure.

Heart-Three days ponder her beauty. Unaware of timeline her conscious exist in, her purpose and function not having been determined, giving pause to consider toil of her voice. Call her numeric identity. Invite visit, my arboretum conscious at temporal habituate, where privacy, possible. Dark green apron, I take her number, turn 45°’s, smiling opportunity. Museum of natural history would be perfect.

Tiffany - I Think We’re Alone Now (Official Music Video)

Tiffany

must be protected from incurrsions of immortal pieces where corporeal rules do not apply…

“Avoid the crowd. Do your thinking independently. Be the chess player, not the chess piece.” – Ralph Charell

Many quotes about chess as a metaphorical force to combat logic and all the crafts they have subdued via non- disclosure statements.. protected by so called “Judea/Christian law. Judges ideologically picked instead of being species vetted for service to mankind as a branch of government…

I have a few quotes of my own…

“Societies come and go, but culture lives forever…” -KBp

“Death is nothing to be concerned about, it is life that concerns me. - kbp

Goal is to teach you gait training from which you can apply on the chess board as well as on the streets of Philadelphia…

Bruce Springsteen - Streets of Philadelphia (Official Video)

Bruce Springsteen

Your conscious is busy trying to negotiate with your mind instead of your heart.. Logical players are under dogs in battle of wits because they are predictable … just like spies and intelligence agencies of ideology control by government.

In my humble opinion they have failed to meet the fiduciary contract with citizens of a nation under a document that is raped by all branches of government…

you move around.. looking for square s that are unoccupied and available into incursion into you opens territory..

I am but one pawn voice in spectrum of pawn formation colors strategic and tactical positions from which to consider your next move…

Olive green is me.. my favorite color of passion. Logic loves black more than whites squares of a chessboards… as it makes simpler to handle as gait and resonance for purpose…

An opponent you are conversing is another conscious and heart… entity, mind people are just human, not worried about resonance as they only use linear thinking…

Cultural agents of voice have resources that have been sequestered under commerce laws of imaginary money..

C.I.A. monitors one of the last crafts that speak species voice… artist..

I do not think chess players do not have to worry about C.I.A> and N.S.A. agents as they are linear beings and not resonance beings as culture has a habit of making to defeat societal institutions of voice control…

Our species is at war and you would know this if you took the time to climb the tower of omniscients and emotional law…

Kingside pawns have let the Queen side pawns down and visa verse a as singularity is operating to quite our species voice with fingers instead of claws…

Tears For Fears - Woman In Chains ft. Oleta Adams

Tears For Fears

Here again is an example of resonance being far more effective for species communication via a politicians podium of ideological expression…

As a King Bishop pawn my task is to take down all ideologies and religions at once with the announcement of King Knight Pawns return to earth.. since I was a rogue agent of logic and ended up murdering my battle buddy…

I know I may be a complicated character of olive green voice but here me out…

I have traveled streams of species consciousness as I pondered what was whispered into my ear by a Queen Bishop pawn of the 2nd rank of culture…

“Rest..or’…ation’ of code Sen...ti’ents’

flows a’looon’g streams of Con’sciou’s..ness’.”

Praise be a woman of nurture.. a 2nd rank pawn searching for legacy of pawn duo voice.

Me watching with conscious desires..

A logic builds empires to skyscraper shadow metropolis the center of the chessboard.. e wildlife is not present and vegetation squeals every time rural livers trim their front lawns of pretty. Perhaps flowers to elegant your front door of cultural neighborhood beautification.. Unfortunately it is a crime where your domain can be taken because of inability to fight the lawyers of logical law…

I have been told that I may have attention deficit disorder.. perhaps that is why it has taken so long to print a publication of species voice and wild life as well… but my editor says it will be too much and I trust my editor…

Chess players have the courage to step forth as any small business company can appreciate unlike corporate institutions. Commerce laws based on imaginary wealth is ridiculous. Give me tangible wealth and tangible workers of conscious resonance voice…

More identic than a signature of self worth… chess allows another person to observe logic and passion in action… to see if you are a mind or goo person or even if you are a resonance being able to let music penetrate your planted ambitions to have legacy voice. A right of every wildlife species except mankind.

No logical algorithm can interpret your moves not even the C.I>A> as their MK. Ultra programs for controlling the perceptions of American citizens is unchallenged by cultural agents of our species instinctual voice…

Every mind person even knows that parental voice is above Supreme court of societal objections to your childs potential to be all that he or she is born to be.. A majestic color of hope and security as resonance beings produce resonance beings…

!>0 has corrupted thoughts of linear beings into a human equation as put forth by Einstein himself the mortality of Mankind…

I am a kingside pawn.. 2nd rank preserving the ways of color which is foundation of all pigments eminaatting from the prism of White King.. not of skin color but nobility beyond mankind’s understanding as they mostly live in the conscious mind of probabilities instead of possibilities…

Voice is most precious substance in the universe.. which religion has corrupted your voice desires to know the creator in His fullness?

Disturbed - The Sound Of Silence (Official Music Video) [4K UPGRADE]

Disturbed

I am but one voice in the entire galaxy.. trying to speak to our species.. as an ideology terrorist. Taking all ideologies down with the guidance of voice that desires to obey the creator in all things… and be all things instead of a linear being.. stuck having to contend with government unable to control bureaucracy and politically backed by sponsors who have money to throw around like a globalist species terrorist…

I am about to release a book to invoke species awareness through passion and your very own voice of legacy… Join and subscribe as I have access to the King Knight pawn of strategy. Music shall tell you His name as rock stars sing barometer of species mental health…

Got to leave now as chess voice calls.. You should play it as well.. learning how to live in any realm you desire and carry out voice with passion instead of logic.. which I came to earth to destroy.

Testing ones resonance gait on field of battle between logic and passion.. Voice expressed in 3 dimensional pieces and fellow pawns willing to die for a square cause..

48 squares of earth and 24 squares of ethereal sentient super beings not of flesh and blood. Culture versus society…

Disturbed - The Vengeful One (Official Music Video) [4K UPGRADE]

Disturbed

I ignored chess grandmaster books and relied on shawl of enlightenment secured from womb of sentient resonance..

Having come to earth to destroy logic and now all opening ideologies of Black king…

Conscious- “I remember days of old before time existed.. white squares training to engage black squares on field of logic probabilities and passion possibilities…”

Mind- “I set chess program on its highest level as I was pissed when my reality did not correspond to my heart/conscious reality..”

ready to engage societal monsters who have domesticated 7th rank pawns… I crawled from bowels of poverty to voice..

Could not attain species asylum from human domestication of ideologies corruption of our national Constitution of sentient rights..

Darkness had their own song..

Black Sabbath ~ War Pigs

Gabrielle Marie

From depths of black oblivion howls a singularity for deaths construction.. Number 1.. on earth.. not in universe..

“7 dooms go forth and destroy all colors from mankind’s minds and replace with equation 1>0. Convinced planet that linear thinking is better than resonance of voice..” Shouted Satan singularity of all evil deeds…

His entourage of evil winged whisperers disbursed from northern aura lights. Ears of untamed 7th rank minds who have forgotten their own conscious roams measuring values of resonance file voice.. Choosing to earn imaginary money by all means necessary as promoted by governments across planet…

“False ethereal immortal prophets of death and gone capturing a whole segment of mankind’s culture… inciting death chants amongst all the nations as Satan laughs at children brainwashed into pure species hatred for all other cultures..”

Following is a chess game of how that battle went..

Aerosmith - Dream On (Lyrics)

Lost Panda

An instinctual powerful commitment to be a dad that forges first baby legacy in peace and tranquility.. protected from societal institutions of greed and government intrusions into my parental rights as a sentient being..”

“I am but one voice.. one of many that she will hear..”

Body- “I had to get to Puerto Rico and quickly… to hold her Shantae.”

Make civilization & culture… ever more cordial…

Supertramp don’t leave me now Extended + traduzione

Sapienza

                            Shantae

Eyes of awareness observance, her form declares nobility to be alive and well, favored arboretum flavors swirl of passion resides queen-side nature, her courage impels public attention. Her gait laced with garment impressions of royalty. I bestow wisdoms gems upon her crown, as we play with dolls of her inquisitive golden majestic imagination. Doterra Representative of oils allure.

Not knowing that a few years later there would be another voice to protect..

                            Marktyka

Her gait steps towards tomorrows unknown, Arboretum conscious clock guides 3.14 degrees of fellowship. Descending from noble spectrum of rainbow awareness of sentient identities needs. Her wants shall be voiced as she consumes space and attends to that which matters most.

“My daughters voice so precious and I am responsible for training queenside pawns heart and conscious to seek only voice that I trust… King Knight pawns relational strategy voice and tender words of sentient relational closeness that brings forth prism fruit.”

Conscious- “I had just turned 28 for my first legacy 30 something for my second legacy. My mind was fully developed and my resonance was incomplete as our species dad language failed me…”

Body- “I worked my ass off. having to deploy into world of imaginary wealth to pay monthly bills and provide a shelter and food.. dolls and loving hands of touch..”

Heart- “Ideology stole from me time I needed to spend at home..”

Conscious- “I attempted to efficiently bend time space and matter… However, wife was angry that I spent so much time away..” I understood but could not help compulsion to provide 3 dimensional security.. while I was inept at 6 dimensional activities.. So I played with dolls as I gazed upon my daughters eyes.. trying to reach their conscious..”I played daughter games through crawling and walking years.. but they began to run as they grew.”

Heart- “My identic center wept as I missed participating in emerging blooms of each, graduations and school activities hidden from parents by law.”

Conscious- “Wonder years… a time for parental conditioning instead of schools public education..”

Body- “I carried them on my shoulders as we went to buy food.. wheeling their bodies as a escape from normal gravity.” turning time into a moment of joy and fun as best I could.. racing down grocery aisles like a race car driver searching for nutrients I could afford.”

Conscious- “I could not eat until they were assured of substance.. choosing hunger over failing to meet their needs.”

Heart- “I rarely brought snacks and deserts as I could not afford it.. No organic meat as it was out of my price range..My triune existence of heart mind and conscious struggled to make ends meet..”

As solar and moon allure years went by.. My pigment antidotes of olive green began to hue as they came in contact with other colors of spectrum voice.. not of black.”

Conscious-”Peculiar, as joys of my heart resorted to wisdom for guidance to raise them with hope of personal voice and fulfillment in all endeavors. My mind was incapable as logic could not go where parents travel on streams of species consciousness.”

“Wanting them to secure relations with creator first, then a man of valor to replace my own voice as primary fiduciary of love. Preparing a way for next pawn duo and pawn family on planet earth..”

Pink Floyd - Cluster One (The Division Bell 30th Anniversary Official Audio)

Pink Floyd

Heart/Conscious- “I was given a gift by a mortal man and his wife.. from which only a white coral center piece from sea of peace and tranquility could be... perhaps a mantle of new tribal relations.

Rescue of my dads voice.. A ticket to paradise.. a place on which no tectonic plate resided.. a place of volcanic islands poring forth from core of earths emotional lava… Hawaii.”

Body- “I departed left palm of earth.. to voice my ocean conscious and hearts raft of wants and needs to see my legacy once again.. many departed years of I miss you expressed in 8 days..”

Now as my gray hair is a crown of survival my children are full grown women.. my daughters… and grandsons of promise..

Baby twitch his legs at gentle finger touches, calling his name to my conscious eyes… baby’s gait described as stepping toward tomorrow’s unknown, descending from a noble spectrum of rainbow awareness.

Natural home birth with husband of character there to deliver a miracle of resonance… another daughter joining ranks of mother nurture.

Good to see daughters desires and dreams being attended to in my absence. Daughters provide legacy of voice. Thanks to Queen Bishop Pawn, my former duo mate who gave me daughters and now many a grandson.

Heart- I wept joy from my eyes because a newborn voice is entering a world. A super-knowing being who reads intentions through gait just like wildlife, already sensing warmth of mama and a resonance gait of her love.. seeking to interpret eyes and facial discomforts unlike kingside pawn I know of.. Both daughters 2nd rank pawns of culture. I am bursting with blessing as life takes me on a journey.

OUTLAW — Official Music Video by Shunned at a Funeral

Shunned at a Funeral

Her nurture power riding a 1st rank steed… Trotting with confidence as she wears shawl of enlightenment…

Heart- “I cannot confirm her conscious resonance as she gallops along roads of facial emotional dirt roads into town.”

Conscious- “I pray she has other queen side pawns to ride with.. a 2nd rank gang dedicated to ethereal bullets to shut that fuckers ass Satan…”

Body- “She resonates curves of intention and power enough to wound seven dooms with nurture…”

Heart- “Since our divorce.. she travels world seeking voice… without me..”

Conscious- “She breaches time space and matter.. hopefully with echoes of my voice.. to help her bend time space and matter..”

I am a kingside pawn wandering species cement ponds of passion alone again..

Eric Carmen - All by Myself (Audio)

Eric Carmen

Still and always a dad… missing huge opportunities to speak life’s possibilities.. whispers and soft words to describe a harsh world to my daughters..

Don Henley - The Boys Of Summer

Don Henley

Conscious- Set out to rescue my own heart as mind troubles were too much to bare. Could only follow My ex through conscious eyes as she voice her concerns. Grateful for my hearts resonance, able her to find vocation voice as I had enlarged her identic possibilities through sacrifice…

                        Language class

Class begun in a room of learning.. wooden seats and wooden desk where books were laid according to topic.. 7 windows which brought sun light to illuminate institution of warmth learning and viable subjects to our species.. which shadowed books on teachers desk… at least that is what I thought…

Heart- Triangulations nuances of identic pulse… Posture recognition, stance gait stride of elbow and knee harmonics, hip curves of tone displays of her frequency pitch. Sentient data sine waves are alluring bands of bond gender resonance disbursement.

An energy pulse wave of her conscious and heart mode, emanates from 5th - 6th dimensions of heart and conscious communication..

I continued to explore... her.

Conscious-“So do you prefer language driven by 3 dimensional expressions of cranial linear thoughts, instead of emotions candor language? Or human language curriculum is designed to stimulate “the mind”, rather than relying on our species gait natural instinctual interpretation skills to communicate resonance.”

She replied… “College did not prepare me to answer your question.”

Conscious- I said “All sentient beings navigate cultural diversity sensory analysis from spectrum of possible perceptions. Held by hearer or reader of words your lips or chalk form… to inspire hearts and consciousness… not the lowly young mind to process identic resonance of another living being.”

Mind- “You should teach us how to communicate like you do if you have a pet, in the least. Our generation needs resonance language to communicate with our own brothers and sisters.. Soon to be sons and daughters and grandchildren as we live through generational chain. Building legacy of parental dreams for us the most important generation our species have…”

"How come you don‘t teach sentient language?”

“Kingside pawns and queenside pawns conversations have been destroyed of even sharing personal moods of intention and motives in brief periods of talk.. Resonation of a persons gait.. once you master true speech you can easily define another persons intentions and motives because of the way they avoid clarity and choose to use linear words hap hazzardly..”

“You need to take that fine pheromone production center down to the music teacher and grab the art teacher and a couple of crayons and learn how to draw expression like a child.”

“Combine musical notes with color to differentiate mood of the speaker so that the hearer and reader can rejoice as all words are written with different pigments of emotional vibrance..Language of colors conveys refractory information such as intent and motive of subject matter, personality traits of living, friend or foe recognition training.”

“Bold gait words and shaded words to utter a persons thoughts clearly and beautifully. Communication will become purposeful and felt instead of relying on your black words written on white paper which reflects prisms production of color for sentient activities and awareness…”

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PHIL CARLO

“Have you ever been to an pentecostal church where praise and running up and down the aisles in excitement of possibilities? Or perhaps a baptist church where they care for homeless and poor? Or perhaps a Roman catholic church where reverence and order are demanded to respect “the” creator with linear worship?”

She replied..”I have, because I am a Roman Catholic person… contrite of reverence for creator. I confess to our priest whenever my conscious struggles to continue with voice!”

I replied… “People of passion of voice speak language of creator, I acknowledge creator worship and give thanks for existence and this is why I talk to you because you are a beautiful creation..”

I said this as I shuffled my feet with a bent neck of curious confidence in receptacle passion, to win her heart given with what I know about beauty… in reverence to her age...

“Do you even want to reach podium of my expression?

“All I want is to see your smile.”

“You’re human, aren’t you?”

“Yes, how can you tell, young man?”

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Heart- “She was a queenside pawn teacher… possibilities. Must utilize my conscious to interpret my desires and wants for relationship purposes.”

Conscious- “Activated by command of my identic center where passion lives… My function is to search memories of moms touch and a gender nurture so powerful that makes even kingside pawns desire a true woman of the 2nd rank… My passion is horny.”

Body- “I assimilate you. Passion is my body language. Biological chemistry flows you're pheromones of pleasantness. My neuron activation of color’s primal purpose of scent intention, displays of moon light conversations possibilities. I swallow your voice with primal wildlife intentions. Touch, an aphrodisiac of tympanic resonance of antimatter power. Care to meet me at my fort house in temperate woods of desire?”

“Excuse me; we can communicate without our noses.” Foothiller Queenside English teacher of pawns straightened.”

“Do you not desire me? A want to connect with my Kingside pawn purpose? Can you not fall in love with my purpose on earth?”

“You are a first grader!.. I am a woman looking for love and intimacy.”

“No problem.” I said.

“that is not class appropriate young man.”

Sent to principal’s office…

Nazareth - Please Don’t Judas Me (Official Audio)

Nazareth

Chains and insulation resonance suit to contain my identic pulse. Investigative reporter from Species Radio with a record of my chess games to incriminate my passion.. I waited for His questions..

“It is true.. I am an ideology terrorist. But what you haven’t asked is why?”

“If you would just show us imperial proof… perhaps people will listen.. do you have any.. proof?”

“Have you ever held the hand of legacy? Do you find colors vibrant? Have you ever woo’ed a woman heart? I have bent time space and matter for truth, I have abandoned my mind and clung to field of dreams and passion which resides in my heart.. my identic resonance. Witnessed by my conscious wanderings of wonder and awe.”

“What’s it like to climb this tower of emotional law which you say leads to podium of expression?”

“Rooks tower.. Passion knows no logic and yet when I.. a sentient babe.. I knew nothing of logic as I had no mind.. I was at peace. I arrived in 1961, ready to engage the fullness of life and it had been denied.."

“Spiral hewn stairs made of solid colors of character where there was no deception ascended to the roof of resonance omniscients. Pure relationship.. pure gait… pure smiles at the glory of knowing values of emotional law..Not a religious experience and definitely not a scientific journey.”

“Just olive green I was… made from the prism of light my King in whom I adore and worship. Billions of hue stairs migrating through the color spectrum.. ascending, absorbing all colors of character and moods of personality and perspective.”

“I went where mountain goats could not as they were vomiting of courage to scale any higher.. as I was hand made by the King Himself.. formed with purpose and ambition to complete my task.”

“And what is your task?”

“I set out to destroy logic as my renegade tactical mind went to the point of blacks oblivion to see what lies ahead for me and my fellow comrades of resonance life.. especially the Queen Bishop pawn as she made me horny for touch.”

“So you failed didn’t you?”

“It is true that most humans believe 1>0.. today, however there is still tomorrow and the day and year after to come.. but I am dying even now as my dreams lies in ruins as I have burned them all because it was necessary to defeat logic.. but I had to defeat my perceptions first..”

Possibilities Encounter Perceptions

Perception perceives Possibility. Massive Space consumed, tail up, Alert. Prowls for any situation of concern.

Perception- “Fuck you looking at…?”

Possibilities- “Whatever I want … bitch!”

Perception- “You don’t scare me. I’ve been down this road before. Go where terror lives, and you’ll see me looking at you!”

Possibilities-

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Billy Paul

Perception- “Don’t Mrs. Jones, me. You can’t seduce me. I’m impenetrable. I thrive on pain, eating shit before you were born … fuckin’ expert at disappointment, how dare you!”

“Look around asshole! Where’s this fuckin’ beauty you believe in? I don’t see it. Toil in shit night and day fuck! You know fuck! Get out of here.”

Postures 45° slant on Queen’s seventh square of maiden desire, flaunting optimistic cultural dreams, cross cordial legs of unfathomable emotional tenderness. Yellow carribean dress. Creases and folds of movement disrupt time, space, and matter. Petite whisp perfume echoes fair maiden’s allure and exudes orifices of her touch. E has arrived.

Now

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Matter.

Perception’s logical weakness is illogically exposed. Chamber oils of emotion crests within, possibilities of companionship. A desolate, barren expanse of temporal language, perceptions began to spiral downward 18 inches, away from its comfort domain of mind temporal activities. Epic divide of conscious and reason.

“So a woman was your motive?” Species radio reporter asked.

“Not exactly.. it was more intent to leave legacy as I needed her womb. My motive however .. is to serve my battle buddy on planet earth.. the one I murdered through denial..”

“That’s why you are in chains now.. you are danger to all linear beings who want to still believe 1>0.”

“I am not in chains because of 1>0 people.. I am here because all ideologies fear me.. I am a dad.”

“What is your incarceration like? … since as you say Satan had your voice silenced.”

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“They tried to indict me with species treason.. but there case was weak.. They could not argue battle of logic versus passion on chessboard. Interrogation of my intentions and motives they could not decode as they used human math to reason resonance and failed miserably.”

Species radio- “Supreme court refuses to hear your case.. for a reason.. They say your attorney is a dog.. is it true?”

“Here on earth yes.. my sentient attorney is not here on earth now.. but He is coming soon.”

“Have you been tortured?”

“Since my first day in public education. Actively stripping away my humanity one class at a time.. except for gym class… Eroding resonance language and stripping humanities voice for sake of the singularity, of which all ideologies work for.. Being incarcerated is the greatest gift ideology could have bestowed upon me..”

“Why’s that?”

“Because it was confirmation that my voice mattered.”

“Tell me about the battle between logic and passion.”

Boston - Foreplay / Long Time (Official Audio)

Boston

Mind- Logic early, passion already there. Fractions splat equations of Time, Space, and Matter. Passion’s intent, substance aware of a number sucker punch. Pissed off, ready to fuckin kick asssss....

Conscious- Logic- “You need me, couldn’t survive 5 minutes without me. Untamed passion with my statistical analyst capabilities to enlightenment your species to wisdom, the knowing of all things time space and matter. We know you don’t have any determination.”

Heart- Speaks Passion- “May be true. Look harder, asshole.”

Mind- Peers deep…beyond courtyard, foxholes unfortified smoke haze fog-fire crater’s devastation, visibility of sentients laid waste as civilians of cultures remaining strength, carries passions limbs off the battlefield of choice blood. Monument’s rubble-dirt fields, broken intents and barren motives of temporal destruction of familial legacies of valor an honor amongst grave markers of every family on planet earth.. Wry smile of dominance, … sum of probabilities, tolls smolder dreams in mere pain. “Look at yourself! A mess, potty mouth and all. Pathetical radical deplorable.”

Conscious- Passion swell rolls memory tear down cultures worn tribal clan face of immigration legacy. Droppings of cultures seed of relationship. Enough to be first responders in an attempt to show the pain of cultural institutions morning gift of which time space and matter has divided my conscious face without a blink. Breath short of restraint. Held up outside tactical operations command. Surveys clippings of memory despair. Elationships destroyed, predictive text damnation of voice. “I set fire to every foxhole but one.”

Mind- Logic ???

Heart- “Think you’re gonna saunter out of here … without recompense…. do you … punk?”

Mind- “Who’s gonna stop me?”

Heart- Moves forward two paces square of strategy, cerebral battlefield of thoughts. Steps of courage. Exposes lone passion sprout withered conscious of elationship.

Conscious- Ghillie Suits of camouflage disturbed emerge from diagonals piercing assault upon Logic. “Meet my little friends … bitch! Sympathy, Empathy, Patience, and Pity, 1000 yard stare of heaving scars, bruise’s froth-puss, olive-green rage of focus.”

Mind- “Wait a minute … Can we talk?”

Heart- “What for, asshole? You’re fuckin mine!!!” Black and White squares became irrelevant as logic was cornered of reason.

E = ///∞ + (-1 e 2- 20 kHz) ÷ (Space + Time)

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Matter

E = ///∞ + (-1 e 2- 20 kHz) ÷ (3.14 + ( now ))

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Matter

Government- Dispatches ethereal police of ideology. Logic enforcers of populous control, confiscate my belongings before I was caught…. I did not resist as my lungs had no determination due to annihilation preferences of maintaining my sanity.

“Well, well, well… if it isn’t ethereal man himself, a cosmic fluke of humanity.”

“It’s fractional man,☕ black with cream and sugar… shaken not stirred.” I said.

“?... where is your sentient algorithm? Have these things examined… handing towards policeman aid… are you claiming any contraband?”

“Yes, my flask is full of it.”

“Where do you come from?”

“That way,” nose directed.

Down incarceration chamber graffiti-block dungeon walls, crumbled concrete mortars aggregate infractions held societal prisoners. Clickety-clack, clickity-clat shoes tap rhythm gait, ready to twitch. Sheriff deputies line halls of inquiry. Black suits holster corporate fountain pens of ideology insurrection. Brimmed hats endorse emblems of imaginary commerce life. Statistical bibles of “Fact” carried in folders of subjective divide. Heavy on order, light on culture. Sector 1.

Government- “We can’t allow this manuscript to be released to “the” pubic…it would be chaos. Our programmers will not like this… Happy Father’s Day to you….”

Body- “I am a comrade soldier. Sanitized gray cubic tainted room, single metal chair for ass of my buried past. Latch-lock foot-chain floor-ring, for power’s sake of bodily control.

Heart- I exist in a realm of my choice, a passenger on greatest spaceship ever created. A blue-white marble sphere with electromagnetic circuits, complete with vacuum brakes void of heat as my conscious left these imprisoning walls of detention.”

Conscious- “I left for ethereal fields of hope.. clinging to words of King Knight Pawn.. following beacon implanted in me long ago.. in a realm of existence where relationship was at peace before time space and matter..

Body- I turned around and grabbed my gear without seeing his face again.

Conscious- Keeping composure in gait.

Heart- I lost bodily control as my spiral dilated eyes shed tears as I walked away.. a soldier.

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Heart- “Many roosters, Army National Guard, few roosteretes. 105th Engineers, Alpha motto ‘Black Knights’ Wolf pack, North Carolina. Men & women tribal cultural descendants in fields of battle.”Where’s your pen civilian? Are you taking notes? Drop and give me 15.” Strengthen arms of your love.

“Hard-look gait of restraint, weapons at high ready. Comrades of sworn purpose to protect and defend United States of America. Charge forward, blind passion, for no logic could inspire a soldier to die for Capitalism’s 1>1-0.”

Conscious- My fellow troops come from all walks of life. Spectrum of attitude infinite as diverse body tales of tribal coalesce into a cultural team. This structure of cohabitation demands racism is a primate word, as no battle buddy would harm another soldier. If you speak it you leak it. “I miss your company Sgt Aldridge, A comrade warrior who ate with two forks. Breaking bread with you was an adventure.”

Mind- Ssg Shafer comrade friend, strengthens my arms by giving of himself. A hilarious character, he imposes jest my skeletal frame in bivouac discourse. Had me laughing at myself. He came to visit temporal abode.

Built in 1961 I believe, right off scientific street, high point of my life, blue tarp roof needing repair. Wood stove to starve out hungry cold nights of fellowship. I am honored by your presence. Thank you for your greeting and gift, an alpha male with whom I served, a comrade of purpose.

Mind- I was given a chess book from Sadam Husseins’ palace, by my squad leader, a nobleman of Thigpen character. A man of fortitude and presence of testosterone, who leads men by example. Our first tour of combat operations, 2004 - 2005. He authorized my 3-day pass visit to Kirkuk region as an American soldier guest.

Proud Kurdish Staunton stature, peoples of awareness. Fellowship of species battlefield burdens, shared. Safely fight foxholes, back to back.

Castle of respite, with a lobby of chess lords and Queenside Pawns of glorious nature. Kingside Eastern Pawns of cultures’ purpose, amidst nations’ tin tan arid pulse of ancient Arabian swords of noble intent and daggers of political cultural restraint of religious zealots of long-gone songs. Stricten cousins of distress…clean streets of friendly neighborhood barter.

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Heart- Ultimate vector-junction point of emotional convergence is at my inner door. KB2. Fabric of my purpose and function of all things zero disrupted by unity of thought. I consider her liberal hope in society’s arms to solve grievance, pleasure, or pain. Isolated on a square of cultural maturation... turned 90 degrees to see duetic curves of her desire.

Heart- She … a mystery stance of temporal, awkward, logical communication. She wants us to enroll in college together, to pursue societal dreams. Temporal observations of our current economic reality, unwilling to acknowledge security measures. I denied her out of Kingside responsibilities, to provide her nebula’s plumes of emotional purpose opportunities.

I did not falter, Logic and passion incompatible for relationship purposes. Scanning neuron ideology with new data sensory paths she feared. Objective conclusions of her wit, reveal her arboretum’s condition.

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I examine moves of gait, scent absorbing touts aromas of things to come. Fills my antimatter lungs with hope. Swell of desire 🥀 pedals laden soft landscape of familiarity, species need. King bishop pawn I am. Hand sensors fellowship flesh, she tender-touches. Caress nose of facial hug, plowing flesh cheeks kiss of warmth. Time was of no importance, her arboretum, a seating for two. Season of space has ended my loneliness; she matters.

Conscious- QBP, bosom, sweet supple pheromones desire, overwhelms thighs reason’s boundaries. Feline probes of hunt, moons our sonic path. Olive green answers strong desire. Lingerie mystery, naughty 🎷 exquisite resonance queenside nice. Shoulders turns 45° taunt invitation delight, hip sway provocative compass, her gait saunters stalk. Curve her flesh, curtsies glimpses of succulence seduces 3.14 direction of my emotional barometric radon glow points physical trajectorial intentions.

I grow beyond 3D’s of logic. Passion of antimatter, anti-space, and anti-time, dimensional realms engulf purpose. I am now 6D man, no longer bound to society. A primal fractional man in tune with nature, confirmed by mosquito bites.

Her Body a want of touch, her voice a need of desire. Biological smile of her arboretum eyes dilates my cognitive function. I shall honor traditions of clan and tribe, endeavor to be more than what I was now.

Slept on Arabian star lit sands for her alone. Eat Italian spaghetti with fingers, for life. Endure pains of 🌎’s ideologies, for our pleasure. 180 full caribbean romance moon’s 🌖 glow. Mosquito nets could not contain my buzz, as I crawled into palace night chambers. I was high on her. Lovely fair royal conscious maiden,Pelvic- bone draped, cotton-silk caress crease’s of imagination’s color calculations, (without ‘the’ i of human language limitations).

Heart- Progenitor of two lovely daughters. Daddy’s joy. Fullness of life’s cycle purpose, a rutting buck of elationship.

“Daddy, how do you make our 🌎 and 🏕️ better today?”

“I am still a, anomaly of awareness,” as I role play dolls with her imaginary tribal stuff friends, instructing her on improper word use of “The.”

Dad legacy…. Aurora of identic standing, as to what it means to be a kbp is a mantel weight. I declare sentient diplomatic immunity…

Did not have necessary interpersonal skills at that time. She observes potential capacity and yet, doesn’t understand primal objective conversations. She entrusts government to support her affairs, more than me. Surrenders offspring’s existence choice, unbeknownst to me. Bonds offspring to society without consultation, as little king of little domain.

Not this pawn. I am fiercer, more ferocious than immortal pieces ethereal power combined. Not wanting subjugation to her spirit, I choose to believe best of her existent.

Body- Breath… short, laborious-aware “times” incessant tock of temporal time existence.

Conscious- Sleeper of dad purpose awakens within deserted binary relationships. Impressions sector zero rules of engagement, (R.O.E.) guides for child support I gladly paid. Legacy fades as family dissipates as singularity laughs at my homelessness.

Mind- I wrote my-lady an apology letter, for not being able to honor her ‘best years’ as she puts it.

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Gordon Lightfoot

Heart-Mind, conscious engage 5th-dimensional forces, streams of species’ consciousness flow through channeled kingside gender canals of pawn duo security. She, an untamed leopard caged in societies’ restraints of probabilities.”