An infinitesimal movement, which withdraws in the cyclone of the infinite vortex swirling, it is chaos, it is order, Baal the magnificent points into the darkener, Ash falls from the ancient aeries of the astounding winged beasts circling maleficent and evolution has changed them into things far removed, and ages upon ages, of nothing,
A p=shere a saucer, a flying silver disk embedded in rock, a cylindrical silver disk, coagulates into the void, like a traurig himmel.
Ich kannst arbieten sprechen die morgen, kanst du sprechen oft sie morgen, brighten, the morning, always the night the nicht, and the windpipes wailing of the infinite wilderness, I.
I found here the insigificant truth, which is the wildest lie,
Opehlia tears are the rhythms of the musicality, of belated confidence, at the turn of the of the greates viciousness, the centre of the underlying, the spectre of the unwilling, the sabre of the vacuous, the greateness of the infallible, the astounding diversity of the perpendicular. Prevails over the under mentions the yule-tide seminar about Nothing.
Behind the lie, is the truth, is the uncertainity, the mixed feelings about everything, the doubt, the hope, the fear, we hope for nothing, except a certainity of knowledge,
We can never ask how is the weather?
We can never see the blue sky and yellow sun, and the rippling sea, and the green and brown grass of the all the stinking herbs rotting at the side of the river, shiver with the cold of the emptiness, and this is the fate of those deemed usesless, Tantamount,
I, eye, you know me best, and the bagpipes wail of the emptiness,
The blue sea, and the freezing valleys, with mist and rain every day from the astounding imposing sky, the rambunctious ocean, and the coldest freshest fire water in the world

Europe needs a plan. A new impetus to spur it forward, a new way of thinking and acting which will enthuse the people who are part of it. A federal system of government which grants a great deal of autonomy to its constituent parts. If the State is a Leviathan then it has grown so because it governs more and more things. The Germans who have created a strong federal system of government seem very prone to centralizing power in Brussels, and issuing 'red-tape'. I am not an expert in what exactly this 'red-tape' might be but that it is not the point. It seems like a far more flexible approach is required. The age of Iron Chancellors is over and now we are in the age of bendy, shiny, plastic Presidents.
It would probably not be prudent to allow the Greeks to print their own reserve currency to use while still officially remaining in the Euro, and allowing this currency to be convertible to the Euro. Would this be tantamount to leaving the Euro? Probably. A trillion EUR investment in the less developed areas of Europe seems a more sensible way to spend money than buying back Bonds and watching the money disappear into inflated non-productive financial asset prices.
I have to think that if the UK, or any other nation, could simply opt-out of things they did not want to do then the whole project might move forward. This seems a more organic way to grow rather than rule by disliked decree. The way the EU operates at the moment has created popular anti-EU political movements. Folk cannot see the benefits of being in the EU, Folk feel denied access to their Democratic right when it comes to the EU; the EU interferes often with their nationally elected governments.
Nations must be allowed to retain their autonomy within the greater super-structure. In the next hundred years I would very much like to see Scotland, Catalonia, Basque, Naples, Milan, Bavaria and maybe even my own region of Scotland the Kingdom of Fife as member states.
It is apparently Bismarck's anniversary soon, I wish him well.

If we have 'deflation' should we have deflation adjusted measures of growth?
Is unlimited credit to big business causing inflation to fall?
This defies common sense but it is what is happening. The measurements must be very bogus, or most people if they were given a million dollars they would bury it in the garden.
The price of commodities are falling, are these price rises feeding into the price of products?
Oil adjusted inflation is at almost 0%, what is happening?
The signals being given out are very mixed at the moment, there is definitely a climate of unease in the world, is this affecting the behavior of Decision makers and consumers?
The volatility of the financial market seems to be governed by short-term rumors and a culture of gambling which is antithetical to the law abiding and honest society they find themselves within. With the latest piece of news a massive glut of savings raises all boats, quite chaotically.
It is apparent that the rate of return that can be gained by investing in Financial Assets far exceeds the rate of return adjusted for risk of investing in real assets. This leaves the burden of entrepreneurship upon those who have no experience of doing this. Modern business practice is very critical of the conglomerate and advises that company should specialize in what they do best, and return excess cash to shareholders. Then by magic these shareholders will distribute their cash into the economy and Bill Gates from 2015 will re-invent the pocket calculator.
You suspect that I am a bleeding heart, but I am not, society is too complex for Democracy, never mind the board of directors, so I do not advocate that business does it societal duty. I think business should do what it does best.
For the first and probably only time in modern history it is almost free to borrow money. This does not make sense. Inflation has vanished in order that it does cost to borrow money, even now logic must prevail! This is the best time for big business to take a risk, to do a side project, to try and build something green.
This all sounds fantastic and governments have incentivised businesses to spend money with 0% interest rates, but seemingly not actually enough to get them to invest.
The first thing that comes into mind is to tax them, even though we all know what happens when political parties and politicians get hold of share of the public coffers to spend as they want.
I do not claim to know the answers but I watch TV programs about America Works, but I know it is cheaper to pay them to stay at home

  

They were getting closer, infinitesimally nearer with every passing moment to Eden. For almost 250,000 years they had slowly accelerated and for another 250,000 years they had decelerated. \\\\\
There were chambers carved deep inside this vessel with holographic representations of maps of their passage. The stars had been counted and labelled with numbers and letters; too many for any one person to read with interest. The wisest among them Asheroth,  TAsh and Baal knew many things of the stars but they knew that this knowledge was of trivial importance. Each generation had furthered their stagnation, there were no children, and their was nothing to build or innovate with. They did not die, they did not need food or water, their lifespans seeming to stretch to eternity like time. The strongest of them could leave the vessel and swim among the stars for a year or two, they would hold their breath and swim like fishes in this lifeless ocean. They wonder sometimes if the strongest will ever return and sometimes they do.
Thousands of them would tether themselves together and form intricate patterns and hang from the side of this vessel like an ancient image of a snowflake, changing like ripples in a stream. They trained their children to do this, to meditate and reach the highest level of a deep trance, and do this for decade after decade; creating this new dimension of focus.
They had fortified their ship, this vessel, with rock so they did not need to steer it any more, just point it towards the co-ordinates of Eden. With there bare hands they ripped up asteroids and planets and built a shell of invulnerable metal. It had been pounded with asteroids, pulled apart by the enormous forces of gravity and anti-matter. It looked like a silver pockmarked planet as it plowed its way into the planetary system of Eden, it had grown so large, they had grown so once upon a time, that its gravity ripped into the existing order, shattering planets, changing orbits, and sending planets spinning out into the void.
In the distance a blue dot.

Too ponder deeply into the universal requires a taste of fire from the Phoenix when it has first struck a discord

As it explodes into life, engulfing the firmament of the light-less and immeasurable horizon, far and wide, above n below, forever

The frozen light of dawn captures their freezing shadows, like a tendril of smoke possessed by a Demon, slivers snake up into the sky

An enormous rushing gigantic wall of bubbles bursting into trumpets and horns, n angels singing about their superstitions.

What captivates us? What holds us? What of our ancient heart and ancient memories when no thing remains of the day 'crept the endless blight

Time its forlorn, for instant's instant insistence we cling here and have no joy, no gayness, no wonder here dust: benign n flagrant

As cold as the sea, an inky grey is not bright blue, but worse than black, and worse than the endless night is the toil in the dangerous pit

They point, the dawn, the dawn, and stare into the light of the golden son, before it dims and dies n disappears again for another 100 years

N there is no comfort in starlight for us, no superstition will ever enter our minds, N there is no warmth in these cold rocks n plastic

No thing is sacred crept our escape into the light from this, n the ineptitude and greed that brought us here, worse than idiots

Away now and back to huddle in the dark and hyperventilate on these damned apparatus like a badly made watery balloon floating like a

Ancients of Mu Mu, take vainglorious hope to your hear, walk on with hope in your heart n you will never walk alone, walk on, walk on

N there she stood with flowers in her air,

Pale faced like razor-light, gazing far away into the gloom, tears spilling from her milky eyes, n the ghosts of fake plastic roses around er

Fluorescent flowers all the colours of the rainbow streaming from her eyes

N if the golden sunlight could touch her here she would awake from this trance which is our Gladdening thoughts evading the near sightedness

Nothing we know is sacred, we know no thing has any no value, measured no unto infinity but no beyond? Alas, Yes?

Never trust a hipster or a hippie, N never listen to lies, because there is only one truth. N she forgets that moment of pain when she was

Possessed by sum ancient spirit, the black hole at the centre of the galaxy emitting a beautiful souls to inhabit her in an pure emotion

a moment of utter knowledge, a complete realization, to understand the ultimate true humane rational conclusion, to go beneath the mask

N understand the hopelessness of our infernal predicament here loop-id on sum fucking asteroid in the wastes and wilderness of space

It was a sublime moment, a second of thought, a third of light and a fourth of a message and a vision beyond comprehension, it was a feeling, a strange sense, some sort of emotion that felt like a memory which was a dream, an immense pleasure like some sort of re-assurance.
Further than that, beyond and above unto eternity roaring into infinity, blooming from the throne of some maleficent unreality which captivates the unconscious desire ti escape the surety of the mundane, to ascertain the nature of the fantastic, and find that it is neither but both the same.
The cold is pure, the wind is piercing, it cools my cheeks, it clears my head, it opens my eyes. The darkness cools the fever in my head, glory to the sun and all of my ancestors living with the lidless dead. Away, and forward to all things, what thoughts does the future brings, O Oracle sings of the Sybyll and the nine muses, all the money goes to the makers of fireworks fuses.
Nostradamus slept for a thousand years, I would sleep for a day and sleep forever to wake forlorn again and thereafter to my eventual ruin, I would offer a spoon to the Devil for even a gram of salt, for my luck is not my fault. My compassion is greed, that is my empathy, to want more than you, I could not hate you without feeling you, or rather compensate you for your lack of acting the way I want you to, or rather any other way. My fork for Jesus so he could know that Lucifer feels inadequate, and a Gun for the holy spirit to send the sinners to eternal damnation, so suffer contagiousness in the grave, the ghosts tell me, that is punishment, to be buried alive forever, and to feel the hunger for flesh. 2 Score was all i ever wanted, or 1 score, or no score, but that is better than this empty beauty of timelessness.
It is for my Brother's that I right, they come and sit with me and watch me from their golden thrones in the fantasy of paradisaical fantastical heaven, thronged with the heathen's with their pure lust for nature, and destruction.
A bib for the emperor's, a gift for the explorer's, a final nuance, a hieroglyphic conundrum scraping along the sea floor, through the wardrobe door to Mordor.
I consider Murder almost every day, a silent urge, just to experience a feeling, a forbidden desire is like the purging fire of the matrys, do you hear them scream as there flesh burned? DO you smell the fucking bacon? The Cannibalistic urge to master suffering makes no sense.

our ego and develop a mental illness to compensate and repress a lack of humility to progress is a paradise, a shivering guilty climax
logic of continuation which is routine a pattern of thought and behavior, which we are inclined to repeat unless we deny, or truly believe

in the morning till I drink my stimulants, and rock beats scissors in a metaphorical game which is an abstract symbol of sum underlying

innocent memorizes and experiences, that I watch like a television as I grumble laying beneath the sheets, and the spirit of hate is life

I am afraid of the night, but more so of the light of the morning which wakes me full of lingering doubts and horrible memories of

So sooth the unfortunate minks could not afford to buy there tea so they raked the bins until they founds a rat, which they cooked and ate

But it is like fucking that, an a that, an at baht a the same, a ways, until the fucking pie in the sky says Mia Culpably la Mamore n fucking hate

distillation of the vital ingredients to fuck you on a trapeze, when even that is perhaps physically inadequate like recurring negative

For the people, for the underground miners whey never see the sun, for the bin takers, for the gypsies, ruin and mean ramification, is the

N hold u and shake u and talk to you when I am all alone with you, and you send shivers up my spine because you are cold compared to my boy

but no sweet, ma bozo are right heavy and raw and need a right seeing to like only you know how, and like fuck me , and again, fuck me and m

But No, Lo, sugar diet could compensate for the lack of fat like a fucking radicalization of the mechanics of turnip growing had swept so

and who knows the secret that they whisper to each other, is it blandishments or are they discussing which of the tropical fish is there fab

And scores of random fuckers walk past, limping there way forward in sum sort of private glory, sum suckered to the path like a mighty fuck

Swim the extravagant mufti colored fish thirsty and eager they jump to breach this surface which extends to grow into a mighty tripodal

Means that another sun has set in the sweltering south, beside the eager mouth in found forth and beyond into the angry sea like a bell

The incomparable profundity of vilification of purity is the abundance of ignominy, shining out of your arsewhole like a fucking lighthouse

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