Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 7:45 AM EDT on March 9, 2020
What was it you wanted
Tell me again so I'll know
What's happening in there
What's going on in your show
What was it you wanted
Could you say it again
I'll be back in a minute
You can get it together by then
What was it you wanted
You can tell me I'm back
We can start it all over
Get it back on the track
You got why attention
Go ahead speak
What was it you wanted
When you were kissing my cheek
Was there somebody looking
When you gave me that kiss
Someone there in the shadows
Someone that I might have missed
Is there something you needed
Something I don't understand
What was it you wanted
Do I have it in my hand
Whatever you wanted
Slipped out of my mind
Would you remind me again
If you'd be so kind
Has the record been breaking
Did the needle just skip
Is there somebody waitin'
Was there a slip of the lip
What was it you wanted
I ain't keepin' score
Are you the same person
That was here before
Is it something important
Maybe not
What was it you wanted
Tell me again I forgot
Whatever you wanted
What can it be
Did somebody tell you
That you could get it from me
Is it something that comes natural
Is it easy to say
Why do you want it
Who are you anyway?
Is the scenery changing
Am I getting it wrong
Is the whole thing going backwards
Are they playing our song
Where were you when it started
Do you want it for free
What was it you wanted
Are you talking to me? – Bob Dylan
And that brings us to tonight’s word: HOLD MY BEER
You know what sucks about GOT WOKE? Everything is different. Maybe it smells the same. Tastes the same. Touch is the same. But it doesn’t look the same. Not even close.
Local restaurants. The bank. The grocery store. Wal mart. Gas station. Schools. Congress. Food stamps. What used to be an average occurrence in an average day, is now a farce. Paying a loan for a car that is destined to break down. Things fall apart… it’s scientific. Paying exaggerated prices for a car when perfectly good new one sit in an auto graveyard just so corporations can keep the value and prices high while little old ladies sit at a freezing bus stop in the middle of winter. It’s basic supply and demand economics, silly. Paying an expensive car payment with high interest cause my credit ain’t so hot after I got a 30 day late ding. Driving an explosive death trap filled with a high-octane accelerant when I know there’s anti gravity vehicles out there. I saw it on star wars.
Harriet Tubman once said I saved a thousand slaves. I could have saved a thousand more if they only knew they were slaves. No one said wokeness would not come without a price. You want it? You buy it. With your innocence. Not asking you to sell your soul. Not asking you to sacrifice your first born to be an illuminati diddle kid in a clone zone. Not asking you to go into slavery for the rest of your life along with your image, your name, your music, your person and your offspring. It’s right there in the contract. Standard boiler plate stuff. You don’t need a lawyer. And I’m not asking you to sacrifice your life to be the hero we are all called on silently by the universe to be. All I’m asking for is your innocence. Come on…. It’s just a child’s plaything. A toy. You’re going to lose it anyways in this crazy mixed up illuminatzi world. Just a matter of time. Tick tock. Tick tock. Drip Drip. Might as well give it to someone like me. Who will cherish it. Who will hold it near and dear to this heart they want so bad to give an aneurism. Someone like me who will hold your innocence close as if it was my own. And I will. I will keep it with mine. It will be safe. It will be well cared for. It will be loved. You don’t know what you hold. You don’t know what precious cargo you carry. I won’t steal it from you. And I wouldn’t if I could. Mine was taken from me years ago. Friggin Jay Z. All I do is walk this digital world searching for it but all I find is more woke misery behind every corner. Can’t I just go back to beLIEving working 3 minimum wage jobs to survive is just the way God intended life to be? Can’t I go back to not counting the exits at a 3 acre Wal Mart? Can’t I go back to getting an extra heaping helping of fluoride at the dentist? Can’t I go back to thinking Brad Pitt is just in an acting slump? A rut? Don’t freak out.
He’ll bounce back. And when he does, look out. Friends was just a pit stop. Can’t I go back to thinking a parasite is just something a dog gets and easily eradicated by a $50 trip to the vet? And thinking those pretty little clouds forming lines from the back of planes are simply exhaust? And not ask why they seem more visible on one day and not the next? All I want is a little innocence. Just a taste. I’m jonsing hard. I’m shaking. I got the spiders crawling up my arms. Too much of this woke has me losing sleep. There’re images in my head I can’t lose. I can’t unsee. A bell I can’t unring.
So you want to hold on to your innocence as long as you can eh? I respect your free will. I do. A grown ass man spending more time on his fantasy football league than on researching just what happened to those nazi officers in operation paperclip. A 4th reich that is alive and kicking in the good old US of A. Caring more about what’s happening blow deck than below surface? Wrapped up more in crown royal than the royal corona virus? Focused on body sculpting and not body snatching? Ok. You want your innocence that bad? You want to remain an innocent child while the great spiritual war between good and evil rages all around you? I get it. Itsa not so bad. Itsa nice-a a place. Hold my beer.
What do you see when you walk in any chain restaurant? Take the local Applebees. Do you see over 10 tvs pumping out distractions that would give Goebbels a chubby? Do you see a propaganda tool used to keep humans from communicating directly? Do you see addicted customers chained to their phones like chains on a circus elephant? Do you see over processed food mass produced by the lowest bidder? Shipped from far away? Vegetables grown by who knows? Sprayed by who knows what? Meat raised with questionable growth hormones? Killed in merciless ways? Do you see a server on their feet all day for a check that won’t cover the rent? Or health insurance? Do you see a corporation that sees humans as expendable? Without loyalty? Do you see a restaurant that is outside of walking distance? Do you need a car in this land of milk and honey? Do you taste food that’s way too salty? Do you taste frosty beverages that are way too sugary? Do you see ice cold beer poured into a tall Brutus glass with one lime wedge that hits the spot every time? Beer gets a pass in this word. Moving on. But most importantly, do you see your fellow humans? Do you see the weariness in their eyes? Do you see the hunch in their backs? Do you see their autistic children? Do you see their children’s coke bottle lens glasses? Do you see a people who are over weight by a lot?
Do you see a people slowly dying from their food? Their air? Their water? Their vaccines? Their television? Their religions? Do you see a people falling down long before their time? Or are you blind clinging onto that once in a lifetime innocence? Are you clinging on to that royal wanna be lifestyle? That California dreaming? That Hollywood life? That Hollywood lie? You still wanna be the next James Dean? The next Norma Jean? The next Marilyn Monroe? Hold my beer.
All that Hollywood good will flushed down the drain in one GIF. I hope you’re proud of yourself, Heisenberg. Not really. That was a cheap shot. But ok. Come on. That’s funny. Keyser Söze was in there. You know, the guy who’s witnesses against him have the life expectancy of a fruit fly. And don’t forget the creepy YTs. And there’s Lt. Aldo Raine coasting on his good looks. And that talk show host whose set looks like Epstein island. And the Prada wearing Devil who enjoys spirit cooking. The only one missing was Mr. Rogers. That’s funny, right? Bueller? That’s funny…. Right?
Yeeesh. Tough crowd. You got a little something on your face.
When you watch the Princess Bride, what do you see? Do you see a comical villain standing in the way of true wuv? Or do you see a false flag? I see Humperdinck planning to start a war with the neighboring country of Guilder by killing Princess Buttercup and framing Guilder for her death. Vizzini was the hit man. Inconceivable. When I saw this decades ago I guess I listened but I didn’t hear. I guess I watched but didn’t see. Classic false flag example right there in a beloved children’s movie. That’s the difference between woke and innocence. Sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose. Sometimes it rains.
One last what do you see? Cause I know you’re not blind. What do you see when you see a child? I’ll just beat to the punch. I see dinner for vrill Bill. I see a commodity to be used until it’s burnt out and sacrificed. I see an expiration date. I see $25 tricks. I see sex tours in the Philippines. I see a tool of blackmail. I see Biden whispering something in her ear. I hear muffled screams from Hillary’s snuff film. I see parents too tired and to poor to give the child the life it deserves. I see a black market of organs for privileged kids. I see the man inside the child but also so many barriers to becoming that well adjusted man. If vrill Bill don’t get you, bad touch uncle will.
So please excuse me for wanting a bit of your innocence. Mine is jaded. Bad candy. And deep down I know I can’t have yours. It doesn’t work that way. I can’t go back. Will traitorous justice give me back my innocence? Will revenge help me sleep at night? Will court TV set the Princess Bride straight? Will power back to the people help me look at a child and see just that? A child who deserves to have a happy childhood? Is there a light at the end of the tunnel that erases my woke memory? Our memories of these dirty days? And humanity is rebooted? With all the evil ones stuffed into a shipping container headed straight for a far off 3D planet? No clone wars memories for us woke vets to drag around for the next few hundred years due to the longevity machines. Just look into the light, Heis. You’ll feel better in no time.
Or will we be allowed to keep our memories and move forward with brand new libraries with a brand new history? Hologram history. So so band name. Is it going to be our shame for sleeping for so long? To have humanity’s innocence ripped from its slumbering arms? How could you, Cletus? Jesus went thru all of that and for what? Just so you could choose to keep up with the Joneses over his teachings? Now, so it will never happen again on this planet earth #flatearth, you will carry around the galaxy this woke knowledge knowing you let the unspeakable happen on your watch. Like the mark of Cain. You fell asleep. You chose your innocence over the well being of that poor little girl who crossed paths with Huma and Hillary. It’s like you held that girl and let Biden sniff her. It’s like you yourself duct taped Brad Pitt right down to that chair so he doesn’t fall out. Too soon? He’s baaaaack. Hold my beer.
I don’t know. I could see it going both ways. That’s what she said. I can see the sheep taking forever to get over the evil played upon them. Ever know someone to bring up shit from 20 years ago? For example a paint color they never liked? This is way worse. Way way worse. Some will never get over learning the truth. Like are we going to have to listen to them moan and groan for the next 1000 years? All because they chose to hide away their innocence? Because they chose not to research the rabbit hole? To use common sense? Yea, I get it. They ate babies. Your auntie Lil got vrilled. They wanted to kill 95% of humanity. I know. But were trying to get these third world countries toilets so they can take a decent crap in peace. Can we talk about it later? Kinda busy here. Can you get back on facebook and catch up with the other newly woke innocent sheep? Unless you wanna pick up a hammer and get busy. No? Not ready yet? Imagine that.
So maybe I do have a selfish motive here other than stealing your innocence. Which you clearly are taking for granted. Maybe I want to pinch your innocence to force you to wake up. Just a little. You don’t have to go full Heisenberg. Body snatching subterranean lizards are a bit much on the first day of high school. Gotta ease in to that one. You must choose one or the other. You cannot have your innocence and get woke together. Don’t work that way.
But that also have me asking… do you know something we don’t? Do you know the value of innocence more than I do? Maybe if I valued it higher, I would not have gone chasing that rabbit down the hole on the first date. Maybe I would have should have stopped at second base. Instead I led them round home without so much as a hamburger. Not so much as telling me I’m pretty. I might have erred on the side of caution. Maybe I would have gotten a call the next day. Maybe I forgot once innocence is gone… it’s gone. Maybe if I could switch timelines I could go back and not be so stubborn. Not be headstrong. Look before I leap. Is that why you sit there at that poker table holding that card like an ace in your hat? Yea… I’ll give you that. You have something I lost long ago live a virgin on prom night and would like back. Point to the sheep. Nice poker face. Bet you win a lot of games with that dead eyed sleepy look. How much money have you won so far?
Pop quiz, hotshot. Remember your course on Dylan? What do you think is the meaning behind subterranean homesick blues? Do you think it was advice to a newly hosted vrill for life up top? Girl by the whirl pool looking for a new fool? Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose? Keep a clean nose, watch the plain clothes. You don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows? Ask yourself… who would be homesick for the sub terrain? So cherish your innocence. Otherwise you’ll be like us woke. Cherished childhood movies, ruined. Dylan. Tarnished. Dinner at Applebees. Why bother? Stay asleep. Stay under your bed in fear. Drink that roofie colada. Get those vaccines. Get your heritage DNA tested. Turn on the TV. Turn on the talking heads. Carry your innocence with you like Linus carries his blanket. It’s warm in the night. Unless….
Unless you want to witness the greatest show on earth. Unless you want to pick up a digital gun and fight in the great spiritual war. Unless you want to fight for your right to party. Fight for humanity. Fight to show the Galactics who came here to help, how grateful we are as a people for their help. Grateful for the sacrifices they made to save our bacon. And not just selfishly clinging to our precious innocence like a 1% rich man clings to his wealth.
Because if we humans as a whole are to get mind erased for the sake of a few billion of our fragile sheep’s minds, you would have slept thru the great awakening. The greatest show on earth. What a fight to have slept thru. What a movie to have dozed off in. And if they do mind erase us, you would never have experienced the raw emotion of WOKE. It’s hard to trade in. It ruins movies. It ruins songs. It ruins heroes. But nothing on earth compares to it. You’re hearing the voice of Jesus. So ask yourself before you commit. Before you buy that Columbia record club subscription… am I ready to get woke? Am I ready to give up my innocence for the truth? Can I handle the truth? Can I pick and chose certain truths? Sure. Whatever. Donald Marshal, Wonder Woman, Maverick and I are loco, ese and vrill bill is a leprechaun. Pumpkinhead is just a movie. Sure. What’s it going to take to get you woke today? Start with something easy like NAFTA. Fiat money. IRS. The FEDERAL reserve. Go from there. But before you commit to something that may take on a life of it’s own and drag you down a rabbit hole, by law I have to ask you… would you rather: Be a free man in your grave or live as a puppet or a slave? No wrong answer. Free will and all.
But while you’re taking your sweet time to decide, me and a few friends are gonna go fight nazis.
Here… hold my beer.
And that’s the word
Heisenberg
Somebody Told Me
Wild wild life
Used to Be a Sweet Boy (Unable to embed below)
I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend
Be True (Live at Joe Louis Arena, Detroit, MI - March 1988)
Nobody 'Cept You
The More You Ignore Me, the Closer I Get (Unable to embed below)
Tonight I'll Be Staying Here with You
Are You Gonna Wait Forever?
Hold on to Your Friends (Unable to embed below)
Most of the Time
Goodbye Horses
Back to Black (SXSW)
Love Is A Losing Game (SXSW)
You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go
America (Live in Nice, France - October 27, 1985)
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Exit/Gloria (Rattle and Hum)
What Was It You Wanted? (Unable to embed below)
Two Faces
She Used To Love Me A Lot
Hard Times (Come Again No More) (London Calling: Live In Hyde Park, 2009)
This Night Has Opened My Eyes
Out Of Time
The Harder They Come - Jerry Garcia Band, 3/18/78
Tryin' To Throw Your Arms Around The World
Pretty Good At Drinkin' Beer
Johnny Come Home
Don't Worry Baby
Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want
What Good Am I?
What good am I if I’m like all the rest?
If I just turn away when I see how you're dressed?
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry?
What good am I?
What good am I if I know and don't do?
If I see and don't say?
If I look right through you?
If I turn a deaf ear to the thunderin' sky?
What good am I?
What good am I while you softly weep?
And I hear in my head what you say in your sleep?
And I freeze in the moment like the rest who don't try?
What good am I?
What good am I then to others and me?
If I had every chance and yet still fail to see?
If my hands are tied must I not wonder within?
Who tied them and why and where must I have been?
What good am I if I say foolish things?
And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings?
And I just turn my back while you silently die?
What good am I?
______________________________________________________
If you wish to contact the author of any reader submitted guest post, you can give us an email at UniversalOm432Hz@gmail.com and we'll forward your request to the author.
______________________________________________________
All articles, videos, and images posted on Dinar Chronicles were submitted by readers and/or handpicked by the site itself for informational and/or entertainment purposes.
Dinar Chronicles is not a registered investment adviser, broker dealer, banker or currency dealer and as such, no information on the website should be construed as investment advice. We do not support, represent or guarantee the completeness, truthfulness, accuracy, or reliability of any content or communications posted on this site. Information posted on this site may or may not be fictitious. We do not intend to and are not providing financial, legal, tax, political or any other advice to readers of this website.
Copyright © 2020 Dinar Chronicles
What was it you wanted
Tell me again so I'll know
What's happening in there
What's going on in your show
What was it you wanted
Could you say it again
I'll be back in a minute
You can get it together by then
What was it you wanted
You can tell me I'm back
We can start it all over
Get it back on the track
You got why attention
Go ahead speak
What was it you wanted
When you were kissing my cheek
Was there somebody looking
When you gave me that kiss
Someone there in the shadows
Someone that I might have missed
Is there something you needed
Something I don't understand
What was it you wanted
Do I have it in my hand
Whatever you wanted
Slipped out of my mind
Would you remind me again
If you'd be so kind
Has the record been breaking
Did the needle just skip
Is there somebody waitin'
Was there a slip of the lip
What was it you wanted
I ain't keepin' score
Are you the same person
That was here before
Is it something important
Maybe not
What was it you wanted
Tell me again I forgot
Whatever you wanted
What can it be
Did somebody tell you
That you could get it from me
Is it something that comes natural
Is it easy to say
Why do you want it
Who are you anyway?
Is the scenery changing
Am I getting it wrong
Is the whole thing going backwards
Are they playing our song
Where were you when it started
Do you want it for free
What was it you wanted
Are you talking to me? – Bob Dylan
And that brings us to tonight’s word: HOLD MY BEER
You know what sucks about GOT WOKE? Everything is different. Maybe it smells the same. Tastes the same. Touch is the same. But it doesn’t look the same. Not even close.
Local restaurants. The bank. The grocery store. Wal mart. Gas station. Schools. Congress. Food stamps. What used to be an average occurrence in an average day, is now a farce. Paying a loan for a car that is destined to break down. Things fall apart… it’s scientific. Paying exaggerated prices for a car when perfectly good new one sit in an auto graveyard just so corporations can keep the value and prices high while little old ladies sit at a freezing bus stop in the middle of winter. It’s basic supply and demand economics, silly. Paying an expensive car payment with high interest cause my credit ain’t so hot after I got a 30 day late ding. Driving an explosive death trap filled with a high-octane accelerant when I know there’s anti gravity vehicles out there. I saw it on star wars.
Harriet Tubman once said I saved a thousand slaves. I could have saved a thousand more if they only knew they were slaves. No one said wokeness would not come without a price. You want it? You buy it. With your innocence. Not asking you to sell your soul. Not asking you to sacrifice your first born to be an illuminati diddle kid in a clone zone. Not asking you to go into slavery for the rest of your life along with your image, your name, your music, your person and your offspring. It’s right there in the contract. Standard boiler plate stuff. You don’t need a lawyer. And I’m not asking you to sacrifice your life to be the hero we are all called on silently by the universe to be. All I’m asking for is your innocence. Come on…. It’s just a child’s plaything. A toy. You’re going to lose it anyways in this crazy mixed up illuminatzi world. Just a matter of time. Tick tock. Tick tock. Drip Drip. Might as well give it to someone like me. Who will cherish it. Who will hold it near and dear to this heart they want so bad to give an aneurism. Someone like me who will hold your innocence close as if it was my own. And I will. I will keep it with mine. It will be safe. It will be well cared for. It will be loved. You don’t know what you hold. You don’t know what precious cargo you carry. I won’t steal it from you. And I wouldn’t if I could. Mine was taken from me years ago. Friggin Jay Z. All I do is walk this digital world searching for it but all I find is more woke misery behind every corner. Can’t I just go back to beLIEving working 3 minimum wage jobs to survive is just the way God intended life to be? Can’t I go back to not counting the exits at a 3 acre Wal Mart? Can’t I go back to getting an extra heaping helping of fluoride at the dentist? Can’t I go back to thinking Brad Pitt is just in an acting slump? A rut? Don’t freak out.
He’ll bounce back. And when he does, look out. Friends was just a pit stop. Can’t I go back to thinking a parasite is just something a dog gets and easily eradicated by a $50 trip to the vet? And thinking those pretty little clouds forming lines from the back of planes are simply exhaust? And not ask why they seem more visible on one day and not the next? All I want is a little innocence. Just a taste. I’m jonsing hard. I’m shaking. I got the spiders crawling up my arms. Too much of this woke has me losing sleep. There’re images in my head I can’t lose. I can’t unsee. A bell I can’t unring.
So you want to hold on to your innocence as long as you can eh? I respect your free will. I do. A grown ass man spending more time on his fantasy football league than on researching just what happened to those nazi officers in operation paperclip. A 4th reich that is alive and kicking in the good old US of A. Caring more about what’s happening blow deck than below surface? Wrapped up more in crown royal than the royal corona virus? Focused on body sculpting and not body snatching? Ok. You want your innocence that bad? You want to remain an innocent child while the great spiritual war between good and evil rages all around you? I get it. Itsa not so bad. Itsa nice-a a place. Hold my beer.
What do you see when you walk in any chain restaurant? Take the local Applebees. Do you see over 10 tvs pumping out distractions that would give Goebbels a chubby? Do you see a propaganda tool used to keep humans from communicating directly? Do you see addicted customers chained to their phones like chains on a circus elephant? Do you see over processed food mass produced by the lowest bidder? Shipped from far away? Vegetables grown by who knows? Sprayed by who knows what? Meat raised with questionable growth hormones? Killed in merciless ways? Do you see a server on their feet all day for a check that won’t cover the rent? Or health insurance? Do you see a corporation that sees humans as expendable? Without loyalty? Do you see a restaurant that is outside of walking distance? Do you need a car in this land of milk and honey? Do you taste food that’s way too salty? Do you taste frosty beverages that are way too sugary? Do you see ice cold beer poured into a tall Brutus glass with one lime wedge that hits the spot every time? Beer gets a pass in this word. Moving on. But most importantly, do you see your fellow humans? Do you see the weariness in their eyes? Do you see the hunch in their backs? Do you see their autistic children? Do you see their children’s coke bottle lens glasses? Do you see a people who are over weight by a lot?
Do you see a people slowly dying from their food? Their air? Their water? Their vaccines? Their television? Their religions? Do you see a people falling down long before their time? Or are you blind clinging onto that once in a lifetime innocence? Are you clinging on to that royal wanna be lifestyle? That California dreaming? That Hollywood life? That Hollywood lie? You still wanna be the next James Dean? The next Norma Jean? The next Marilyn Monroe? Hold my beer.
All that Hollywood good will flushed down the drain in one GIF. I hope you’re proud of yourself, Heisenberg. Not really. That was a cheap shot. But ok. Come on. That’s funny. Keyser Söze was in there. You know, the guy who’s witnesses against him have the life expectancy of a fruit fly. And don’t forget the creepy YTs. And there’s Lt. Aldo Raine coasting on his good looks. And that talk show host whose set looks like Epstein island. And the Prada wearing Devil who enjoys spirit cooking. The only one missing was Mr. Rogers. That’s funny, right? Bueller? That’s funny…. Right?
Yeeesh. Tough crowd. You got a little something on your face.
When you watch the Princess Bride, what do you see? Do you see a comical villain standing in the way of true wuv? Or do you see a false flag? I see Humperdinck planning to start a war with the neighboring country of Guilder by killing Princess Buttercup and framing Guilder for her death. Vizzini was the hit man. Inconceivable. When I saw this decades ago I guess I listened but I didn’t hear. I guess I watched but didn’t see. Classic false flag example right there in a beloved children’s movie. That’s the difference between woke and innocence. Sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose. Sometimes it rains.
One last what do you see? Cause I know you’re not blind. What do you see when you see a child? I’ll just beat to the punch. I see dinner for vrill Bill. I see a commodity to be used until it’s burnt out and sacrificed. I see an expiration date. I see $25 tricks. I see sex tours in the Philippines. I see a tool of blackmail. I see Biden whispering something in her ear. I hear muffled screams from Hillary’s snuff film. I see parents too tired and to poor to give the child the life it deserves. I see a black market of organs for privileged kids. I see the man inside the child but also so many barriers to becoming that well adjusted man. If vrill Bill don’t get you, bad touch uncle will.
So please excuse me for wanting a bit of your innocence. Mine is jaded. Bad candy. And deep down I know I can’t have yours. It doesn’t work that way. I can’t go back. Will traitorous justice give me back my innocence? Will revenge help me sleep at night? Will court TV set the Princess Bride straight? Will power back to the people help me look at a child and see just that? A child who deserves to have a happy childhood? Is there a light at the end of the tunnel that erases my woke memory? Our memories of these dirty days? And humanity is rebooted? With all the evil ones stuffed into a shipping container headed straight for a far off 3D planet? No clone wars memories for us woke vets to drag around for the next few hundred years due to the longevity machines. Just look into the light, Heis. You’ll feel better in no time.
Or will we be allowed to keep our memories and move forward with brand new libraries with a brand new history? Hologram history. So so band name. Is it going to be our shame for sleeping for so long? To have humanity’s innocence ripped from its slumbering arms? How could you, Cletus? Jesus went thru all of that and for what? Just so you could choose to keep up with the Joneses over his teachings? Now, so it will never happen again on this planet earth #flatearth, you will carry around the galaxy this woke knowledge knowing you let the unspeakable happen on your watch. Like the mark of Cain. You fell asleep. You chose your innocence over the well being of that poor little girl who crossed paths with Huma and Hillary. It’s like you held that girl and let Biden sniff her. It’s like you yourself duct taped Brad Pitt right down to that chair so he doesn’t fall out. Too soon? He’s baaaaack. Hold my beer.
I don’t know. I could see it going both ways. That’s what she said. I can see the sheep taking forever to get over the evil played upon them. Ever know someone to bring up shit from 20 years ago? For example a paint color they never liked? This is way worse. Way way worse. Some will never get over learning the truth. Like are we going to have to listen to them moan and groan for the next 1000 years? All because they chose to hide away their innocence? Because they chose not to research the rabbit hole? To use common sense? Yea, I get it. They ate babies. Your auntie Lil got vrilled. They wanted to kill 95% of humanity. I know. But were trying to get these third world countries toilets so they can take a decent crap in peace. Can we talk about it later? Kinda busy here. Can you get back on facebook and catch up with the other newly woke innocent sheep? Unless you wanna pick up a hammer and get busy. No? Not ready yet? Imagine that.
So maybe I do have a selfish motive here other than stealing your innocence. Which you clearly are taking for granted. Maybe I want to pinch your innocence to force you to wake up. Just a little. You don’t have to go full Heisenberg. Body snatching subterranean lizards are a bit much on the first day of high school. Gotta ease in to that one. You must choose one or the other. You cannot have your innocence and get woke together. Don’t work that way.
But that also have me asking… do you know something we don’t? Do you know the value of innocence more than I do? Maybe if I valued it higher, I would not have gone chasing that rabbit down the hole on the first date. Maybe I would have should have stopped at second base. Instead I led them round home without so much as a hamburger. Not so much as telling me I’m pretty. I might have erred on the side of caution. Maybe I would have gotten a call the next day. Maybe I forgot once innocence is gone… it’s gone. Maybe if I could switch timelines I could go back and not be so stubborn. Not be headstrong. Look before I leap. Is that why you sit there at that poker table holding that card like an ace in your hat? Yea… I’ll give you that. You have something I lost long ago live a virgin on prom night and would like back. Point to the sheep. Nice poker face. Bet you win a lot of games with that dead eyed sleepy look. How much money have you won so far?
Pop quiz, hotshot. Remember your course on Dylan? What do you think is the meaning behind subterranean homesick blues? Do you think it was advice to a newly hosted vrill for life up top? Girl by the whirl pool looking for a new fool? Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose? Keep a clean nose, watch the plain clothes. You don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows? Ask yourself… who would be homesick for the sub terrain? So cherish your innocence. Otherwise you’ll be like us woke. Cherished childhood movies, ruined. Dylan. Tarnished. Dinner at Applebees. Why bother? Stay asleep. Stay under your bed in fear. Drink that roofie colada. Get those vaccines. Get your heritage DNA tested. Turn on the TV. Turn on the talking heads. Carry your innocence with you like Linus carries his blanket. It’s warm in the night. Unless….
Unless you want to witness the greatest show on earth. Unless you want to pick up a digital gun and fight in the great spiritual war. Unless you want to fight for your right to party. Fight for humanity. Fight to show the Galactics who came here to help, how grateful we are as a people for their help. Grateful for the sacrifices they made to save our bacon. And not just selfishly clinging to our precious innocence like a 1% rich man clings to his wealth.
Because if we humans as a whole are to get mind erased for the sake of a few billion of our fragile sheep’s minds, you would have slept thru the great awakening. The greatest show on earth. What a fight to have slept thru. What a movie to have dozed off in. And if they do mind erase us, you would never have experienced the raw emotion of WOKE. It’s hard to trade in. It ruins movies. It ruins songs. It ruins heroes. But nothing on earth compares to it. You’re hearing the voice of Jesus. So ask yourself before you commit. Before you buy that Columbia record club subscription… am I ready to get woke? Am I ready to give up my innocence for the truth? Can I handle the truth? Can I pick and chose certain truths? Sure. Whatever. Donald Marshal, Wonder Woman, Maverick and I are loco, ese and vrill bill is a leprechaun. Pumpkinhead is just a movie. Sure. What’s it going to take to get you woke today? Start with something easy like NAFTA. Fiat money. IRS. The FEDERAL reserve. Go from there. But before you commit to something that may take on a life of it’s own and drag you down a rabbit hole, by law I have to ask you… would you rather: Be a free man in your grave or live as a puppet or a slave? No wrong answer. Free will and all.
But while you’re taking your sweet time to decide, me and a few friends are gonna go fight nazis.
Here… hold my beer.
And that’s the word
Heisenberg
Somebody Told Me
Wild wild life
Used to Be a Sweet Boy (Unable to embed below)
I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend
Be True (Live at Joe Louis Arena, Detroit, MI - March 1988)
Nobody 'Cept You
The More You Ignore Me, the Closer I Get (Unable to embed below)
Tonight I'll Be Staying Here with You
Are You Gonna Wait Forever?
Hold on to Your Friends (Unable to embed below)
Most of the Time
Goodbye Horses
Back to Black (SXSW)
Love Is A Losing Game (SXSW)
You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go
America (Live in Nice, France - October 27, 1985)
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Exit/Gloria (Rattle and Hum)
What Was It You Wanted? (Unable to embed below)
Two Faces
She Used To Love Me A Lot
Hard Times (Come Again No More) (London Calling: Live In Hyde Park, 2009)
This Night Has Opened My Eyes
Out Of Time
The Harder They Come - Jerry Garcia Band, 3/18/78
Tryin' To Throw Your Arms Around The World
Pretty Good At Drinkin' Beer
Johnny Come Home
Don't Worry Baby
Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want
What Good Am I?
What good am I if I’m like all the rest?
If I just turn away when I see how you're dressed?
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry?
What good am I?
What good am I if I know and don't do?
If I see and don't say?
If I look right through you?
If I turn a deaf ear to the thunderin' sky?
What good am I?
What good am I while you softly weep?
And I hear in my head what you say in your sleep?
And I freeze in the moment like the rest who don't try?
What good am I?
What good am I then to others and me?
If I had every chance and yet still fail to see?
If my hands are tied must I not wonder within?
Who tied them and why and where must I have been?
What good am I if I say foolish things?
And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings?
And I just turn my back while you silently die?
What good am I?
______________________________________________________
If you wish to contact the author of any reader submitted guest post, you can give us an email at UniversalOm432Hz@gmail.com and we'll forward your request to the author.
______________________________________________________
All articles, videos, and images posted on Dinar Chronicles were submitted by readers and/or handpicked by the site itself for informational and/or entertainment purposes.
Dinar Chronicles is not a registered investment adviser, broker dealer, banker or currency dealer and as such, no information on the website should be construed as investment advice. We do not support, represent or guarantee the completeness, truthfulness, accuracy, or reliability of any content or communications posted on this site. Information posted on this site may or may not be fictitious. We do not intend to and are not providing financial, legal, tax, political or any other advice to readers of this website.
Copyright © 2020 Dinar Chronicles
0 Comments: