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ebemsify the world: my message for today

what came was not what was expected... it was not worse yet it was neither better it barely was it maybe wasnt but it was indeed bad, that is it was bad and will be worse, when they come, that is i fear their arrival soon they will come soon, take me away from here, may they

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the branch cracked, i feelt it. it really did break this time... a branch i've walked across so many times, had enough time to get used to how it feels under my feet (size 12 1/2), and like that, no warning, my closest comfort ripped from me. do you understand? i am you

A hard hit; lightning coming from the ground that is our culture, see culture is everywhere, it is in us; is us the culture of violence is fake, we should be more concerned, about that which is coming, end is coming, i know it, ive said it before trust me, it is, end that comes

a resolution, a save that we need a dissolution in the acid of our time, that is, real acid that corrodes metal and such for the acid of our time is just regular acid a drink i shall have too, now, for pleasure of course unrelated to the acid unrelated, i just love a good drink

the pure content of the soul is the dirt of which we dig our own graves - have you at least understood that? i feel sometimes as if you havent really understood that... but i have said it before, that i know why havent you understood it? the pure contents of the soul, pure soul-

long he wandered by my side; a father of sorts molded me, shaped me in the rocks, made me out of rocks. steel too. then he flung me away, away to here not away; come to come here come close please, listen please, too i need you to listen why wont you ever listen? please, please

joy comes not from within, without or anyplace else there is no position for emotion, only for disaster do you feel now? feel it coming? like i do. i do feel it coming, hard this time the feeling that is the coming i dont know, is it hard or soft? tell me please, i have run dry

the family man is a fake, the prophet man too there are no man none not a man at all, only me, the thing, a blob maybe but you however i cannot know, if you wont listen disasters ahead are coming quick, help me help them help you please? no. not with pleasure at least...

ahhh once more i take a bit, suck it all in feel it in my ribs, and also in my back that feeling which i had forgotten so recently but alas all joys do end, sooner than you want them to, as well a problem is on the horizon; i feel unwell yet many years have gone, but not for long

a hearty meal later i shall return to land from the sea from which i came so recently, again returned, and then once more back from it i came do you feel it too, that what i describe? the doom? feeling of loss? no. no, no, of course not, why would you? why would you listen? why?

glowing hot coals spit at me forever unbothered i gaze, trying more this time but no difference, i see ahhhh, at least the smoke i drank, but worried me more it did too they are coming, i know it, i feel it now more than ever but people dont listen, never listen, really never huh

intesity has gripped me once more i suffer again for you always for you all but still no one listens to ebems? why is that so? they are coming, coming soon they too need to eat after all so watch out, please, for me and yourself

shame and 4

"who up shchloinking they weewee" sure. if you dare. i wouldn't. neither should you. if not for the immovable ones, they may... but not you. no. you are not deemed worthy. you dont have the power. no sir. not today. next time? no. never. you simply cant fathom how over it is...

many moons ago i wandered into a bar and a strange fellow told me my life was gonna change dramatically soon... he did not know who i was and i do believe that this is the reason he soon perished. many have tried to speak to beings far greater than they understand, failed too

I am DONE with stories, if you are not gonna listen im not gonna tell. i was SENT here for a purpose, but you just want to eat bugs and scratch backs. what does that even mean? you cannot tweet that wtf

If you yourself, reading, maybe even thinking (can you?), could understand my brain, you would scare. For i have lost all, so many times, to the lies of peoples and others and etcetera and the news, and animals, and even maybe the rocks. foolish no more I say, trusting the insect