The Jungle and the Swamp.

A lot of similarities between the jungle and the swamp...

it's shady, hot, and wet...alot of the same shades of green...

we got the same kind of bugs, mosquitos in particular...

and that familiar feeling...

We know about Aloha where I come from...

we just call it southern hospitality...

I feel at home here.

The keiki call me uncle

the uncles call me braddha

the aunties call me baby, sweety, honey and such...

straight southern style...

the way it should be.

Don't let the complexion fool ya...

I aint no howly.

I'm Hawaiian.

E Malama Aina.

Voo-doo...Hoo-joo...

Stupid children playing games...

...thinking they know something about Voodoo...

If you believe in Voodoo...You got problems.

If you don't believe in voodoo...No problems.

I don't believe in voodoo.

But don't fuck with me.

Cuz, if you do...

I'll put some Hoo-Joo on you.

 I'll cast a spell to ring your bell.

I'll put a curse on you that you won't ever reverse.

What? You don't believe in Voodoo?

You're gonna believe in Voodoo when I get thru with you. 

You better bow down to your god and make peace with the devil...

cuz the shadow man's gonna getcha. 

 

 

 

Anonymous.

We are Anonymous.

you cannot name us...

We are One.

we have many names
We name ourselves after plants, animals,
 basic elements, mythological characters
 cartoons and meteorological terms.

We are travelers

incarnations of sunlight 

transmuted into form and substance

only to evaporate and ascend again.

We are omnipresent.

Psychosis

When a human being is driven into the barren lands where no produce grows...

 to live in places unfit for human habitation...

starved into eating food not fit for human consumption...

constantly exposed to free-radicals and pollution,

drinking water laden with chemicals and bathing in radio-active sewage...

 harassed and jailed,

run off like a stray dog,

disrespected and abused by his fellow man,

ostracized by his own society

and reduced to a beggar, a scavenger and a thief,

When the false reality of the all consuming vortex of the corporate state

becomes too much of a burden to bear,

His mind is reduced to a state of Psychosis.

The symptoms of his Psychosis are the natural by-products of the imbalances perpetuated by the State...imbalances that the state depends on in order to exist.

The State itself is psychotic.

Psychosis is a symptom of state-ism as well as the cause.

The state was built by humans, inspired by humans

but has become itself Inhumane.

The state is a snake chasing its own tail.

...a tower built to crumble...

Rebellion is Righteous in the face of oppression.

Defiance is simultaneously an assumption of personal responsibility.

Power is attained only thru self awareness and self control.

Our only salvation lies in the creation of a brand new reality.

Bottom Feeder Rock Fever

Solar powered island hopping helicopter take me away.

I gotta hole in my pocket, for too long I stay.

Cruzn and Chilln, no more work here for me,

I got the bottom feeder rock fever

got to get myself free.
Hey, hey hey take me away.

Aint no reason to get in such a big a hurry baby
the rain aint gonna get you too wet for too long
take a ride with me on the dark side of the hwy
well hitch a ride to nowhere and find somewhere to belong
hey hey hey i'll take you to the other side.

take me by the hand my love
ill take you for a ride
don't look back and hold on tight
well get out of here alive
hey hey hey i'll take you too the other side.

Carnival mask

We all wear a mask at the carnival.

At the circus, everybody's a clown.

the world keeps turning round and round 

but the big top is coming down.

Price of Paradise.

The islands are infested with military bases, militant missionaries, Mcdeath, Monsantos, and Mersa...the local population has been colonized; christianized; circumsized, baptized, crusified and sodomized... industrialized, institutionalized by breathless alians who believe they were chosen by god to rule over the nations with an iron rod...the youth rage against arpartheid with memories of genocide in their bones as they are pushed aside, oppressed and marginalized by genetically modified gentrified socialites who have stripped them of their rights and robbed their hearts and minds like some kine vampire valentine...nough to blow ur mind...
Trillions of tourists shitting every day...flushing their shit right into the bay...Radio-active sewage mixed with bleach and flouride, mercury and Fukashima radio-activity...Plagues, Wars and rumors of wars... signs, signs the end is coming soon.Consistantly inoculated with incalculable chemical concoctions that cloud our consiousness we stumble blindly thru this concrete and asphalt maze consuming pre-masticated, pre-fabricated reproductions of the fruits of the earth from land that has been stripped, raped and furrowed...Shrink wrapped managers special...everything is for sale...cartoon-ized caricaturizations of a lost culture...Carrion...Remnants of random peices on Discount...strip malls built on top of the graves of dead babies...Traditions lost in the transition...new temples built from the ruins of the old...the ceiling resting atop the pillars of the seven deadly sins...

Organic Human in a Robotic World.

Under pressure from scarcity imposed by the machinery of society, an individual with the will to survive and the power to obtain their sustenance from the bounty of the Earth on which they live upon, will indeed cast aside the fetters of slavery and the false morality imposed upon them by their oppressors and elevate themselves, standing on their hind legs above the consciousness of a beast of burden, and recognise themselves as a divine being of light, a person with the in-ailable right to exist in harmony with the rhythms and cycles of the Cosmos... foraging peacefully in the garden, naked and un-ashamed in the light of the Alpha and Omega, the Star of all stars, the 1st and the Last and the Greatest ... 

There is no god higher than the ever burning fire...The beginning and the end... The center of the Sun.

Its that pulse of energy behind every heart-beat.

Its the timbre and tone of every rhythm, rhyme and melody.

its the proverbial projector and the image on the screen.

Brahma Shiva and Vishnu Simultaneously.

Creator, creation, and destruction at the same time.

Conflict of Interests.

The Economy is diametrically opposed to the Ecology. What we have here is a conflict of interests.The mechanical infrastructure of the state is in direct opposition to the natural eco-system of the earth.

In a universe that operates on the principle of Order, which is a struggle for equalibrium; Any synthetic system built on the precepts and presuppositions of heirarchial "order" 

which operates on the principles of in-equality and imbalance,

Will not stand.

Psycotic Animal.

Of an animal, I have never been afraid. 

It is my own species that petrifies me.

I see their shadows looming in even the wildest of places...

Haunting my dreams.

Man is the only animal that has forgotten that he too, is an animal.

He has raised himself on his hind legs and proclaimed himself Lord of the Land.

He adorned his own head with a crown and elevated himself on a throne that he built with his own hands.

He raised a scepter forged by slaves and parted the land among the tribes.

He built towers to the skies and ladders into the heavens and wrestled with the gods.

the "word".

If you are using the "word" as a reference point, you should reference the original words before they were re-interpretated by emporers and kings while keeping in mind that "Jesus" never had a chance to write his own shit in the first place; in fact, his name wasn't Jesus if he existed at all, there is no J in the greek language. Most of the New Testament was written by a Pharisee that never even knew this man from Galilee, but dedicated his life to the eradication of his followers until the "Damascus Road" experience where he switched his tactics to infiltrating their camps, posing as a prophet he watered down his kool-aid, plagerizing and mis-interpretating his message...Paul created a new blood cult from the ruins of the old, he turned the Nazarenes revolution into a new orthedoxy... new boss same as the last..

Christianity is nothing more than Judiaism with the blood sacrifice included.

Christianity is a mockery of everything that Yeshua stood for, ironically it is based on the very thing that he stood against; the shedding of innocent blood.

What sin is greater than the shedding of innocent blood?

Christianity would more appropriatly be called Paulianity.

Don't tell me what to do.

Don't tell me what to do.
don't ever tell me what to do.

I don't tell you what to do.
Do I?

I respect your free will as much as my own.

Do what you will, harm none.

I will do the same.
I do what needs 2 b done.
I don't do what doesnt need to be done.
I don't take dictation.
I don't deal with micro-management.
I don't answer rhetorical questions.
I do not tolerate dis-respect, dis-honesty, or dis-trust.
If you want me to cooperate with you,
you will have to start by cooperating with me.
Somebody forgot to tell you,
I'm the muthafukn Boss.

I don't ask nobody for nuthn.

I get mine.

I don't take nuthn from nobody.

I don't have to.

I have everything I need and plenty left over for share.

I don't put my hands on things that don't belong to me.

If I take, I take from what has been stolen from me already.

I consider free-will to be sacred.

I will respect yours just as much as my own as long as you respect mine.

Not from your world...

Im not from your world...

Im from this planet called "Earth".

I've been lied to since birth.

It's all the same story

to stop is to sink

guns, diamonds and gold

blood, paper and ink...

I got this 3rd eye in the middle of my fore-head and I can see right thru you.

Praying Mantis

Praying Mantis I will pray with thee.

I will pray that we will always be free.

I am you and you are me.

Keep your poison to yourself and let me be.

I do not wish to taste your death.

Twisted Beauty.

She's so damn gorgeous

...and so gone...

In a good way,

I suppose...

Like everything that's beautiful is twisted.

The Damned Don't Cry.

The Last of the Queens children

are begging in the streets...

dancing to ancient rythyms

singing in tongues forbidden

remembering forgotten gods

...and praying like the damned

with no tears, for Redemption.