The Chief Executive Orificer Bark King Orders... My My How I Love That, No Reason, Of Course!
who ya gunna call?
ghost?
buster?
Herd, ruff a Round The
Edges
Junk Yard Junk Male Junk Yard Dogs
Tight Chains Tight Neck Ties Tight Waste Coats
Enablers Entitled Blindly Turn Eyes
The Insincere Drunk People Pleasers
The Saccharine Flesh Fetish Fish
woof woof K9?
The Preacher The Boss Hog The Belle Tolled Seeker
Obedience of Olde Gold Diggers Wo Mans Fool Skool
who ya gunna call
out,
fingered fine, sharp pointed, ruff edges blame
shame,
So Shall The Media Creates Chaos?
Look @TheNumb Bers?
Look @TheLeavers
Look @Left Ova's
So many so many LCD's
of The Media Sponges
who came and sore and Conk Herd?
they lay down with 'doh and caught The Medea Fleas
homer simpson one track style
Jock Keys
Fleming Ton?
mount for a post rail run
galloping galoshes a narrow wet track run a
round Rich Hard Scary's Tiny Town
Baby
Absolute A hole Kids In Toe, Trotting, Trots,
a reel wet track slow going long grass an inside run
"Prince Entitled Artifice" starred wars Pony as The Favourite Pips
The Post
Butt
"Who IS Your Father, Luke?"
God Nose Who From Who Knows Who?
with a Swollen Hooter Like That
pour hoarse, un spoke ken,
"Jack Black", Stall Lion Mega Star!
Magic Miler!
It's a Rather Lean Shallow Jean Pool... hey what?
Ruff Edges even dee vine she art wreak ons?
The Looney Tunes and Missed Opportune
The Raced Track, One Crack, Inn The Nose Sack
chaffing feeding dropping nuggets
Quick Quick Hit It up Hooky Hickey Hooters GetOn@Dawn
Yum Yum Tum Tum Come Come Quick Quack
Mell Born Moon Cup Runneth Over
Fried Carnival Knowledge Sucks a Dagwood Dog on Ditzy Stix?
Sir Cuss Inn Town?
a Won Track One Der?
ersatz meat, a battered sav? Plato's Pups?
loser, it's off to the glue factory for you
Horse Meat Goes Down,
Swell!
The Racing Riders with
mustard sauce dripping,
fairy floss for play Popped Corns
Nah just another whining filly drunken slit says Hi To Cab, Savi?
The Taxi The Taxi meat her running fast back
SP BOOKY get bets on
rental room riding hi,
so,
red hot flirty floozy finger pointer blonde moment game shame a changer, a blamer?
long odds?
Yeah,
just who ARE you hoeing to call?
Ghost?
Buster?
Now your chick Kens HAVE cum home Two Roost?
The Pour Race Loser
two fine pees inn a pod
The Sir Cuss Cookies and Mon Stirs
Call Out The Rent All Bond Bored?
Call Out The Lay Lady Lay? What A Song!
Yes, Pretty Woman, Fist Passed The Post...
Who DID Shoot The Sherriff? (or did ewe just knock off his deputy...)
so, now, stuck, up, there, Self, inflicted, crisis, two, crisis?
two pees two-please ghosted buster
who ya gunna call?
girl?
(Call? Girl? Ghost? Bustier?)
there may be Money Inn That?
Stop Light The Light
as Car Ma, The Auto Mobile Side Walk Slinky,
Picking Up Loose & Sun Dry...
ghost
fingers, ghost points and blames and busts EVERY ONE else
The Ex The Bob a Job Even The Skool of Hard Knockers...
The Nanny State
The Cotton Wool
The Victim Moaners
Butt How Did Ewe End Up There?
The Lush Lost Inn Living Losers... No No No
patterns proceed Ex Act Lee as Planned
choices two lay and run from crisis two crisis
car Ma now catches up and lays down The Law,
depression knows misery (keeps come Pany with Cry Sis?)
anxious knows burns outs (a smelly Dough Nut as rear rubber worn out)
ugly knows lack of core character (butt he is a Beauty@Selling of coarse For A Fee)
a major pre dick a meant? of course of course of coarse
Hell Yes!
Fine frolic choices!
Fun & So Free!
so try hard to con troll buy capitalistic ex track shone?
The Invasive Invaders Invading Next Count Tree?
a rapacious pill aging? Via Vie Kings?
Hit n Run take take take as The Brutish British Land Ships
do whatever IT TAKES takes fakes to Sir Vive The Colon Eyes of Ham Stir Wheel?
Gormless Games of Terra Nullius Spaced Out Space Invaders?
The Brit Tish won That!
Cap and Cook Inn Bot and A Bay Beat The French La Perouse Kissing Their Game!
Long Row Boats?
Vie Kings as The Sun Never Sets On The Red Map Marked Brutish Empire?
God Save USA Bomb Russian Czar Invade & Ex Terminate Even Take Ova Fee Male Bodies?
so back to Normal Unconscious Programming;
The Idiot Google Goofy Box (Walt Diss Knee Knew Witch Weigh Woz Up!)
The White Noise of The Raid EO spot o fie... Cheap Trick? Wot a Band!
The TV Treats of Inter Nets on Screaming Screens as Drip Fed Doofus Buys Dregs N Dross
oh yes "Medea" such a Grate Tragic Play
The Agony & The Ex Stacy?
Now That Your Wild Oats Sown Seed In The Wind Dear Parent Progeny
ARE Indeed AI Robotic A holes,
space cadets junk auto mons digital dross?
No No Know this IS evo lution our deer wounded dears
We Are The Machine We Are Building
key strokes as The Mortar? zero ones as The Glue?
scripted for life stuck on short corded umbilical notes of baby bird beaks still bleating LP's@45
never left The Nest?
Never Learnt How To Fly?
Wings Clipped Buy Shit?
Pop a Pill, Butt Shore Lee There's An App For That!
It Is Called "Happy Hour" where pretension pretends we have garrulous, yet erudite, friends?
If you lose your shoe, (or worse!) Cinderella,
drunk again choosing any at Mid Knight,
Off Ya Tits Rollicking Rolling Routing Home
with whoever tickled and ticked all The Paid Maid Slot Machine Boxes.
So Sinny, She of The Gawd Mudda,
dressed up Pretty Perfect Princess
Looks Out For A Romping and Rolling Fine Ball,
an Uber Pump Kin dis app peers as The Clock Strikes 3 Blind Mice
THEN Dumb AF Prince Paucity with a mourning Shoe Fetish,
diss covers 3 ugly step sistas trying hard to Slip Won Toe Jammed Inn
and a fairy fraud mudda, waving wands and loose screws
a nutter ducker quacking to con tend with at home...
knock your Self UP Cinderella looking for More Many Good Time Fellas...
at a sleaze He ball, in a rental frock, time limited, speed dating, machine gun style... curfew cur few?
The Waltzing Rubber Band Stops, elasticated @Mid Knight
This Prince Lee Sum cums n goes quickly
BUT the Shower Scene Psycho Prince WILL hunt ewe down (Thanks Alfred Hitch Cocks...)
Inn The Smell of A Napalm Mourning Glory
try hard Prince Perp Pull Reign
trying ever so hard to get a ball roomed shoe to fit a tinea toe (that's just too far gone)
with corns and bunions and warts and unhealed sores as
"The Body Keeps The Score" hey Bessel Van Der Kolk?
yaddee yadda yadda fractured fairy tales,
meats somatic heeling reality (sic)
fer sure!
why yes, of course... Ab Surd!
No Shit Sherlock! Elementary My Dear, What's On?
as we learn to laugh freely at our own absurdity
(why so serious? life really IS a play, unless it is...knot...?)
One realizes, real eyes for deep beauty,
We Real Eyes for Our True Unadulterated Pure n Simple Whole Self,
Then we simply get on with Living and Laughing and Loving, Freely, NO Reasons!
no projections,
not unconscious,
not insecure,
nil conditioning,
not my way or the highway,
no eggshells,
not stuck up tight,
not people pleasing artificial saccharine sweet tries WAAAAY too hard to win,
at life,
instead
relaxed, at ease as you are, so real so secure,
an energy quiet confident, like thunder down there this rumble,
an energy contained, no leaks no rushing or gushing,
worldly
well read well travelled well spacious & gracious
expansive fully owning and at ease as you are,
wholly relaxed for No Thing Is Under Control,
so be not a minion,
so be not a Muppet,
be not an insecure limited life puppet
be not a waa waa one track noble eunuch
be knot tired by expectant servitude strings
be not of tight neck ties and waste coats of do as ewe are tolled...
make more profit,
For The Chief Executive Orificer DEMANDS IT NOW! How Super... Dooper... Stupar...
If We ARE 100% Honest,
No One Really Has Any Clue What Is Going On,
In This One Present Moment
If we are honest,
we can just be there, now,
simply listen & simply observe,
feel it all, The Intent The Invective The Grace and The Depth
then, choose what energy you may wisely respond to,
ignore the try hards, energetically,
ignore the insecure, energetically,
ignore the lost in living, energetically,
love them fer sure, EVEN more,
yes even Desperate Drunks and Lonely Drug Addicts and Lepers and Prostitutes
Gee Suss What A Healer He Was!
(fair dinkum, luv To Have A Beer with Jesus! Truest Story Eva!)
and THEN line up For Your Mother Theresa App...
or Boy Scout Badge...
or stamp of external validation pat on head, here have another crumb...
It is all Ok and we are (many NOT all) conditioned To Care and Care and Care
Giving More,
Until The Cutest Cows Come Home...
Then the servers and healers and fixer upper rers
and playing doctors and guru nurses
and carers and empaths and other assorted highly sensitive
ungrounded uncentred not yet knowing whole Self anxious
OCD ADHD CPTSD or other yet to Be alphabetically labeled stigmatized dogmatically categorized
and stamped "diagnosed" yet strongly patterned leaky people pleasers,
without assertive boundaries, so desperately need.
Beware The Wounded Chiron.
The Fakirs and Charlatans.
The Hard Selling Snake Oil Sales.
They Are Innocent of Any Siri Ass Crime
They Simply Come To Save Your Acerbic Hole
Re Selling YOU Your Own Free Birth Rite,
selling YOU your whole...
with a leetle help from their friends
all with Ben E Fits!
so larf more, please, It is all Ok so do as ewe please
No Healers So Up Tight...
No Hard Sales So Insecure...
No Lost In Living So Depressive Controlling and
No Waaa Waaa Leaky Energy White Noise Projecting...
Know It's So Infectiously Wrong?
Right? #DYOR
Beware The Wounded Chiron...
They Are Demo Cratically Everywhere. AND even THAT's Ok
Energy Vampires Trying Ever So Hard To Suck You In & Lighten Your Lode, frontally....
and via The Pursed Lip Wallets...
So Shall Media BS Master Cards, Instant Grams, Fast Food, Fake Books, Drive Threw, Tik Tok More Mons Taking Tithing, What's App? No Missed Takes... AND even all of THAT is OK!
for Even The Whole Uni Verse MUST include all These Less Ons For Ewe Two Learn
Nothing Is Ex
Cluded, How could It Be?
beware The Hard Sales Keep Up Quick In Blind Comparison, It is Ok of course,
A Consumptive Super Marketing Capitalistic Colonized Invasive Illness. It is Ok, of course.
Are We There Yet? Spend A Penny, Quick, Don't Think, Do IT Now Now Now,
jump The Next Pony Outa Town, exit, stage Write...?
Quick Draw McGraw as lines of speed are of The Essence,
coke, cane, line that UP The Nose as well, snort, snort, swell, iced, weed, check out and pay,
ka ching, schizophrenic split right down the middle, two timing for free, OK
absent, try hards, escaping reality, addled, fractured chaos drama and distress speed dial, Ok
no rest for the wicked no idea of who they are so far out in front of Them Self they can't even feel The Basics or Smell The Roses Or Feel The Rain or See The Obvious Right There At The Tip of Their Very Large Intellectual Knows... (all also OK & included IN MY Uni Verse)
speed dial stressed always on,
speed try hard always connected,
speed speed fast fast cars and fast food and shallow mechanical bull of 8 second sex always
Go Dog Go! always busy busy busy stressed worried fast paced yelling telling selling
insecure fractured dis integrated projecting overwhelming egos
never listening never responding always reacting far from whole
far from home far from knowing just WHO TF they really are... (Yes, you GOT it right BABY< this is all OK!)
for at their most essential unadulterated total whole core...
once The Koshas are peeled and The Essence Revealed!
mostly dealing, Jesus knew THAT!
mostly dealing with sharps and addicts pushing dis integrated control agendas, he went to that!
and that's just the lost in living lost disconnected from Self, Know Eye Deer... Jesus thrived IN THAT!
still running around town for it is all universally Ok
trying hard to people please
and heal and deal and serve and earn validation for a constant leaky buckets of insecurity
bouncing from crisis to crisis manipulating disguised as "man e festing" for if you call it in,
that's yet another void, another leak, another place that is needy and needs filling from not enoughness.
and YEP, totally fine and divine IN MY UNI VERSE!
Whole people, whole vessels, whole deep wide flowing secure channels of whole SELF
The Jets ARE approaching, maybe coasting, butt coming In For a Landing
once The Runway is Clear, Once The Runway Is Lit, Once The Runway is Receptive To BIG Jets!
Jets of The Universe, Comets DO NOT Manifest.
They have NO neediness to CALL IN any thing more at all.
The Comets ARE already whole.
Comets Pay a visit, deposit a light, see ya later alligator in another Mill Yonder Years!
Knowing and contained wholly in Universal Self.
Comets Already flying high, already complete,
Comets Conglomerated Already holy integrated,
Already comet confident and secure in that they have NO NEED to call in anything.
Comets simply pay attention, be open and aware to all The Signs that are all ready there.
Already there, already The Comet Flow which they already are, not IN the flow, they ARE the flow.
Comets Come Hard and Fast or slow and glow and blow BUTT all ways From Love NOT for love.
For love IS still manifestly needy,
For love is still seeking hard,
For love is still looking looking looking everywhere for someone, anyone,
out there to fill the external leaky fucket bucket.
For Love.
so F irst L ove Y ourself (F.L.Y. high...)
Some people will settle for slops and second rate routes (all for love, of coarse... ouch)
and take take take whatever they can get,
so they manifest
for love (or call it "love"), when it's really just a lack of self love as They Fuck Another Body!
so seek hard a pacifying pain killer
seek suck a by pass dummy comfort
or play kiss chasey and seeking hard searching hard desperately choose
maybe an avoidance of loneliness? That's Ok
maybe they want a simple sex on tap to tap whenever convenience calls in The F Troop Buddy That's Ok Too,
maybe like a love that fills a lack of self love like a leaky hole. You GOT IT BABeee@Dat's Ok
All For Love. To Fill The Void To Fill The Cup To Fill The Cracks, that's pretty come on!
All From a Self Love Deficit with myriad reasons attached.
And absolutely OF COURSE, all of THOSE reasons are perfectly ok!
we are beings, human, and once we expand our Universal Horizons,
NO ONE OR NO CHOICE is excluded.
Just ask Mother T or Nelson or Ghandi or of course My Best Mate Gee Suss!
Those cool dudes and gorgeous grounded humble dudettes had their shift sorted!
selling up a storm of warm and wonder and come hear NOW!
To do anything "For love" comes from a void, a deficit, a big hole still waiting to be filled,
and dat is God Damned Most Of Us... still...
buy whatever we can get, for love maybe desperate, dats Ok
for love needy, for love clingy, for love controlling, all Ok
security, seedy, addicted to sad sack whinging stories, their own, crisis to cry sis.. even dat's OK!
because We May Not Yet know The Own True Wholly Grounded Self,
(butt you WILL when The Life Crisis Merry Go Around gets too exclusive & sickening...)
so the "for love" crowd repeatedly manifest a half life and Call It Living... for NOW,
luv ewe long time uni verse inn verse long way to go Baby (and "That's Ok Baby" sang even Elf Fish)
All For Love until something better comes along
and tickles an insatiable leaky fancy, fer come fort and fer crisis sake! (Yep PERFECTLY OK!)
So they trade in that Bush Pony, Merry Go Round!
Trade Inn That Sir Cuss Carnival Ride,
Trade Inn That Ring Master Bashing Blindly Dodgem Car of
Trade Inn That Dank Rank Shallow Love Tunnel Re Routing wholly FUN!
Swap Out a Snorting Coney Island and manifest an upgrade, check in the lug age!
from economy to premium economy, to business class to first class to pile lots inn the cockpit...
and then right through the front windscreen out into the wild blue yonder... sans para chute...
free fall, no para chute, no flapping attachments, no safety net, no coming back,
wholly alive free falling and finally trusting their true self that they can at last grow wings and F.L.Y. (First Love You!) and baby Ima hear To Tell Ya, even THAT"S OK!
So once YOU can F.L.Y. so low, glide with ease and laugh MY ASS off with solo man grace,
so once you are secure in Your Whole Total Absolute Self, cracks, everywhere of course, OK?
so once you are not manifesting FOR love, then you simply come FROM love, INN BUCKETS! OK?
from enough, from divine wholeness,
no longer leaking, coming from love NOT for love. and KNOT taking MY SELF SIRI ASSLEY at all.
(unless, it is, of course... then we wait a while, "Too Early" as The Best Comedians Know!)
That FLY is freedom, that FLY is sovereignty, that FLY is repair, that FLY is Being, human.
FLY done up (TFFT)
FLY Full gown ass,
FLY pure n simple,
FLY unadulterated,
FLY on no one else's terms & conditions
FLY fully first class *YOUR OWN * completely unattached, BUTT fully connected,
connected as and in The UNIVERSE!
Connected To The SOURCE
Connected to The BIG G Spot (Oh God Oh God I Think I'm Coming Home! now you know why it's called The G Spot! Ok God, of course it is!)
Connected To The Consciousness
Connected To The One!
Connected The Chief Executive Orificer Of YOUR BEAUTIFUL SELF!
(Gotta Luv A CEO! Pretty HOT for a white FLY gurl!)
So simple,
1) so simply know who YOU are,
2) know what you DON'T want
(I don't want needy dumb fucks, one dimensional narrow minded small town red neck hicks and hoes and FOR love anxious floozies with a hole lotta ex baggage still attached, no, we don't touch that shit... butt sum may, and THAT'S OK!)
3) know what you deserve (wholeness NOT perfection) and then simply...
4) DO NOT SETTLE FOR LESS!
Plus, of course,
Discerning Gentle and Kind Peace Full Boundaries baby,
DO NOT leave home without them!
Love all more BUT Beware of the "all FOR love" all for anything wounded Chiron healers.
Discernment maybe still lacking... for love will do that.
Attempting to tell you or sell you their all "for love" secret book story,
in fact they may even sign you up and try hard to sell you your own self, THAT HITS HARD
and hard is just hard, like a cutting shard diamond, all dazzling hard coal and cold and lifeless.
hahahha
maybe,
just maybe they may even buy manifesting for love as Their Naval Fleet Invades To Colon Eyes..
How Dare Those Brutish British Taking Over The Seven Seize... and invading and Killing all The FLYs
and then they bash you or shoot you or yell at you and chain you and stretch you and violate you like so many exploitative invaders do!
Don't Fall For That Cunning Mastered Invasive Sails Pitch, Hey Cap E Tain Cooky!
So come smoke oH with The Big Misaligned Peace Pipe
The White Big Kahuna Invasive Colonized Appropriated Poser Pose, all for love,
butt forgive Them Lord, They Knew Knot What They Do...
Mind Ewe They'll Namaste TF outa you as well... and may be an A Men,
So Come On Happy Clappers, Give Me A "A Men"! All Together NOW! Amen!
Sing suppers when the 10% tithe plate comes around, again!
Jesus saves, BUT Moses Invests @10%. Maybe That's WHY they nailed him...?
But sing hallelujah (Srsly THE MOST beauty filled song)
so take that Congregated Crowded Bible Imbibing Mudda duckers... sing for your Supp Her!
quack quack AND don't cum back!
Beware The Wounded Chiron Gee Suss Business Model of SOS One Track Invest My Super For An Unknown Future Redemption! Moses, where are you now!
Good Heavens,
How anxiety inducing do ya wanna Be...?
Look what One NDIS Business Group Called Church Did To Their Hard Woking CEO Many Eons Ago. Jesus FFS.
the Last Supper Business Buoys well and truly nailed Hymn To The Cross, what a weigh to get sacked...
Gee Suss, you deserved to go out with a Bang, not a whimper. Come back and have a beer, anytime!
(we do, anyway... shhhsssh don't tell The Bar Made...)
Those Good Ole Boys as Cattle Ticks,
Just Roaming A Round buying all The Best High on The Hill Real Estate,
collection depots for Sun Day congregating, Hail Mary, Our Father, con verts, dog mas,
preachers for love, biblical proportions, of course. BUTT no FLY, as Business Was To Keep You Anxious for a far off once upon a time Fanta sea if you play buy our rules and do as you are tolled we may promise you a fancy full land... WON DAY post redemption and Tithes, Of Course! How heavenly does That air b n b sound!
Of course these nun FLYers (except Sally Field, and Maria Sound of Music, of course)
were Often found High On A Hill With a Lonely GOAT Herd or other wise congregated in crowded places, like super markets and slopping centres, saying Their Grate Consumerism Prayers and Two Tithing. Sun Day, Hard! Of coarse...
From Love lovers have unearthed and weeded their own gardens
and fertilized and grown crops and tilled the soil and know Their Home Ground Foundationally
and then they MAY choose to uproot Even Ever More Subtle Unconscious Stories
as the crops continue to get sweeter and juicier and shared in abundance.
They are The Real Hi FLYers!
They choose to work to dig out the deeper weeds that May Still Cling On Hard,
suffocating and Needy with deep tapped roots, and YEP they are all included, no exclusions in MY universe, just discernment as to witch weeds to pull or thistles and thorns to avoid.
Once enough yummy weeds are extracted and any baggage is safely, minimally, carefully put where it needs to Be,
then you might be getting ready for Lift Off. Ready TO FLY!
To start living, FLY free, unadulterated. No strings attached. Laughing YOUR ASS OFF as Jesus did when he traded Inn His Donk Key after THAT ONE wild immaculate conception. Bet Mary didn't see that WON coming, or so The Story Goes!
Blind Magical Tadpoles gotta lot of explaining To Do. One day...
IVF programs worldwide are waiting for you to spill The Jesus Beans.
So Now, right now, Being Weed and Dreg Free and no longer lost in living,
CEO may get rolling and HIT you Up!
flapping wings with loose lovely beaks and dropping possibly unconscious shit all over unsuspecting cars just minding their own business, OK, Yep, absolutely!
being them self, happily staying in their lanes, cruising along enjoying the Hasta La Vista, Baby!
yep all OK Arnold S, as we know YOU'LL Be baarck... OK FLY NOW, birdy
So
Be That High Soaring FLY Solo Eagle With An Expansive View,
High and Divine and Razor Sharp Eyes.
Like The CEO luv bug, the selling sail called LONG COVID
Also
Be That Pigeon of Promise, FLY for a close to The Ground Awesome Birdy!
pecking crumbs in the crowd, having fun, possibly shitting on The Old Men Stuck In Granite,
The Old Skool Rock Solid Rule The Roost Statues, insecure, force, full of shit. NOT FLYing anywhere.
FLY first class, all ass, as a state of your own presence, open, flowing, calm, abiding, stiletto sharp as needed, take no shit, a genteel social tennis game balls kept in motion, fun, not trying to ace,
the blame game car ma eventually crisis cruisers Two A Halt
the shit lands where it drops and no more FLY, but still OK, in the WHOLE universe of course!
FLY of The Obvious Incubator
The Beauty Filled CEO squaw King and Squeeze King and Being a Divine Ms M Queen
(Thanks Bette Midler, The Rose, The Divine Ms M!)
So FLY with Yo Self.
because, srsly, some of you Mudda Duckers Make This Love Shift
so God Damned Hard
and yep, even THAT, Being Hard, is more than OK!
I'm not in the habit of repeating My True Self.
No need for try hard sales, hear?
I simply show through patterns (and choices and priorities and actions) of who I Am!
Core values;
INTEGRITY ~ AUTHENTICITY ~ KINDNESS
matter more to me than you probably will ever Be Able To graciously realize.
Now or ever... let's see...
Thank You CEO for Learning and being so well qualified, and so authentic (with sincere kindness!)
to FLY, so well.
