THE HARD NOTE

DEAR GOD. THO UR CREATION OF THE PLANET EARTH DAMN NEAR DEFINES BIBLICAL, THE HUMAN WORLD IS ALL BULLSHIT AND THERE IS NOTHING BEAUTIFUL ABOUT IT. ITS CLEAR TO EVERYONE, THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG, GOOD AND BAD,YET MOST LIVE THEIR LIVES AND ACTIONS LIKE THEY DO NOT CARE ONE BIT AND IT MAKES ME SICK. AT THIS POINT IN TIME IT IS IN FACT EVERYONE JUST LOOK OUT FOR THEIR OWN FUCKING SELF, DON'T REPAY A GREATER POWER NO MATTER WHAT THAT GREATER POWER HAS DONE TO HELP, TAKE ALL ONE CAN AND DO ALL ONE CAN TO TRASH EVERYTHING THE POWER STANDS FOR IN ORDER TO GET AHEAD, AND FOR WHAT. FOR THEIR OWN HUMANLY SUCCESS. THEIR HUMAN BODIES, SQUEEZED FOR FECES AND SEMEN EVERY DAY THEY ARE ALIVE, SO FRAGILE, COULD HAVE LIFE TAKEN BY YOU AT ANY GIVEN TIME AS EASY AS A DISGRUNTLED THOUGHT OF THY NEIGHBOR IN DRAMA. I HATE THE WORD "DRAMA". I HATE THE WORD "HUMAN".  MORE LIKE, "HUMAN SPECIMAN".  IF AN ALIEN WERE TO FLY PAST THE EARTH, IT WOULD SEE THE CITIES NEAR THE COASTS AND STREETS AND WONDER WHAT THIS DIRTY, SQUARE ASS LOOKING FUNGUS IS DOING GROWING ON AND FARTING UP THIS BEAUTIFUL PLANET.

YOU, GOD, ARE THE ONLY ONE THAT KNOWS THIS ANSWER, WHATEVER YOUR INTENTIONS ARE FOR YOUR SINFUL CREATIONS I CAN ONLY RESPECT THAT ONCE I BECOME PURE ENERGY YOU WILL FILL ME IN ON THIS GALACTIC, UNIVERSE OF ALL UNIVERSES OF A SECRET. UNTIL THEN, I REFUSE TO TURN ON THE TELEVISION. I DON'T NEED THE NEWS TO TELL ME HOW THE WORLD IS DOING, I CAN FEEL IT THROUGH YOU, AND BECAUSE OF THIS CONNECTION I FIND MYSELF DISCONNECTED WITH THE SOCIAL SOCIETIES OF MANKIND AND HUMAN BEHAVIOUR. NO ONE LIVING WILL UNDERSTAND AND ITS NOT AT ALL LIKE I EXPECT THEM EVER TO GET IT IN THE LEAST BIT, NOR AM I GOING TO PUT ANY EFFORT INTO TRYING.  

 ARMED ONLY WITH SOUND LIMIT DEFYING INSTRUMENTS OF CORRECTION AND ENHANCEMENT, I AM GOSPELLY GUIDED NATURAL TECHNOLOGY AND A MILITARY MINDED ANCESTRIAL WEAPON OF A HIGHER POWER. THE SKY IS A LOT LOWER IN MY WORLD. MY TITLE IS SENTINEL HURT-STAR SNIPER TRAINED IN THE WAYS OF HIGHER MANIPULATION, MY SKILLS INCLUDE THE INCREDIBLE ABILITY TO HANDLE STRESS AND KEEP CALM IN AN ALIEN OFFENSIVE SITUATION, GO MY WHOLE ADULT LIFE WITHOUT EATING FOOD, BREAK A HUMAN LOVECYCLE INTO MICROSCOPIC PIECES WITH MY BARE HANDS AND IN THE CASE OF AN EMERGENCY I CAN FOCUS A PATH OF SAFETY THRU CELESTIAL ALIEN DANGER USING ONLY MY HEIGHTENED MIND IN ORDER TO GUIDE THE PLANET TO SAFETY. BECAUSE UNCANNILY LARGER THREATS EXIST, MY MOTHER AND HER PARENTS HAVE PROVIDED ME THE TOOLS TO HARNESS SAID ENERGY INTO A BEAM INTIMIDATING ENOUGH TO RIVAL ANY OUTERWORLD PROBLEMATIC THREATENING OBSTACLE THAT MAY DEVELOP IN THE FAR REACHES OF SPACE. NO ONE KNOWS THE DANGERS OUT THERE. NO ONE UNDERSTANDS THAT THERE ARE GREAT FORCES TRYING TO TAKE A BITE OUT OF THE EARTH THOUSANDS OF TIMES PER DAY JUST TO WAKE EVERYONE THE FUCK UP AND SEE THE LAB THEY ARE IN AT ALL TIMES, HAVE BEEN SINCE THE FIRST DAY THEY CAN RECALL BUT NO ONE CAN RECALL THE TRUTH OF THEIR VERY EXISTENCE. 

THE ART OF USING MATHEMATICAL CONCEPTS OF RADIO ATOMIC CAPACITY TO SMASH ENEMY PLANETS INTO ONE ANOTHER IN ORDER TO SOLIDIFY THE HUMAN SPECIMENS ABILITY TO FIGHT THEMSELVES AND EJACULATE EACHOTHER CAN MAKE ONE NOT GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT WHAT IS GOING ON DOWNTOWN MINNEAPOLIS, IF I STOP FOR A SECOND THEY'D ALL FACE A HELL THEIR VERY SPIRITS COMBINED COULDN'T AFFORD TO WITNESS SO FUCK ANY ISSUES THEY MAY THINK THEY HAVE WITH SOFT DRINK SIZES AND THE FEDERAL BANK. I WILL LIVE, AND I AM THE ONLY ONE THIS ALIVE. AMEN.

In every direction dimensionally I'm a mental defective turned bad ass. I not only see into other planes of reality, but I travel through them on a regular basis. I see who people are on all levels before I form any sort of judgement, always positive, and I hold my friends close and don't have enemies 

Dear God, I'm still here on this planet earth. Although I'm offended as shit by this point, I'm doing just as You have led me to do. 

They think the bars downtown get crazy with testosterone induced drunks? Well how about the demented antics of large rocks in space, traveling in packs with such speed that they can't possibly be stopped? 

Satanic cult holy bolt-cutter alien magnet transmitting telekinetic anti-phobia membrane packed memory cell awkward conversation formed awesomeness in the sense sucking soul life from the human specimens cranial and upper middle abdominal activity to hijack spirit energy balled into the core of this very universe only to collide it with the act of possible time lag colossal mind fever, burning human sweat like crude oil electrocuted to form a barrier in the shape of a tunnel aimed dead center down a black hole so the VCR of evolution and science can rewind itself 4th dimension-style, non linear-ly to the people around me but I know fucking better than they do what the course of this life force is headed to. It's because of they're own damn fault they are trapped in this synagogue of unbeknownst pain we are attempting to save them from, yet no one can tell what the true events happening really are. 

Life making breath taker sent up to meet the maker with a message in a whiskey bottle drunk by a drunk little more wept keeping torn shadows blast blasphemy riddle in the demons layer forfeited souls blackened and burned by the tide chemically collided with the sun, the largest star in the solar system but small to what is still out there until another one rips thru dimensions tearing this life we call our home in half, boys will be girls, girls will be boys, parents become their kids kids and the essence of true family is proven to stay strong after such a celestial attack from aliens, angels, another work of government, or simply a young genius mind gone suicidal sitting down to wish death upon the planet so hard from the padded cell when last time all that was granted was hurricane Katrina. It's all over the news. Nukes make me laugh. I will never travel to Norway because my job is here in this room to control space. Any threatening obstacle that comes near has to get passed my barrier stronghold of calculitic beams and trigonometric halos of dark power in order to do any damage whatsoever, and as long as I am alive this will never happen any more than it already does, and only because I fucking  let it. Let the humans think extra terrestrial energy does not exist. Let them piss away time with bullshit social activities and mindless dronatic clusterfucks they call lives. Because their specimen minds are not capable of handling the reality of what's really going on, I am here to protect them. Amen. 

Hurt Note Set lyrics

In every direction dimensionally I'm a mental defective turned bad ass. I not only see into other planes of reality, but I travel through them on a regular basis. I see who people are on all levels before I form any sort of judgement, always positive, and I hold my friends close and don't have enemies 

Dear God, I'm still here on this planet earth. Although I'm offended as shit by this point, I'm doing just as You have led me to do. 

They think the bars downtown get crazy with testosterone induced drunks? Well how about the demented antics of large rocks in space, traveling in packs with such speed that they can't possibly be stopped? 

Satanic cult holy bolt-cutter alien magnet transmitting telekinetic anti-phobia membrane packed memory cell awkward conversation formed awesomeness in the sense sucking soul life from the human specimens cranial and upper middle abdominal activity to hijack spirit energy balled into the core of this very universe only to collide it with the act of possible time lag colossal mind fever, burning human sweat like crude oil electrocuted to form a barrier in the shape of a tunnel aimed dead center down a black hole so the VCR of evolution and science can rewind itself 4th dimension-style, non linear-ly to the people around me but I know fucking better than they do what the course of this life force is headed to. It's because of they're own damn fault they are trapped in this synagogue of unbeknownst pain we are attempting to save them from, yet no one can tell what the true events happening really are. 

Life making breath taker sent up to meet the maker with a message in a whiskey bottle drunk by a drunk little more wept keeping torn shadows blast blasphemy riddle in the demons layer forfeited souls blackened and burned by the tide chemically collided with the sun, the largest star in the solar system but small to what is still out there until another one rips thru dimensions tearing this life we call our home in half, boys will be girls, girls will be boys, parents become their kids kids and the essence of true family is proven to stay strong after such a celestial attack from aliens, angels, another work of government, or simply a young genius mind gone suicidal sitting down to wish death upon the planet so hard from the padded cell when last time all that was granted was hurricane Katrina. It's all over the news. Nukes make me laugh. I will never travel to Norway because my job is here in this room to control space. Any threatening obstacle that comes near has to get passed my barrier stronghold of calculitic beams and trigonometric halos of dark power in order to do any damage whatsoever, and as long as I am alive this will never happen any more than it already does, and only because I fucking let it. Let the humans think extra terrestrial energy does not exist. Let them piss away time with bullshit social activities and mindless dronatic clusterfucks they call lives. Because their specimen minds are not capable of handling the reality of what's really going on, I am here to protect them. Amen. 

Part Three:

It's so difficult to do something completely innovative and original in this day and age.

Dear god. Let every dimension ride out in climactic excellence and foreign abbreviation, give thanks for this thanksgiving I wouldn't be caught dead in the humble-less boozing holes of the land I started high school in 8 million times a fold told folklore spent timeless mind grinding hospital malnutritionistic manipulative man-Hell upon grieve sleezy hand broken grab-ass of time begone absent let alone the anger and frustration fuel land dormant signal to space, dream yet another quest quease out the consequences the sprinkler raining down rotting molten blood taken over by extra holy alien government mind taker earth quakingly shaken pattern path hasn't been around since the invention of these machines 300 years ago deeming earth so small it just another planet that time forgot. The Egyptians didn't look at their situation and slack due to the lack of iPhone, they built the fucking pyramids with their minds most of all. And taking that knowledge of self to the extreme leads me to the current time to make a decision. It's stick around to help let the specimens sip frobscottle or maybe I'll spend the next 392 thousand years walking a rope bridge half a parsec to the hammock that lies dead center of the  barrel of one of the most majestically uncanny weapons the higher power has ever witnessed in the history of time and time infinitely. Hang the flags of the world at half mass before they disintegrate to the ground in toxic vapor for when it fires I will be the first specimen myself to get blasted into such nothing of an oblivion time will not possess the ability to follow the energy now contained in my vessel. Such a firearm would suck power from every civilization semi-universally close by just to fire one time, only used sparingly as to not put salamander baby specimens into life-long after life-long great depressions so poor for so much time it re-writes the only history they remember, making a whole small section of life in existence devastatingly down-tempo to die walking hand in hand with others filling infinite planets with suburban looking cities that never see any sort of sunlight whatsoever, so those born with the gift of mind-strength and mental endurance they get pulled away from their parental units at adolescence to start training in the ways of astronomical biology science know-how even with minimal technology and no pigment at all in any of their skin from the seemingly eternal darkness they spend the rest of their life in a lab, fighting and finding and finding and fighting their way to a solution to a problem they know not of even its existence nor can they fathom the righteous greatness of the solution. 

think its crazy to recall almost any event in ur life; well how about flesh cells mechanically hardening to the point where you remember everything the energy of your atomic makeup does? Blacking out is only acceptable when out of heightened stream of consciousness, not when from lack of sobriety. Stars fall, planets crack, humans fail the test and black holes just plain suck the fucking time constraint out of polar think ways in such a big gap of space that when the being crawls out of it eyes never ever even existed to witness it. Take a load off of a busy prison sentence schedule of the mind and buff those chickens til they bawl ripe with the rooster, for it is this 11th day, they will die by the sword. Amen.

Part Four:

If everyone in existence became famous, all Hell would break loose.

Dear God. Although time continues to happen folded over in layers deep still constrained in human bs riddles taken hand over hand and fist over tiny fist the race continues to slap hate wrecked in fate less behold someone were to come along and kill the cows that hold timeless activity down let alone the drones that keep people from thinking out loud written in the blood stone of a bliss taken hold of conscious feelings grasped hit men make hits in the lab of God... Weak children thinking they're tough ride around in red and blue wagons with contraband of what their interpretation of sinful shit consists of, and when it all boils down to push coming to shove the shovels come out, kids get spanked in the face with reality and if anyone denies this is happening then they get the bull with the horns in one foul shoot ride up the wreck of their soul take down lack pool crapshoot nap taking lap filled with stool specimen like hell craft boat ride when all dogs go to heaven presents painful memories memo'd to douchebags working inthe corporate world imagining life in post production is real but the bios can fucking choke a donkey to its born day decided to go riding on the greenway jogging in conversation I walk my dog ad overhear something so fucking stupid I can't help but bust out laughing making complete awkward somewhat inkling of potential conversation turn awesome inthe sense that the upper middle cranial activity just blasted its way through the mother of black holes mastered less than a flick patterned out go ahead and give me a gimmick or a fuck of a hard time, fuck you, take your passed life atomic lame ass craziness pulled out of a car and beaten to a pulp frictionless fragment imagined by some mono monk locked deep in a Tibetan cave learning levitation activity activated pull porker stuffing insanity out the bridges malfunctioning beautifully point of exhaustion evolved around stupid ass kids having bike wars let alone the kind adults have with bullshit cold wars leading to heat pulled gravitational acceptance land of the forefathers hath grapple down the takes corn rowed into a ball of beams scroll down to the core of every direction combined, heck. Gravity couldn't pull close two infected dry humps of an occasion that lacks circular vains tampered with to make bombs blow a sink up with puke and let out a tiny cry of embarrassment before the last sound ever made gets lost down the shithole of oblivious bliss. Obviously shit can't happen without chugging down energy coming from a ways down the ladder filed heavily storefront crashed in the display case by a white van like a fucking baseball bat, WHAM crack the bloodlines Jesus left as code to follow rallying biblical adventures called bullshit by children wearing fake paper horns yet sharp at the point like terminators butthole, rips can't machanicalize proprietary gratitude sucking cathedor like a straw through blood mud killed a heartbeat lust makes beat with the best feeling the earthly world finds capable of, dream a little dream for the old beast of peace made to stone statute never saluted by anyone capable of making sense of the situation. If beat bumps like jumps table less homeful men living in a cardboard box by the hated ocean full of sea donkeys, then craniums cracked full of semen blister out to compression tactics that make all the bitches swallow the bile liquid whether man, women, child or bathroom living catapistle, nothing is more beautiful than a 10,000 year old being living on a planet alone its whole life with no mirrors finally seeing its fucking face for the first time. Now THATs fucking beauty, 8 millions of grab ass days filled with darkness after the mines go off in the center of the earth's core that demons had gone back in time to plant before earth even existed making able to put in such a place, blow 8 grand on tampons used the fuck out of a parking ramp playing tongue fondle cut out while cast the right eye when looking into a women's eye thinking sinful ass thinker paths full of bad intention even if the weight steams off in the grinder a kiss to the soul lost in darkness awaits...