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convinced that somehow, somewhere, the world is being run on green. the first and most obvious green: money, sure, but it goes deeper than that. i'm talking all sorts of greens.
uranium,
pot,
popeye's magical spinach...
epstein somewhere on his verdant, luscious island was enjoying all these greens and more. "green eggs and ham". where do you think seuss got this from? why do you think he's being cancelled? i'm telling you, he was part of something big. something bigger than all of us. down here, down in the lower spheres, They
have us running on whites. all sorts of potent powders, identity politics, pages of history now left blank, delusions of purity, atomic bomb blasts, it's all so white, stark, naked for the masses, such that everyone is content with that clarity and simplicity, no one has to hurt too much thinking about it. take your white aspirins and forget all that headache-inducing nonsense. those few who do trudge on past the pale white visages of fear and "turn back now"-s end up in this abstract world of colors where they'll never really hone in on that life-giving green, the green of vitality, of power, of control, reserved for Those
who run it all. we can only hope that green too, is rot, is bacterial infection, is puke green, will eventually mean demise for Them
... as we live, dead from the cradle, on synthetic whites. They
're keeping all the green from you. go to your local government buildings, and demand They
return the green to you.
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