OFF THE LIMOUSINE 22
... NJ/NYC ... NIKE ...
DAY10
Generalizing creates the greatest potential for error. Especially when you avoid answering simple questions at the beginning. Who is the America?What’s in America’s interest? Does the current US administration meet these criteria? Do ‘transnational’, ethnically managed corporations that are supposedly American even operate within the sphere of the so-called interests of America / as a multinational state? After all, it is absurd to lump / confusing everything (corrupted) together, embellish it with evil, disease-causing/inflammatory civil war internal politics, and put this mutated Chimera on the scales with some artificially created entity-state in name i.e., trying to use the same archaic two-dimensional terminology / basic political theory/description abstracted from the patho-oligarchy and ethnicity of capital as a cementing element, to argue which state/’country’ is dependent on which. The eschato~paradox of establishing oxymorons complexes. BABEL/YON OF NONSENSES’ TRAP.
BAGYMAN BABYLON
Times they are changing. If some terms/names don’t exist anymore in its primal / first / expected unchanging state of influence, WHO wants them to look still working. Old tissue covering new growths, which must hold up the old structure, suggesting that it is self-sufficient. Such is primal deception. At the base of true/fake act, capital control the (fake) state power, the rest is theatre. The Q in order is always how (major) banks predict chain reaction before worrying/fearing OF/BY their ‘food’ chain. The second Q is who does believe in radiating ethnicity and on which level of the game / how long does it have to work. What if it’s true. Double/triple cross attitude/vision/setup. Possible? Yes Or No!?!
What is the value of navigating Babylon if you don’t belong there? What’s the point of encouraging people to stay there when those who belong there couldn’t care less? This Jew, for example, just went in the frame, when I was making the WTC photo. I’ve never disturbed anyone in sucha primitive manner. Maybe it’s finally the time to start doing it.
Everywhere you can project / program so-called normal life with all needed gadgets. The same data incepted for a ‘perfect’ date. Doesn’t matter the real quality of the date, the data how gadgets work in return is most important. In fact this is the relationships of gadgets. What is the date for, if you can not (really) see (real) him, girl. What if you never will. Babylon Alchemy.
DAY11
Ana talked about how amazing Mexico is, especially the capital. The ‘most beautiful, entertaining, with a great original atmosphere, music’, etc., etc. That she could move there permanently. I asked, “why hasn’t she moved yet?” That was the Q. I went out onto the porch in the evening, and there was Ezekiel from Puerto Rico, smoking cigarettes. Ezekiel was a stonemason and came here to work. His best neighbors were Poles. After a while of silence, out of the blue: “This country is vicious, this city even more”. “Why” I asked. “If you don’t work, you die”. I asked him what his tattoos meant. He replied, “They are my gods.” I asked, “How are they different from the one god known the most” He replied, “They are the gods of my ancestors.” Apart from that one sentence, he couldn’t say anything else about it. Leeloo from France joined us, a nice white blond white girl who, after a while, announced that she is lying. Well, time to go on.
JERSEY CITY NJ
The heart was beating faster and faster. Something wanted be awaken again. Samhaw I feel there won’t be no rescue this time. A maze of heated blood seeking an outlet. Found Polish church but it was closed. I rang to the funeral home, as a part of this property, but turned out the owner wasn’t Polish. He called a woman in Poland to talk with but turned out there wasn’t any Polish network here. Strange, considered immigrants numbers. Maybe I’m not Polish anymore. Just bloody white-red habits/attitude remained. Definitely some chains are ending. So many years. F_King Hell.
DAY12
For the prize of walking becoming increasingly difficult, everything is becoming more clearer, more predictable. The last and strongest poison, against which the body and soul must prepare its defense, antibodies. Maybe it’s finally the time to say it: Throughout my entire life, I never shared the difficulties of my life/journey, collecting the data, with anyone. If someone saw them or guessed, well… good for them. Always believed that the strongest must take responsibility for weaker, for others. That’s also the only true reason of/for providing intelligence. Sometimes told my mother something, so that she could understand me better. I’m starting to feel that the photos/objects are becoming similar to each other. If I can’t find what I’m looking for, what’s the point of it all, what does it really mean. Who is in prison, who is in hell. Who / what needs to be released. What / who needs to be locked.
JERSEY CITY NJ
Wars Propaganda / Justification For Wiping Out. How much damage can one famous brainwash/ed/ing (screen)writer cause? And what if he was in the SServices? Society is so stupid that it cheers if it’s true. And the worst version is if he believes in the so-called interests of the country, which long ago lost its sovereignty and is now represented by ugly pigs at the trough. Grunt, writer, grunt. After all, the useful idiot is not bothered by his existence. So… you can’t take stupid bond Barbie Bond seriously. If it’s not the mafia he’s fighting with, but some anarchist in a corrupt system, you root for him, yes or no? What about s.c. serious movies. Prophetic as hell in reverse version / setup. Stripped of grotesque satanic/war propaganda, awaiting the awakening of righteous fulfillment / God’s Satisfaction. Yes Or No!?!
Saw_A Dragon. A normal person cannot see it. What could a dragon be compared to, with its interesting, unique organic structure mechanism? First, what is the nature of FIRE. Born again and again. Have you ever felt/saw someone’s dark side? As a potential or even already as a mechanism of/in acting. And have you ever felt this dark side is passing on to you, that you samhaw are absorbing it. Becoming it, on many levels/senses/needs etc. It’s a challenge, yes, and you have to find a place for it within yourself and overcome it, if you can. If you do that, you can operate it in a way that doesn’t hurt yourself or the other person. But obviously you could. It’s a very strong power. As if you know almost everything about that person. Then, you can…
BROOKLYN NYC
One of my favorite poems in my youth was Edward Stachura’s “Nie brookliński most” (“Not the Brooklyn Bridge”), especially in its sung version; only on guitar, arranged by the band “Stare Dobre Małżeństwo” (The Good Old Marriage)
Tearing
Like a tiger’s claw
An antelope’s back
Is human sadness
Not the Brooklyn Bridge
But to transform
The saddest night
Into a bright, new day
That issamthing
Terrifying
Like the ornament of the world
That rambles in its delirium
Is human madness
Not the Brooklyn Bridge
But to break through with your head to the other side
Through the madness of fate
That issamthing
We will grieve carefully
We will go wild impeccably
We will move forward incredibly
Towards the clearing
The man in the costume of an ancient Roman soldier with a helmet accosted the young girl and was telling something to her excitedly. As he walked away, I asked her what it was about, and she said: “You are so beautiful because Jesus created you”.
Almost at the end of Brooklyn walk, when I was taking the cover photo for this post, a man in his early sixties asked me, “Does that mean Messiah is coming?” I replied, “Apparently so.” “You have blue eyes and beard, are you a Jew”. “No, I was raised in Roman Catholic family”. “Whose Messiah, their or… you know…” “What if both, contrarily different.” “It would mean, only one is real.” “True.” He asked me again “Why you made photo of this?” “On my website blog” “About what?” “About journeys in and out of my camper or if you prefer – limousine. About many things; about my views on this world and time, art, energy and politics. Many other subjects.” “Interesting, very interesting. (…) Do you think we are being lied to in this country?” “Yes. Constantly.” “How long are you here?” “Less than 2 weeks” “Where are you from?” “From Poland” “It was a communist country, 40 years ago, a lot has changed” “Indeed” “Now it’s strong independent economy” “Yes, I wish it could be more independent…” “How so?” “From EU. From Germany poor, old milking tricks, let’s say.” “Hahaha, I think I know what you mean… I see, you’re sincere enough, can we talk?” “Sure”…
…”What do you think about America’s two parties” “It’s an illusory division that allows the establishment to control society, from simple living standards like food, sects and education through media, economy, taxes, military contracts etc., to the election of puppet authorities. It’s all theatre” “How do they manage to do that?” “In general: giving you paper carrots and suggesting the only promised cartoon paradise, sort of speak. Keeping you in ignorance, naivety, constantly shifting narratives, manufacturing supply and demand in every sphere, money makes the rest.” “If so, what is it for? What’s the main goal” “Provide wars. More money. Absolute control” “For my generation it’s hard to imagine, such scale. There wasn’t always internet” “But you see it, don’t you?” “This puzzle fits together. I had suspected this for some time. Seems like we’ve been systemically screwed” “Yes” …
…”Well… It’s not that obvious, but you can see that I have a different skin color.” “Of course” “Some people don’t see it because I’m mixed race.” “Me too” “I wouldn’t recognize that” “Looks stronger in character ;)” “Hahahaha, that’s the answer. It wasn’t easy to make a career with such face, I can assure you” ” I can imagine. Have you ever tried discussing your suspicions with coworkers, if possible?” “Not much. What to think about it, considering fact… how people react in a potential conflict with… not exactly knowing who has the potential for power” “That’s the main fear fuel.” “Yes, it is … Why are you here?” “I thought I will find someone” “Did you manage it?” “I’m not sure” “Will you stay?” “One day’s left. Will decide tomorrow, but most likely not” “What’s your name?” “I’m Adam.” “What do you do?” “Well…All my life worked on farm and after that in many various media, among other much different jobs. “I’m Carlos” – He pulled a small police badge on a chain, like a medallion, from under his shirt. “Police supervisor. Nice to meet you, Adam”. Shook my hand. “Good luck with finding what you’re looking for” “Not to thank, don’t want to jinx it;) You too.” “Well…Same ;)”
During the last return I saw the black older man selling photo canvas reproductions among other things, kept talking loudly, in a Last Judgment prophet manner / confidence. And on the same street, not so far behind the black woman surrounded by bags, stood a white mid-aged woman who, shouting in a similar fashion, accused the whole wild world. It’s not so difficult to imagine what associations an ordinary passerby might have, for whom the appearance of the situation prevents them from listening to the words’ stream. Often it’s really worth it. I didn’t take a photo of the woman so as not to get her attention / risk disturbing her comfort. These were the last pictures from New York.
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