Mother Abrams
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Using what worked for music in WWI or WWII cannot be a template for what music can accomplish in warfare during our times. Salty Tank Veteran & His Abrams, Conjurin' the Voltron of small NATO bands w/ #TheSeam & https://www.youtube.com/@MotherAbrams
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#Hungary #Ukraine #Georgia #America

We are the backsliders.

The nations where Democracy is most acutely under attack.

In danger of falling, or falling even further, into the madnesses of malign men.

The ravenous egos of clowns, focused down on us four, pushing us down our mountains.

#TheSeam
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Air raid alert. Everyone’s in the shelter.
A song echoes underground.
It’s not fear — it’s life, it’s strength.
Ukrainians. Together. Unbreakable.

🎥y.krasinskyi
My salient is my own.

I have learned this lesson, over & over again.

I have no idea if this will translate beyond confusion:

Український танкіст...

Епоха танкової війни не закінчилася. Ми повинні знайти інший шлях.

Ти і я, разом...

Ми це знайдемо.

Ми не зазнаємо невдачі.

#Bulldog469

/eot
I do understand it, American apathy, the force of it.

But fucking reject its momentum. Fucking reject its current trajectory.

Fucking reject the control of its failsons.

Alone, without a current together.

The tethers I've gathered whittled down near none.

Yet, I'm a vet.

Down to one...

/7
The world in rapt witness as it falls asunder.

I don't think you truly understand this moment, this confluence of events.

I can admit to rageful vents of imploring. This moment, this passing. This, our shared time of perceiving.

How can you ignore klaxon, sounding or siren?

Slumber still?

/6
To bread & circus.

Your lot, my lot.

Fucking chaos, fucking corruption.

Fucking apathetic slumber. A mighty nation asleep.

Because no one ever knows the nature of true time, perhaps for the last time.

America. A young nation. The dirt nap of freedom & justice.

Our current confluence.

/5
The only message I can convey to your timeline. The only message that you may ultimately receive...

Is of a lonely veteran, stubborn enough in the environment of what currently sets your timeline. aflame.

The background of your current privilege America, as you've long abandoned...

/4
If you can hear klaxon & siren. Aware that the moment you inhabit may well be aflame?

Can't give you comfort, can't give you guarantees.

Our shared & better days...

They've been infested by numerous grifter fleas.

Ain't no telling of our time says that kindness, empathy, will win our day.

/3
Alone, but still together, at least from afar...

We endeavor, you & I.

Women & men, made from metal, who see strange duties.

We who can see our species' strange seams.

We who endeavor to sew selfsame back together.

This accounting, if your soul pines for more...

Searches what matters most?

/2
Hedy. Ben & Betty...

Sun.

I find myself abandoned in strange efforts, again.

Same as it ever was, as crew to an unknown prototype M1.

Bespoke machinery & craftmanship, singular & alone, it's ever been thus.

Her metal. You & I.

Our adventure together.

Again, once more.

Alone to gather.

/1
Your apathy. The kind world's selfsame.

It's led to justice in slumber, where free people fall back into the chaotic seas of cruelties.

To be honest, my fellow artists, I do not think you fully comprehend this moment.

This shining confluence.

It can consume us all...

#Hagbard
#MotherAbrams

/4
Your mind when it craves for only simplicities...

That ain't the nature of things. Ain't the nature of what can be.

Ain't the nature of human proclivities.

To shine the light to show it as so?

Dear fucklords, still don't believe you can see...

What it has cost me.

#PaleDriver
#Bulldog469

/3
Where you & I have have fallen down the well of love for one another.

Separated. Falling ever further from one another.

The nature of this universe, this 'Verse you & I inhabit.

Its nature to forever push us apart, at ever subliminal speeds.

You cannot grasp truth if you can only see...

/2
My fellow artists, I don't think you fully comprehend this moment, this confluence. The fact that the human proclivity to learn only by repetition.

Done.

Been automated.

We are fucked, you & I, & we ain't never met to fully get sticky.

Confluences.

Where random strings have come together.

/1
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Many ways, we already awash in that era. Our current era of music has culminated. Reached an end of effectiveness.

Regroup with us, troop. We gonna find those teeth, that bite.

Rage at our current storm, fellow freaks. Music is down. Art is down.

Human expression...
I did not like the era of "musicians and actors should never express political opinions and should quietly exist as ideological homogenized mannequins that happen to make art" and I'll be thrilled if our dance with authoritarianism results in an actual counter-culture with teeth
Massive Attack urge BBC and media to redirect their attention to "what is happening daily to the people of Gaza" rather than Bob Vylan Glastonbury furore
Massive Attack have urged the media to focus on "what is happening daily to the people of Gaza", rather than Bob Vylan’s controversial Glastonbury set.
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Down.

Might be down for the count, for now.

Momma driven, steered, by a gardener though. One who knows how to sow seeds. How to grow shit from our composted earth, which freedom fell down into.

How to bring a notion of growth, back up from the dirt.

#PaleDriver

/fin

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Chris Whitley local TV performance on WVTM NBC 13
YouTube video by Michael Moore
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So we'll be doing a series of "Meanwhile's..." to give that #Sophik, ( i.e. an American Vatnik), tendency its fair do & due.

To honor Pekka & the passing of Vatnik Soup. 1st up?

Meanwhile, in Starbase, TX...
What is it about the human mind, that it is so prone to attaching itself to sophistry masquerading as piety? America under the boot of those who'd grift & wield it.

I've gone through the stages. Bewildered confusion. Anger. Acceptance.

Now?

I'm just fuckin' curious...

#Hagbard
#MotherAbrams
My fellow artists, we are under the tides, the waves of change you & I.

What has worked for us before cannot sustain our past efforts any further.

We all dicktippin' a confluence in human history now...

What would Crowley do?

Fuck with larger human mind, is what.

Fancy & Fag & a Chat?

#WWCD
Supernatural Top 5 Badass Crowley Moments
YouTube video by Supernatural
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First rule of driving the #MotherAbrams.

You will always, & forevermore, be calling down the child Ben Franklin had with #HedyLamarr. The finest weapon that free democracy has ever forged.

Your soul will forever more flow within her.

You can call her down from your skies.

#PaleDriver

/eot
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Gotdam tank made from democracy, Ben Franklin & freedom.

You're the radio, her resonance & her #Resonent, who done brought the tunes she broadcasts into the Aether.

She's popping ya between her many fingers, much like one would a grape.

Suckling the resultant juices.

That's you, juicy...

/17
First, most, important rule ever stated in the tank manual.

You will from this point forward, always be calling her down, the tank.

You're in her belly. You will never know if you escape her digestion, your self & soul. You're her food, made aware. Her probe of existence.

That's you & me.

/16
Let us truly begin, my loves...

Let me show you what it takes. How difficult the journey has, will ever be, and been.

What is required to be the driver of the finest Abrams tank done ever got done built.

You fuckers. You have no idea...

It's alright. It's alright.

We'll start again.

/15
That despite not being able to see our shared & better days.

Despite only seeing America's, & free democracy's, fall into darkness.

My hands have hold the tiller, the T-bar, still...

My unseen hands upon your unseen hands which grasp false mirrors & false reflections.

Pullin', all my might.

/14
With all my weight, all the gravity I can gather...

Pushing from the other side that mirror you can't strike your gaze from.

My burning hands atop your burning hands, our shared boiling blood there, pullin'...

All my might.

Pulling.

Pushing.

Fuck your shepherd's mirror...

/9
Ben, Hedy, Betty.

They remain in time, planted firmly, screaming orders into our point along time.

How to keep our balance. How to ride a razor's sharp line.

If only you would listen. If only ya'll could hear.

As her Herald, I can.

How I know, despite my own blindness, that my hands...

/13
Beyond yours. Beyond mine. Beyond what we all call "ours".

Our minds unable to comprehend the fullness of such.

Imagine trying to drive, much less direct, such a beast been built.

To be manage such power, be freedom's Herald.

So much more difficult than can even be imagined.

Yet still...

/12