My craft?
I've been practicing moliate, carving up a storm of product.
It was the break, so desperately needed, that provided the interruption.
Teeth, TEETH! No sense going half-cocked; straight and severe, that's the course! Better wrong than weak, from the front, right at it!
So, my other work, some of which you can sample, is all over the place. Youtube, Talkshoe, Ustream... Little bits here and there.
I'll be adding to my libraries soon, because I'm not trying to erase anything like the evidence I've left behind of my evil deeds. Don't bother looking for my work, I should be force feeding it to you on the streets!
I would never cover my tracks or anything SHADY like that.
But a mobile propagandaaaaaa --I mean, promotional, a mobile promotional device is a good idea!
On another note, I've been talking to these scientist fellas. It's ridiculous how science is just a bunch of dudes lookin at stuff.
I could be a scientist, and I'm an idiot.
I'm a Real Life Not So Super Hero.
Science and it's science facts are hard to understand. Things like magnets and joules and watts and nuclei and all that is mad-stupid. They stand around looking at stuff, watching things happen, making observations and writing notes, papers even!
Buncha nerds.
I build things.. my engineering isn't anything above rubber bands and explosives. I'm an excellent marksman, on console entertainment devices. Over a 1000 hours! All simulation. Talk about nerds. lol
I want to build a large slingshot. Big enough to shoot a bowling ball.
If we have no boundaries and are unlimited in our imagination, anything is possible.
We have a responsibility to the future generations to leave behind a legacy worth continuing.
A legacy of hope and freedom, where man can live in harmony with the world and it's inhabitants.
Where laughter and humor are the currency and all is needed for all and no one is hungry or poor of food or riches because everyone has smiles for miles...
gimmeabreak
The time for charity is long over.
Do for oneself and no one else.
Hold close your allies and assets.
Hold strong your walls.
Let the world burn.
How's it going Florida?!?
Enough RAIN for ya?!?!?
HA HA HA HA HA!!
How about you Colorado??
Hot enough?
How about it Mexico?
Canada?
World?
Stay tuned for a special GLOBAL weather report...
@11ish
-Agent Wraith
p.s. Unicorns, that's what's going on.
Unicorns like a mother fucker.
Head Shot!
Showing posts with label 30 minutes of insanity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 30 minutes of insanity. Show all posts
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Monday, July 25, 2011
Metacognology: Freeing The Mind
Greetings!
I am Agent Wraith.
For this post, I seek to enlighten.
Sure, you've already got your tin foil hats firmly planted and shaped to keep out all that Scientology implores you to believe, so you might just be immune.
However, if you'd like a delightful (some would say inspiring) read, try this:
The Revolution Marches On
Before you go getting a hair across your ample backside, know this:
Agent Wraith does what he wants.
Always has. Always will.
Call me what you will, the internet is great for anonymous relatively retribution-free snarkiness.
And let's not forget Freedom Of Speech.
I see this as an experiment.
Life.
One big experiment.
Variables, controls, catalysts, accidents.
Something is lacking though. A fundamental change of the mind.
It's change. And people fear change.
Humans are generally xenophobic (and stupid), so there's that.
But, if we are to progress (and there is a mouse in my pocket*), there has to be a cohesive thought to pull us toward a BEtter future.
Not a worse one.
And it has to be responsible.
There are destructive personalities out there who would throw the biggest monkey-wrench into the mix just because they can.
I'd say I'd be the top dog, but seriously, I live in my mother's basement.
And... in this world of bigger fish, there's got to be someone else out there.
And.. in this world of constant one-upsmanship, seriously?
And I am just a tiny internetizen with a penchant for poor theatrics.
There you have it.
Agent Wraith condones the responsible use of illegal 'drugs' to empower the mind for changes for the betterment of the planet.
Damn.
Hero-speak.
Bleh.
Whatever happened to wiping humans off the face of the planet en masse because they are the MAIN problem?
What happened to unbiased extinction of the human race?
Heh. For a Zionist-Jew that hates everything (including the Aryan race descended from Heaven), I think I'm doing well.
Up next (this time for real), we look at Agent Wraith.
Harshly.
Target acquired.
Fire when ready.
Agent Wraith
p.s. Any potential back stabbers will note that Agent Wraith is incorporeal.
Your knife (unless Relic or Artifact) will have no effect. Perhaps a ceremonial blade?
I am Agent Wraith.
For this post, I seek to enlighten.
Sure, you've already got your tin foil hats firmly planted and shaped to keep out all that Scientology implores you to believe, so you might just be immune.
However, if you'd like a delightful (some would say inspiring) read, try this:
The Revolution Marches On
Before you go getting a hair across your ample backside, know this:
Agent Wraith does what he wants.
Always has. Always will.
Call me what you will, the internet is great for anonymous relatively retribution-free snarkiness.
And let's not forget Freedom Of Speech.
I see this as an experiment.
Life.
One big experiment.
Variables, controls, catalysts, accidents.
Something is lacking though. A fundamental change of the mind.
It's change. And people fear change.
Humans are generally xenophobic (and stupid), so there's that.
But, if we are to progress (and there is a mouse in my pocket*), there has to be a cohesive thought to pull us toward a BEtter future.
Not a worse one.
And it has to be responsible.
There are destructive personalities out there who would throw the biggest monkey-wrench into the mix just because they can.
I'd say I'd be the top dog, but seriously, I live in my mother's basement.
And... in this world of bigger fish, there's got to be someone else out there.
And.. in this world of constant one-upsmanship, seriously?
And I am just a tiny internetizen with a penchant for poor theatrics.
There you have it.
Agent Wraith condones the responsible use of illegal 'drugs' to empower the mind for changes for the betterment of the planet.
Damn.
Hero-speak.
Bleh.
Whatever happened to wiping humans off the face of the planet en masse because they are the MAIN problem?
What happened to unbiased extinction of the human race?
Heh. For a Zionist-Jew that hates everything (including the Aryan race descended from Heaven), I think I'm doing well.
Up next (this time for real), we look at Agent Wraith.
Harshly.
Target acquired.
Fire when ready.
Agent Wraith
p.s. Any potential back stabbers will note that Agent Wraith is incorporeal.
Your knife (unless Relic or Artifact) will have no effect. Perhaps a ceremonial blade?
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Let's Begin
You have something to say?
Anything at all?
...
...
No?
Ask Agent Wraith
agentwraith@gmail.com
p.s. how about now?
Anything at all?
...
...
No?
Ask Agent Wraith
agentwraith@gmail.com
p.s. how about now?
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Secret Meetings
(Yes.)
The night has been generous to me;
success
in one's goals.
Green with envy equals one ate too much.
Bit off more than you could chew.
Eventually, things catch up.
You don't want to know how deep the rabbit hole goes.
There is no one.
There is no ONE.
No skein to cut, no Furies (save the REAL ones, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE lol).
No Sarah Conner.
You cannot trust a robot because it doesn't understand trust is an invalid argument.
Not understanding the importance of following through on your word because robots have little need for such 'human luxuries' and would just soon take an oil bath than deal with rusty buckets of scrap like R5-T800s.
Your shit is busted.
Every bit and every morsel, until it's stretching out your torso. More so, your scrambling foursome has turned towards you. It's grim to think the joke, it seems, only seems to be about me. This must mean I'm wanted unseen, thought it was just me; it could not be.
Tired.
Will to Sleep.
Agent Wraith
p.s. I don't appreciate surprises. I shot three Henchmen last month when the copier needed more toner. Could you imagine a surprise party? It's been noted. Owls do not fly alone.
The night has been generous to me;
success
in one's goals.
Green with envy equals one ate too much.
Bit off more than you could chew.
Eventually, things catch up.
You don't want to know how deep the rabbit hole goes.
There is no one.
There is no ONE.
No skein to cut, no Furies (save the REAL ones, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE lol).
No Sarah Conner.
You cannot trust a robot because it doesn't understand trust is an invalid argument.
Not understanding the importance of following through on your word because robots have little need for such 'human luxuries' and would just soon take an oil bath than deal with rusty buckets of scrap like R5-T800s.
Your shit is busted.
Every bit and every morsel, until it's stretching out your torso. More so, your scrambling foursome has turned towards you. It's grim to think the joke, it seems, only seems to be about me. This must mean I'm wanted unseen, thought it was just me; it could not be.
Tired.
Will to Sleep.
Agent Wraith
p.s. I don't appreciate surprises. I shot three Henchmen last month when the copier needed more toner. Could you imagine a surprise party? It's been noted. Owls do not fly alone.
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