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[title] => Line In The Sand
[time] => 2014-12-15 10:22:59
[hometext] => Is an implanted RFID chip (radio frequecy identification) the mark of the beast? I don't know. But I DO know I am not a beast to be tagged.
[bodytext] => Nano particles drip from clouds created by white coats and labs- bactoeriophages infest our land from mountain top to every lung. Neuro-toxins sold as a plus for strong, healthy teeth- Fluoridated poison to keep us dumbed down; “Drink up, mate, it's good for you”. Wi-fry invades us wave upon wave, changing, rewiring us a hertz at a time, gone long gone, the good old days when the sun was the only culprit. Teflon on pans, or now inside us; a flake of cancer, all our own- Was the twenty you saved (to avoid some rust) really worth the expense of your marrow and bone? Two cell phones pumping with an egg in betwixt- raw before sitting 'tween lethal mix- an egg is not thick, yet cooked it became, this is what cell phones do to your brain. Some assaults are beyond the arm of myself- I won't thwart chemtrails by ceasing to breathe, I can't avoid poisons lest refusing to eat, this multi-pronged battle I find myself in. But the line in the sand, one I won't cross, regardless of toil it takes on me, is the planting of chips on my hand or my head- I'll dive beneath flowers before accepting an RFID. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 51 [informant] => Invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )
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