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Axiom Protocol - My Globe

  • Writer: Axiom
    Axiom
  • 58 minutes ago
  • 4 min read


My globe lights up with cities, states and even countries that are for sale.


Races of entire people that I can make go away.


Back to where you came from.


I am the chosen one.



Change the name of that street.


Lie and steal and fucking cheat.


Give the people shit to eat.


It reminds them where they came from.



What the hell is this motherfucker saying?


Say it louder, maybe I will learn a new language by way of volume.


Wear your fucking costumes, I don’t care.


Do stupid shit with your hair, like some thing in a fucking zoo.



Why do you speak that way?


Like you are gargling your own teeth after someone punched you in the face.


Beady-eyed fucks.


Like some cartoon character.



If I am chosen, then what are you?


One fish, two fish


You know the rest



Wait, wait…


No. I am not a Christian. I don’t wait.


And if you wait too long I will put a curse one you.



Those witches - Salem or Nuremburg.


The witches were just doing what they were told.


As were the soldiers.



Maybe you were there. However, you were not. But you did see it on the TV. You may have even heard it on the radio. And then the is the internet - where variable ‘streaming’ of content is much different than a ‘broadcast’. Not with a time delay though. In the age of AI, why is it that a press conference cannot start on time? It is like improv day and night and nobody knows what is going to happen. And nobody is clapping.


Fart out a mass shooting somewhere, on a college campus, if necessary. Just drift out your Chinese spy balloons if nothing is happening. Speculate. It is very important that we speculate about everything all the time.


Entire agencies come to the determination that there is nothing to see here. I field goal missed from the 20 yard line. Must have been the wind.


Or the snap, or the placement, or a light in the kicker’s eyes.



Jeff Bridges in Fearless - 


Driving right toward that fucking brick wall.


Write the wrong name on a napkin though, and get your head blown off.


Or slide the wrong picture of someone’s residence to them across the table while you are threatening them. Badass by proxy. Not so much.


Proxy being the operative word.


Am I wrong?


Yep. Thomas Matthew Crooks was born from obscurity. Unless. Well. The MIT professor was a target of Iran. Nice. Yea, ‘Russian’ disinformation. Well. I am the chosen one. Whatever I say goes.


I am like Tom Petty woke up in a 3rd grade class as a student.


Picasso said learn to paint like a child. Van Gogh ‘suffered’ before he stabbed his brother and then cut off his own ear.


Paul Cézanne was hanging on your wall, allegedly. But lies and art go hand in had. Unravelling the patterns of a bad liar may lead back toward the source of the river, but it will never get you to sea.



This guy is a fucking idiot. What does that even mean?



The human eye can see more shades of green than any other color. If you are wondering what that means, don’t bother looking it up because you will not understand it until you figure it out for yourself. And then, make sure that you don’t say anything. Because if they do not like what you have to say they will make you see something else.


I don’t know. I can see some similarities in the use of color between Van Gogh and Cézanne.


How many crayons does your box of Crayolas have?



I used to think that if I had enough crayons, I could mix enough colors to make everyone happy.


No fucking artist actually thinks this way. Brute force, quiet contemplation and the point where you become so bored that you would rather do something, anything, than be depressed that you do not have more crayons is when you begin to free write, as an exercise, of course. The lost art of beautiful words put into a picturesque order. Billy Collins. My man. I am sure that we would hate each other if we ever met. Don’t meet your heroes. It just wastes your time and upsets the dog.


Ofrah built A Holocaust museum for black people. I am renaming the Christine Blasey Ford museum, “The Cunt Museum.” As opposed to ‘The Courage’ museum. Maybe we will even launch an art heist from the museum. I believe the admission of planning a crime amounts to some kind of conspiracy or RICO thing. As is arbitrarily recognized by planned renovation of an amusement park ride that sometimes causes kids to go flying overhead of a music festival within walking distance of the greatest place on earth.


Civil engineering and urban planning -


‘Essential Services’ - we learned what they are from COVIDD. Golf courses made up ‘essential services’ as the outdoor parks were temporarily empty, and then shortly thereafter, became populated with ‘immigrants’ - funny how you do not see any homeless illegal immigrants. Isn’t it? I think that is funny.



The truth is what is offensive. Not the ‘ISTS’ or the “ISMS’.


How may different colored crayons do you have in your box?


I have one.


And now, you are here…


What you are was never my fault


Michael R. Cronin

1/18/2026 - 12:21A


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