Memories of Lockdownunder - Sydney
As around me the battle rages misreported in the daily pages, lockdown in Sydney town as they silence the beat of the feet walking down George street no longer people allowed to meet, light rail a snail, no bars, no cars, don't go too far and take care to scare at every case, you have a defined place in this race, you must submit to the greater good dictated by the robe and hood.
Isolate and cover your face look children playing what a disgrace, video conference wedding attended, sense of occasion mortally offended, along the beach signs say no running yet you're still allowed to go to Bunnings
Inconsistences abound as they drive small business into the ground, and for what?
To mandate a shot? Gates and his mates mates loading their plates, licking their lips at inflated infection rates, this is the new normal they like to repeat, Orwellian mantra short and sweet as common sense beats a hasty retreat.
As around me the battle rages misreported in the daily pages, lockdown in Sydney town as they silence the beat of the feet walking down George street no longer people allowed to meet, light rail a snail, no bars, no cars, don't go too far and take care to scare at every case, you have a defined place in this race, you must submit to the greater good dictated by the robe and hood.
Isolate and cover your face look children playing what a disgrace, video conference wedding attended, sense of occasion mortally offended, along the beach signs say no running yet you're still allowed to go to Bunnings
Inconsistences abound as they drive small business into the ground, and for what?
To mandate a shot? Gates and his mates mates loading their plates, licking their lips at inflated infection rates, this is the new normal they like to repeat, Orwellian mantra short and sweet as common sense beats a hasty retreat.
11:52 PM - Mar 23, 2021
Only people mentioned by QRhymeTime in this post can reply
Que Rhymetime
@QRhymeTime
23 March, 11:54
In response Que Rhymetime to his Publication
helicopter money on the horizon death rattles of the financial system no longer surprising, waiting for the truth to finally blow off the roof of they shanty dwelling they've been selling sitting here waiting for the fog to clear as men think again and remember what they are and how we got this far, no longerwill we submit filterless against your shit, the veil about to be withdrawn with your demise a golden dawn.
Notice: Undefined index: tg1tga_access in /home/admin/www/anonup.com/themes/default/apps/timeline/post.phtml on line 396
Que Rhymetime
@QRhymeTime
23 March, 11:54
In response Que Rhymetime to his Publication
We know what you've done we see the control,, the invisible hands now visable role, the manipulations of the TV stations laid bare for the truth they hold not a care, as an agenda must be molded and shaped to stop the people ever understanding their rape.but we see dead rabbits broken necks by the stage as we internalise our rage and know to hold/ watching the increasing price of gold, we wait conversations with old mates scattering breadcrumbs in Trafalgar Square they need to know over there. Brexit the glorious revolution at last shaking off the incumbents of the past next trip to London will be a blast,,
Notice: Undefined index: tg1tga_access in /home/admin/www/anonup.com/themes/default/apps/timeline/post.phtml on line 396
Que Rhymetime
@QRhymeTime
23 March, 11:53
In response Que Rhymetime to his Publication
Some know it's bullshit we know it's a lie but powereless we watch the economy die and wonder if this time they've just gone too far no longer possible to lower the bar, they've hit rock bottom and nowhere to go as people begin to swim against the flow and understand that the whole thing was planned.
Fauchi looking grouchy he's had a bad day the deathrates just not going his way, we only know a fraction of the overreaction so far but already no longer held up as a star, there's more to this than meets the eye more and more people start to cry. It started a whisper the truth now a roar a hurricane wind blowing straight through the door, we know there's more, we're not the same public you've tricked before, we'll dig for the answers, we'llrummage the bin, all lined up behind General Flynn.
Fauchi looking grouchy he's had a bad day the deathrates just not going his way, we only know a fraction of the overreaction so far but already no longer held up as a star, there's more to this than meets the eye more and more people start to cry. It started a whisper the truth now a roar a hurricane wind blowing straight through the door, we know there's more, we're not the same public you've tricked before, we'll dig for the answers, we'llrummage the bin, all lined up behind General Flynn.
Notice: Undefined index: tg1tga_access in /home/admin/www/anonup.com/themes/default/apps/timeline/post.phtml on line 396
Que Rhymetime
@QRhymeTime
23 March, 11:55
In response Que Rhymetime to his Publication
We know what you've done we see the control,, the invisible hands now visable role, the manipulations of the TV stations laid bare for the truth they hold not a care, as an agenda must be molded and shaped to stop the people ever understanding their rape.but we see dead rabbits broken necks by the stage as we internalise our rage and know to hold/ watching the increasing price of gold, we wait conversations with old mates scattering breadcrumbs in Trafalgar Square they need to know over there. Brexit the glorious revolution at last shaking off the incumbents of the past next trip to London will be a blast,,
Notice: Undefined index: tg1tga_access in /home/admin/www/anonup.com/themes/default/apps/timeline/post.phtml on line 396
