The keyframe on the video below is very interesting. A black and white secret society one eye crying. Not too hard to decode I suppose. Are secret societies playing god with people’s relationships? Have we made a case for that here yet? Who blacklisted my name? Who made it impossible for people to keep their livelihoods AND openly support me? Who put that bounty on me? Who finagled me into house arrest?
Somebody or some group sure has been showing me a lot of sticks to shoo me away from what I am doing! I must be interfering with the wars that they are always shoving down our throats. No?
Have you heard about secret society handlers? They are basically committing love fraud, which is a very cruel practice.
It is one of the many methods of puppeteering public figures. I know lots of handsome talented boys have been sent my way over the last few years. Some of them were good looking and great at music. Some of them were skilled at astrology. Some of them had plenty of money. Some of them were very sophisticated and European. Some of them were really, really into charity and Napoleon. The more boys and men they threw at me, the more I had to laugh and realise the nature of my opponents. At least the secrets of the various methods of enslavement are tumbling down like dominos now.
I hear the secrets are just starting to come out. We can watch the secrets go up against the damage control operations and we will see which is more convincing. I tend to think damage control operations are a losing game. Either way, it will be fun to watch.
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I learned a trick that you used to play
I'm tired of you having it your own way
With the power to persuade
Beginning to cascade
Suspect My Tears lyrics
Elvis Costello
Do you remember how to say please?
You've had your own way for such a long time
Your lash is sweep down, I dry your cheek
You think I'm powerless when you speak
You may have something, I don't deny
You look so beautiful when you cry
If I seem unconcerned
Perhaps it's time you learned
I'll cry until you suspect my tears
I'll cry until you suspect my tears
You're not the only one who can turn it on
When and where you need it
Do you remember how bad it felt?
Big eyes would fill up
Your lip would tremble
You want to hurt me
But then you melt
You always promise to lose control
I learned a trick that you used to play
I'm tired of you having it your own way
With the power to persuade
Beginning to cascade
I'll cry until you suspect my tears
I'll cry until you suspect my tears
You're not the only one who can turn it on
When and where you need it
If you be weeping, I may be cheating or just laughing inside
If you're so special, then that's why in vicious is your chance to decide
Two hypocrites collide
I'll cry until you suspect my tears
I'll cry until you suspect my tears
You're not the only one who can turn it on
Where and when you need it
When you need it
I'll cry until you suspect my tears
I'll cry until you suspect my tears
You're not the only one who can turn it on
When and where you need it
When you need it
I'll cry until you suspect my tears
I'll cry until you suspect my tears
I'll cry until you suspect my tears
I'll cry until you suspect my tears