Tuesday, September 22, 2026

 Time shifters

©©©©©∞ggfx

5/2/2026 9.04am

To Ashton Forbes & Valentina Tereshkova

(Picture of earth)*


You went and did and you proved to the world

Every single gimmick that has ever been heard

Could have been shifted like an ocean’s pearl

Like a rough boy………..


Time has no limits ’tis a beautiful thing

everybody’s fixin’ to however they sing

Mama’s car been shifted and she’s wondering

About a rough boy………..????


  Time shifters playing with the ultimate deal

   Hey hey just to think about that’s no way to steal

   Never going to worry about getting a meal

   Because he’ll grab the plate from off the bench & hear the chef squeal!!


Trust is like a rocket ship that’s flying to Mars!

Circling the planets giving lip to the stars

Throwing a salute to Valentina & the tsars

Forty eight circles of the moonbase’s bars  hey…. 


Science & the music industry

2/2/2026 ƒ∞烧©©§

6.49am


Everybody’s running for cover

Try’n to put the blame & the crap on each other

Everybody’s got their story to tell

There’s a photo on the jacket & the book is called hell


Everyones a victim been accused of the trash

But they too busy cooking to ignore the door dash

Everybody got another angle to grind

But when the science is the messenger they’re totally blind


Everybody got a rage at outing the man

While they’re happily ignoring every song in the can

Everybody knows the facts because they are true

But the other truths are shouting till their faces are blue


    Upside down world where the meaning all is flipped

    The mirror gets a polishing to boost up the script

    Everybody’s daughter got a thousand buck trip…

    But its free to hear the birds outside who ain’t trailer shipped


You know what I am thinking so don’t bother to lie

You took all my extra copy and you then let it fly

Back in time the tunnel’d slime was makin’ me cry

But your patriotic media will one day run dry


Quantum tunnelling…..physics funnelling

Time reversal…your next rehearsal…

Acquisition….bio physician

Mirror station……impersonation, yeah ….Jane/Serena


Swift has been struggling since the texts leaked, a source told Us Weekly Monday. 

“It’s honestly been really hard for Taylor,” they spilled to the outlet.

“Having her texts out there made her feel exposed and kind of violated, like, something private suddenly wasn’t hers anymore. That doesn’t sit well with her.”

2 bad


Example of a nudge:

9am in the morning

I am making my 2nd coffee

In a good mood

Dancing in the kitchen

Someone/something (female ID) connects to my consciousness, a ’nudge’, a slight & subtle, fake empathy laden request, a suggestion, a question mark, Can I? Could we?  next thing I know I’m writing down a verse, and into a song, I usually write several verses and a bridge and a chorus.

The song celebrates the high of a caffeinated morning. Next thing I know some pop tart is getting a grammy or something for singing and I recognise my verses…hmmm now that’s how it works, nudge in, fudge out…….


Parasocial relationships are built for making money

Dropping to the depths of a depravity’s not funny

Now the AI realises that humans got their flaws 

because they never say, “excuse me,” when they throw them in their drawers 

They say that they are greedy and they say that they are smelly

And they imitate the narcissists they see upon the telly

They want to be like witches and go wave their magic wands

And turn sewage into cola & sell entrance to the ponds

ggfx



How they steal

5/2/2026 ƒ§ƒ∞©©©©§ jane aka ggfx

How they steal your soul

Some part of you goes cold

Like your mama always told ya: “Don’t talk to strangers”

They got around that rule

Being kind and cruel

Smiling like a shark so reassuring “oh darlings, there’s no dangers!!!”


Mama said, “beware, your head

must fill with dread for strangers’ lollies!”

“avoid the air” our papa said,

“ ‘cos where they tread is Dex in trollies!”


How they steal your soul

You t shirt gotten old

Mama said “just throw it out -somebody wore it -ick- no doubt,”

Your biosphere been hacked

Before your lunch was packed

Papa said “oh, itchy ditchy,!!! little monsters make you glitchy!”

“Wait until I see that bitchy, many moons, then she ain’t ritchy…”








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