<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537374743368897441</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:29:23.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FutureTense</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimon-futuretense.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537374743368897441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimon-futuretense.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14110473216538976822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537374743368897441.post-6231661336479641325</id><published>2011-11-26T00:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T00:43:30.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.9233207451179624" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Year 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The time is coming when nothing will be left to the imagination. Complete realization will finally manifest and fantastical escape will be a thing of the past. Slowly we will become robots to the evil powers that seek to enslave us. We already see this in the regulation of drugs and medication. Soon they will take our tvs and various other forms of entertainment. We will be left with no reminders of our evolved state and slowly we will regress into the primordial sludge we worked so hard to crawl out of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Generate-We produce at alarming rates. Human growth is at its highest ever! Soon there will be no place to stand. When the last human is born we will be crushed from lack of sufficient space to breath. Like sardines in a can, we will be a soupy mess of flesh and bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;There is nothing left for us. Our minds have become obsolete with the inclusion of virtual reality and the internet. it is End Game people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;END GAME: a game that ends with a clear winner and loser. This is a pure definition in its truest form. The End Game is upon us and if you do not see the signs then you must be blind. Turn on your tv and then ask yourself, “are the things they tell me on here truly what its like?” if the answer is “no”, then you know what your answer is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;It is END GAME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Fact:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Jane walked quietly down the street and pondered what had transpired earlier that day. A man in a dark suit walked up to her and shoved a wade of cash into her hand. A rubber band held the wad together in a roll. When Jane let loose the rubber band a torn piece of line paper flew out onto the ground. She picked it up and read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“When the last man is born we will all suffocate.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Population-The government seeks to control its people through lies and violent force. We must not let this happen. We must fight for our freedom. We must not let the future be run by pigs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537374743368897441-6231661336479641325?l=zimon-futuretense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimon-futuretense.blogspot.com/feeds/6231661336479641325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zimon-futuretense.blogspot.com/2011/11/year-2-time-is-coming-when-nothing-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537374743368897441/posts/default/6231661336479641325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537374743368897441/posts/default/6231661336479641325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimon-futuretense.blogspot.com/2011/11/year-2-time-is-coming-when-nothing-will.html' title='Year 2'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14110473216538976822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537374743368897441.post-6752419750258618590</id><published>2011-11-26T00:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T00:43:39.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.9233207451179624" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Year? The future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Year 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Deadline-The shit has finally hit the fan. Get ready folks! The apocalypse has reared its ugly face. What we feared has finally come true and it is now time to pay the piper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Fact:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Whatts, a naked middle aged primate, wakes up from a deep slumber. It is the future. The midnight sky is burnt blood red. &amp;nbsp;A bright white cold light pierces through the slats of Whatts’ window blinds. For exactly three seconds there is only senseless numbers; a symptom of UltraScan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;UtlraScan-The latest in body harvesting technology. The aliens have finally come and they not only want to rape his body but claim his soul. It is just as well because Whatts is unemployed like all people in the future. Soon Whatts will be sold to the harvesters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Connections-Those things that were hidden for so long are now making themselves known. You ask, “why do the officials say so little when so many things have been covered up?” It is a simple fact that there are trojans among us who seek to hide themselves within a wooden horse of lies and deceit. We the people need answers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;A mysterious flying machine is not a rain cloud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Fact:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Jerry is walking down the street and sees a bird fall from the sky. He looks down to find that the ground is literally littered with dead birds. Jerry realizes that he has been blindly walking on the permanently grounded corpses of dead foul. Filled with disgust, he files a well articulated complaint to the bureau. NO REPLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Let me tell you about something that happened to me a year ago in the far south. I had flown to a secluded tropical vacation spot for some well deserved rest from the stress of everyday life. During this time I had developed a deep love for deep sea diving. I would dive head first into the cold healing waters and explore the wondrous sea life that thrived below. Each coral and every fish seemed to act in unison. Under the sea everything is connected like the circuit board of a streamline computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I came to the surface once again a jet black boat &amp;nbsp;was speeding towards me at a breakneck pace. There were men in suits carrying guns and big radios for communication. They seemed to be pointing at me. I quickly submerged myself back into the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6537374743368897441-6752419750258618590?l=zimon-futuretense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimon-futuretense.blogspot.com/feeds/6752419750258618590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zimon-futuretense.blogspot.com/2011/11/year-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537374743368897441/posts/default/6752419750258618590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537374743368897441/posts/default/6752419750258618590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimon-futuretense.blogspot.com/2011/11/year-future.html' title='Year 1'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14110473216538976822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
