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originally published at The Royal Monkee Armada Reader!
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The Armada is eternal and forever changing, one must never become stagnate, yet one must never forget where one came from. Moving in circles yet growing closer to the heavens we are the dream of Brahma and the perfect creature that mankind was born from in the Snowy lands. Visions of us are what legends are made of. The wise monkey still laughs in the face of adversity. We are reminded in our darkest hour of a legend;
Tue, September 29, 2009 - 12:38 AM
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Jupiter issued a proclamation to all the beasts of the forest and promised... read more
So on Friday the Armada received the following message;
Sun, September 6, 2009 - 10:30 PM
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CALLING ALL SHAMANS, DREAMERS, HEALERS, LIGHT WORKERS, MOTHER EARTH LOVERS, MOON AND LUNAR LOVERS, GODDESSES AND GODS… I am starting a one woman dreaming to help deflect some insane scientists, military and US government’s agenda to bomb the moon… Say a prayer, do a protection visualization, astral travel, dream walk, or just set an intention the night of Oct 8 & 9th to help our Moon and Lunar sensitivities to deflect, or if that ... read more Apparently some scientist in Wisconsin have proven what we the Armada already knew to be fact. We the Monkees are Metal as fuck. www.tgdaily.com/content/view/43844/181/
A new study released recently say's that 9 out of 10 paper bills in circulation contain trace amounts of cocaine. Makes me miss my younger years. www.umassd.edu/org/sigmaxi/view.cfm
Tue, August 25, 2009 - 11:41 PM
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Nine times out of ten the story remains the same, a hundred nightmare villains lined up in a row. I see the pink bicycle people riding through my dreams, 1, 4, 2, 3, the mandala, the undulating, swirling dervish; we are lost in a trance. Death takes no holidays despite what you’ve heard. My thoughts are floating between your moist thighs, your hair smells like my mother’s is that weirder to say or hear? Triumph over the Tempest or the Tempest Triumphs you tell me either way I think we have a ...
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Sat, August 15, 2009 - 11:43 AM
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