Tag: brett w urben
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Wedding Gift Part II: Senpaku Eyes
I’ve been childishFor a long timeYour Sister is a slutBut I’ll still put myFingers in Her Vagine Call me manic orCall Her sublimeI hate everything exceptYour Sister(‘s) Senpaku eyesMake me Senpaku of Mind.You are a crazy woman whoHates me all the timeYet still I’m an addict ofThe smell of Your crimesFrom the depths of HellCame…
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Fuck Other Women – a poem
For some reason, unalone, still is each Black HoleAbsorbing and recycling, with meaningless droneThe static of hateful intent, not as choreBut for the removal of one lonely whoreAddition has cost, though indivisible it isConquering the Self, no matter how inhumanA cowardly native of Earth, made to feel stupidSaved by the fear of remaining the student”But…
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a poem – The Only Soul That I Adore
You are the only Soul that I adoreNow let me jerk off to some other whoreAnd when our eyes meet once moreSearch histr’y will hide beneath floorboardsYour feminine stench is all that I seekBut my mind still reaches beyond your stinkThe eyes of the many may have your reachBut only I birthed your singular mystiqueYou…
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a poem – Too Long Ago to Say
Aldous Huxley got there first And Phillip Dick drove the hearse This tech-refined augmented curse Saves the mind from its own cures Malignant spheres will suffocate Extracting soul from concentrate To energize this new substrate Until you learn how to behave It began too long ago to say So distant the Dawn of First Day…
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Three (BWU Remix) – Massive Attack
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The Fascist – a poem
The Fascist comes in many flavors Each one fruitier than the last They suck you dry to please the players Then gouge their eyes to deny their past White, black, brown, yellow Red, blue, purple, and pink Hold your nose on principle There’s no dissolving the Fascist stink They smoke their weed and push what’s…
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The Demiurge’s Playlist: How the New York Times’ 2026 Songwriter Canon Became an Algorithmic Psy-Op
The Selection Process: A Closed-Loop Feedback System for Cultural Validation The announcement of the New York Times’ 2026 list of the “Greatest Living American Songwriters” was met with predictable fanfare, a cascade of social media posts, and the kind of collective nodding that accompanies a consensus so broad it borders on the banal. For many,…
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101 – Full EP by Brett W. Urben
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So Be It – a poem
If a glimpse of stockingWas once considered shocking,And despite my polite defrockingThe Profane continued stallingCould one blame a lonesome BuddhaFor restraint in the form of refusalWhen the purest of the MusesApproaches during Mara’s intrusions?I’d offer the Demon King teaBut would much rather spend time with theeDespite how intense my interest may beIn the offspring of…
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The Static – a short story
I didn’t want to stay. I tried my damndest not to stay. The first lies they told me – of nephilim, of higher natures and mathematical godhood – were enough to send me spiralling back into a sentient meatsuit. This body was just under four years old when I crammed myself into its right brain.…
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a poem – Lightning Rod 4 God
Lightning Rod 4 GodYour rose blooms under the clearest eveWhen the cold defies the strength of my knees They buckle and I carry a weight unknown to allWhen I stand, corrected, and feel the weight of mine balls Their importance is measured in the gravity of your lustTowards an outcome, only I can know that…
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Biggie Smalls – Big Poppa (Brett W. Urben Remix) – DL +Instro
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2Pac – Hold Ya Head (Brett W. Urben Remix) – Download + Instrumental
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2Pac – Never Had a Friend Like Me (Brett W. Urben Remix) – Download + Instrumental
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If God Could Sing – a poem
If God could sing, She might sound like youMusing on conflict can make me confusedBut when the clouds refuse to scatterSuddenly, through rigid matterSacred math flows through soundWhen no one else could be aroundAnd speechlessness begets a feelingWhere nothing else needs repealingPain turns to healing, and judges collapseThe Gnosis returns as if gift-wrappedBeloved waves crash…
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The Patel Files: FBI Wizard Kashyap Patel and the Structural Arson of American Intelligence
Continuing this series. The contemporary transformation of the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) under the directorship of Kashyap “Kash” Patel represents the most successful application of “active measures” ever recorded within the domestic apparatus of the United States. While the Cold War defined subversion as a foreign germ introduced into the body politic, the current…
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The Pythagorean Illuminati Exposed
How a 15-Year Intellectual Rabbit Hole of “Ontological Mathematics,” Nazi-Occult Bait, and Elitist Rebranding Trapped Thousands And How to Get Out If you’re reading this and your stomach just tightened a little, I see you. I’ve been exactly where you are. Maybe you discovered The God Game or The God Factory late one night on…
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The Nation of Islam Exposed, Part II
Noble Drew Ali’s Masonic Circus, Fard’s San Quentin Theosophy Degree, and the Real American Occult Roots of the Yakub Cult In Part I I ripped the veil off this full-blown cult: We’re not done yet. Because the “mysterious peddler” origin story I flagged in Part I? FBI and police records already called Fard a white-passing…
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Archetypal Profiles of Personnel in Decentralized Non-Consensual Influence Networks
CLASSIFICATION: For Internal Use Only Distribution Limited to Operational Review PREPARED: 31 March 2026 PURPOSE: Typological mapping of assets across the command-to-street gradient, derived from observed field performance, historical precedents, and psychological markers. No operational recommendations implied; patterns noted for pattern recognition only. The network in question exhibits a predictable stratification: From cold-war architects who…
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How I Would Have You Gangstalked If I Had Nothing Better To Do
Anyone could pull this off.
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Your Reality Is Being Rendered By Someone Else Part II: The Reversed Sidechain and Ontological Parasitism
The Reversed Sidechain, Ontological Parasitism in Artificial Monadic Clusters, Media, Hypostatized Personas, and the Druj Inversion of the Holos
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Bolo Tape Vol. IV (Remix Compilation)
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![Respiration [Black Star, Common] Remix (and Instrumental) – prod. Brett W Urben](https://gnosisunderfire.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/03/Screenshot-2025-12-28-093402-1.png)
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Your Reality Is Being Rendered By Someone Else: Multi-Node Monadic Clusters in Ontological Mathematics
A Gnostic Synthesis Integrating Philip K. Dick’s The Electric Ant, VALIS, and the Fourier Ontology of the Holos.
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Murder by Diagnosis: How Junk Science and Pseudo-Medicine Launder State Violence, Shield Killers, and Steal Justice
How Junk Science and Pseudo-Medicine Launder State Violence, Shield Killers, and Steal Justice
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Personal Journal Entry #2
Burning Down the Potemkin Village My internal hardware has been running hot today. I dropped a heavy stack into the system this morning that eventually necessitated the inclusion of: Taurine, NAC, Clonidine, Magnesium, Saffron, L-Theanine, and Niacinamide. I expected to flatline hard, but ended up walking down to the book store instead. I navigated the…
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Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice and the Gnostic Conquest of the Father
“Hesitation is Defeat“ Few modern interactive experiences strike the exact frequency of male psychology like Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice. From Software’s masterpiece is a mirror held up to the split father-wound: the tyrant who demands obedience and the dying master who demands you surpass him. The game forces you to choose. And then forces you…
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Poem – A Shame and a Waste
Personas drop the moment truth strikesFrom my mouthLike misguided missiles guidedTo an Iranian’s houseThe distance this produces Is a shame and a wasteBut protection’s more importantThan ephemeral graceOpen the door too many timesAnd the leeches find solaceWhile you’re jerking off to e-girlsHegseth’s got your private correspondenceI don’t enter partnershipExpecting perfect synchronyBut the way some of…
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short story – A Goblin’s Midnight Custody Battle – BOLO SOLO ADVENTURES
In the driver’s seat, Rank Fentnals was eating cold lo mein with his bare hands while the Civic’s broken GPS screamed directions in a British accent that kept glitching into a pirate’s.
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short story – BOLO SOLO ADVENTURES: THE ADVERSARIAL APARTMENT
The rain in Norfolk simped for the vegetation creeping over the vandalized homes. A pathetic, high-frequency drizzle that apologized for existing while still managing to ruin your earbuds. It had the refractive index of a corporate “thoughts and prayers” email: wet, pointless, and engineered to kill any spark of actual authenticity. Bolo Solo stood outside…
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short story – THE GREAT ERASURE: A BOLO SOLO ADVENTURE
The sky above the Port of Norfolk was awash in noise. Noise that—to the sufferer of synaesthesia—sounded like the color of a television tuned to a channel forever broadcasting pharmaceutical disclaimers. Bolo Solo stood in the neon drizzle, lighting a cigarette with a match struck against a sign that read: “LOITERERS WILL BE TAZED BY…
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