Mood:  on fire

In this world gone mad, we won't spank the monkey, the monkey will spank us!!

Moving through space and time, revisiting my past, it feels like old times in Atlanta. A far cry from how grown up North Carolina had become. Their still keeping it crunk down in the A at least! When we were kids we believed in a lot of things we have since grown out of. The tides of change have moved us in to a new age. The second decade in the 21^st century will be marked with even greater change, even more scientific and technological advances; we are living in the future, our future. We are laying the foundation for future generations as the path was laid for us, it is up to us to decide if we will continue down the dark path of greed and excess or move to a more enlightened self aware state. Are we monsters, or are we more than that? Only time will tell. I have moved across the country and in a few short days I will move back across it. Making this trek twice within a 12 month period is eye opening to say the least.  There is an energy a foot two currents that seek to suppress each other, but cannot. They feed off of one another; they push each of us to make decisions each day. Do we hide in fear, and become worse for it, or do we become inspired to strive for a better world.

The Armada exists because humanity has reached a dead-end. Humans are weak and inefficient. Monkees are far superior to humans. Our racism is not against one group or color, we do not hate creed or nationality, and we hate all humans, each and every one. They are the alien usurpers of the earth we fight in defense of. They have mutilated themselves and the planet, trying to chop down our kingdom in the trees.  These are but some of the thoughts that populate our minds how are we to overcome, and succeed? How do we face this new epoch with reason and just actions? It is a struggle and conflict which begins internally.  We the Armada must be vigilant, our cause is not to propagate failed institutions or continue traditions that no longer serve a purpose. There must be new rites and rituals and new traditions that are more malleable and true to nature.  Mankind has long looked to the skies for answer,, but they stared past the trees to the clouds which cannot answer back. Yet the screech of the Howler Monkey can pierce even the deafest ear and bend the will of man to help him understand the price he will pay for defiling the mother earth. It is not our desire to reverse time, one cannot reverse time. We have all ready begun to dance with the machines that man built and forge a Monkee/Robot alliance that will march us in more forward into the future. Soon Russia will send one of us to Mars where we will begin colonization. In Japan we've begun to brush our teeth and floss even. One of us recently took a piss on a pathetic faux-lebrity. Our time is now!

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;

Jupiter issued a proclamation to all the beasts of the forest and promised a royal reward to the one whose offspring should be deemed the handsomest. The Monkey came with the rest and presented, with all a mother's tenderness, a flat-nosed, hairless, ill-featured young Monkey as a candidate for the promised reward. A general laugh saluted her on the presentation of her son. She resolutely said, "I know not whether Jupiter will allot the prize to my son, but this I do know, that he is at least in the eyes of me his mother, the dearest, handsomest, and most beautiful of all."

In order to be free you must access your Monkee Mind; you must leave behind the corrupt hue-man hive mentality. Shed your false humanity and swing from the trees. Inside each of us lurks a beast be it Monkee or Panda, Squirrel or Penguin. You must shed your false mortal coil and recognize your Monkee heritage, remember that we are the descendents of Sun Wu Kong, we come from the same lineage as Hanuman, Thoth, we bring knowledge and light, and the hue-man race was born from our genes, we are the founding fathers of the earth itself. The trees are our kingdom and all the world is our domain, there is nothing we cannot do, nothing we cannot out shine. We are the Vanara who dwell in the midst of the forest of Kishkindha.

Mood:  vegas lucky

So I missed a week- so sue me! If more of you would leave a comment or two to let me know you were out there I would probably give more of a shit. With that said, in case you stumbled onto this blog or have been here before (leave a comment please), do we have a doosie for you! This weeks babe meets all of the Armada's criteria; Dark Hair (check!), Big Tits (check!!), Tattoos (check!!!), Let's random guys cum inside her for money (check and double check!!!), and if that wasn't enough-she squirts. We think, we're in love!!! Behold 5'5' 36DD-26-34, Mason Moore, now don't say we never gave ya nothing...sweet dreams bitches.