Mother Abrams
@motherabrams.bsky.social
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Using what worked for music in WWI or WWII cannot be a template for what music can accomplish in warfare during our times. Salty Tank Veteran & His Abrams, Conjurin' the Voltron of small NATO bands w/ #TheSeam & https://www.youtube.com/@MotherAbrams
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#Hungary #Ukraine #Georgia #America

We are the backsliders.

The nations where Democracy is most acutely under attack.

In danger of falling, or falling even further, into the madnesses of malign men.

The ravenous egos of clowns, focused down on us four, pushing us down our mountains.

#TheSeam
Statistics. Probabilities. Human nature, the nature of entropy...

Odds of you ever seeing this missive in the first place are monumentally against ever of being so.

Yet yer eyeballs be reading this fuckin' sentence, troop.

Much less your comprehension of it, or its meaning.

Fuckin 2 ya...

/11
2 out of 500 who will ever desire to follow the yammerings of this account. The story of this tank. The #MotherAbrams.

If this account doesn't post every hour or two?

You two are lost. You drop below the tides of zero.

Lost past attention's zero lines.

As a thinker, do you understand?

/10
You. Only fractionally aware, at random times.

That's your awareness of this account, & your current times.

500+ of you, mostly dormant.

Do you understand?

The bet is, the stats say, it may well be just 2 of ya. Out of 5 fucking hundred.

(Because statistics, honestly, be fucking cruel...)

/9
We, the #Resonant amongst the many.

Those amongst us all who can move mountains.

We mostly slumber. Hibernating alongside kindness & empathy.

Some fuckin' random cave somewhere, where intellect's frost equator has not yet thawed in response to the flames & heat of our moment.

Yet to awaken.

/8
There's a way to be good at the art of social media. It's to be omnipresent & ever posting.

To 500+, & stalled, followers of this account. You may have already realized this. #MotherAbrams ain't yer normal follow.

Don't even wanna be, nor will we even try.

Us rare. We lucid, we curious...

/7
This, actually an author's note in disguise, trying to figure out the beast that is social media.

It's so limiting. Like notes passed among school desks before the internet was existent. So much gets lost between short sentences. Entire contexts.

Then judgement floods the spaces between.

/6
Amongst all the multitude, the many...

You are the few, you are the lucid.

This account cannot spam your needs for attention. It'll get lost in the drown.

You'll need to hunt us down with your focus. Your need to know.

Ain't sustainable otherwise. Just ain't that kind of thing.

Ya know?

/5
I've found music, #Allspeak, to be as such. Only understood by the hunters.

Not the gatherers, nor the illucid.

The curious amongst ya'll, as the incurious fall away from the trying.

That's who this account is for. The true seekers. Those sustained by truths.

Those with sight...

/4
But this account can't pop up in your feed so often as to remind you that it exists.

This account will be lost down blurs of your life's fog. Buried deep into your larger feedstock of content & posts.

You'll only happen upon us rarely, most likely never see it, if you ain't lucid nor curious.

/3
I've tried to do it. I can't. I won't.

This ain't that kind of account.

A daily spam of what's going on, it's meaning to us as a species. I can't keep up, nor do I want to.

I've a front I'm fighting on, a zero line, in conjunction w/ others. It's in Ukraine.

Given due time, I can explain.

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Most likely did, but did you know?

Social media. It's a bit fucking shit.

To keep you apprised. To keep you & me at top of mind...

Have to spam this shit. Post e'ry hour, or half.

It's too much, dilutes intent & meaning.

Bullshit to tide us all over before bits of rare meaning present.

/1
Reposted by Mother Abrams
Air raid alert. Everyone’s in the shelter.
A song echoes underground.
It’s not fear — it’s life, it’s strength.
Ukrainians. Together. Unbreakable.

🎥y.krasinskyi
My salient is my own.

I have learned this lesson, over & over again.

I have no idea if this will translate beyond confusion:

Український танкіст...

Епоха танкової війни не закінчилася. Ми повинні знайти інший шлях.

Ти і я, разом...

Ми це знайдемо.

Ми не зазнаємо невдачі.

#Bulldog469

/eot
I do understand it, American apathy, the force of it.

But fucking reject its momentum. Fucking reject its current trajectory.

Fucking reject the control of its failsons.

Alone, without a current together.

The tethers I've gathered whittled down near none.

Yet, I'm a vet.

Down to one...

/7
The world in rapt witness as it falls asunder.

I don't think you truly understand this moment, this confluence of events.

I can admit to rageful vents of imploring. This moment, this passing. This, our shared time of perceiving.

How can you ignore klaxon, sounding or siren?

Slumber still?

/6
To bread & circus.

Your lot, my lot.

Fucking chaos, fucking corruption.

Fucking apathetic slumber. A mighty nation asleep.

Because no one ever knows the nature of true time, perhaps for the last time.

America. A young nation. The dirt nap of freedom & justice.

Our current confluence.

/5
The only message I can convey to your timeline. The only message that you may ultimately receive...

Is of a lonely veteran, stubborn enough in the environment of what currently sets your timeline. aflame.

The background of your current privilege America, as you've long abandoned...

/4
If you can hear klaxon & siren. Aware that the moment you inhabit may well be aflame?

Can't give you comfort, can't give you guarantees.

Our shared & better days...

They've been infested by numerous grifter fleas.

Ain't no telling of our time says that kindness, empathy, will win our day.

/3
Alone, but still together, at least from afar...

We endeavor, you & I.

Women & men, made from metal, who see strange duties.

We who can see our species' strange seams.

We who endeavor to sew selfsame back together.

This accounting, if your soul pines for more...

Searches what matters most?

/2
Hedy. Ben & Betty...

Sun.

I find myself abandoned in strange efforts, again.

Same as it ever was, as crew to an unknown prototype M1.

Bespoke machinery & craftmanship, singular & alone, it's ever been thus.

Her metal. You & I.

Our adventure together.

Again, once more.

Alone to gather.

/1
Your apathy. The kind world's selfsame.

It's led to justice in slumber, where free people fall back into the chaotic seas of cruelties.

To be honest, my fellow artists, I do not think you fully comprehend this moment.

This shining confluence.

It can consume us all...

#Hagbard
#MotherAbrams

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Your mind when it craves for only simplicities...

That ain't the nature of things. Ain't the nature of what can be.

Ain't the nature of human proclivities.

To shine the light to show it as so?

Dear fucklords, still don't believe you can see...

What it has cost me.

#PaleDriver
#Bulldog469

/3
Where you & I have have fallen down the well of love for one another.

Separated. Falling ever further from one another.

The nature of this universe, this 'Verse you & I inhabit.

Its nature to forever push us apart, at ever subliminal speeds.

You cannot grasp truth if you can only see...

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My fellow artists, I don't think you fully comprehend this moment, this confluence. The fact that the human proclivity to learn only by repetition.

Done.

Been automated.

We are fucked, you & I, & we ain't never met to fully get sticky.

Confluences.

Where random strings have come together.

/1
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bsky.app/profile/karl...

Many ways, we already awash in that era. Our current era of music has culminated. Reached an end of effectiveness.

Regroup with us, troop. We gonna find those teeth, that bite.

Rage at our current storm, fellow freaks. Music is down. Art is down.

Human expression...
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