We are throwing down TRUTH, straight from the street today.
El Camino, in espanol, for my Raider Nation, Brown Pride thugs.
We are going to ‘throw down’ real world knowledge, not theoretical jargon, TODAY.
Enter. The. Abyss.
In poker, 5th St. is the last card turned over.
The last chance for you to IMPROVE your hand.
The cold, HARD, reality is that sometimes, your hand still isn’t good enough by the river.
You may LOSE the hand…but you know that the dealer’s shuffle changes everything…
and you are one hand away from a WINNER.
“Action players, cometh forth. Weak-tights, its time to exit the building,” thus sayeth the Poker Gods.
“Time,” shouts a perplexed pawn, who hasn’t played a hand in two hours…
Step outside of the MONEY-GAME MATRIX, for a moment, o fellow risk taker…I know you want the red pill…
Follow me to the dark corner of 5th. St, in our ‘MIND’S EYE’.
Here on 5th and Minds Eye…
The DECK symbolizes the possibilities.
Except you control the shuffle…
The SHOWDOWN crowns a victor,
either your higher self, or the little man inside you that says ‘I can’t’.
Your playing HEADS UP against your own doubts, fears, and limitations.
So, here it is…the SUMMATION…
Remember, that leather ass on the other side of the table called TIME on me, several stanzas ago…
When you fly high with us, OUTSIDE OF the mathematical jailhouse of the gambling system…
“Out of every APPARENT loss, bad beat, and mistake comes a greater state of order.”
Put that in your pipe and SMOKE IT…
Flying high, naturally,
Chris Bielke
The Gambling Morpheus
