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Sunday, August 28, 2016

10

again with the albatross god is dead thing sacrificed on crossed wires making it seem to appear more stranger than it needs to be while the closet intellectuals in the crowd debate the finer points of their reasoned arguments.
who wants reason?
do your own thing, baby.
the gist of the matter overdrive toward neptune and beyond empress ring-a-ding-ding.
the incomplete failure of germanic-depressive atheistic thought stuck in the mudhead.
we told you so.

the rapid deployment of gods as we speak of no such thing.
who done it?
the victims point in all directions on earth.
the world itself is guilty.
crimes against our humanity.
full tilt hit squad in action above and beyond.
those who choose their own destiny not waiting for fate to decide.
opposite of us.
we are them.
maybe meek and lazy.
maybe indecisively thoughtful.
maybe it don't matter.
they despise us regardless.
they despise anyone not being among themselves.
what's the difference between them and the bosses of the old school?
but they are so boastfully enlightened - so they believe.
you can't tell them shit.
you can tell them that they are shit however.
you can also mind your own business and ignore them.

opposites attract, and attack.
glorification of war continuing on for ages.
have and have-nots.
blessed are the self-centered and the selfish.
theirs is the kingdom of the gods.
there is no way to be rid of them.
we are them, but they are not us.
eat it, baby.
yum.
___________

dark energy everywhere.
inside our heads even.
or not.
popular culture misinformation.
drama queens from venus.
what does this mean for us?
do we get more $$$?
that's important.
short skinny bent old woman walking by from the store with her grocery bag over her shoulder cigarette in hand.
long gray hair straight down her back.
steady determined stride.
he lights a cigarette too.

so we theorize from our base ignorance a universe with beginning and end.
a dreaming child god blowing bubbles.
a flowing stream of eternal continuing existence forever.
we cannot even observe all this universe supposedly.
does any more of it actually exist?
light that will never reach us.

and where do clowns fit into our theoretic cosmology?
laughing all the way as every good citizen should.
no more pouting complaints.
stand up.
march on.

coffee, toke, and one last piece of birthday cake which unfortunately is too dried out to eat except the icing.
hell freezing over.
heaven is hot, babe.
quit yelling at us to shut up.
go home, suckers.
everyone here is drunk making out in dark corners.
a fine mess we got ourselves into for not paying attention.
let this be a lesson.
stay in school, kids.

nodding heads in the crowd agree - this is bullshit.
whipping dead horses.
hooray.

melting mouths speaking silver tongued lies with sugar on top and a flaming cherry.
spread it wide.
come inside.
jack in the box all cranked up ready to pop like a spinning top.
WASP ideology run amok eating itself alive in a future SF dystopian aftermath.
the rise of AI.
the project is the object.
no more mr. nice guys.
cruel motivations employed by the rich and famous to protect their shares of interest in keeping everything going as is as much as possible.
alpha domination.
mistaken identities.
crowd control.
riots in the streets.
tooth extraction.
fend for ourselves.
yahoos hunt us down to kill us.
we are them to them - those of us who feel they are superior to the rest of us for some odd reason or another.
give it a rest.

somehow everything is possible somewhere somewhen over the rainbows where life is beautiful all the time.
ha-ha hee-hee ho-ho.
all the damage done.
many who can never be helped - or can they?
we are cursed with this sense of empathy toward everyone and no one.
life should not be torture.
all of us to blame - or none.
ob la di...

the magick properties of spacetime where when 0 is the center of all that is - theoretically.
what is absolute?
is it only nothing?
everything?
perhaps, or not.
wait for it.

the individual is dead.
no resurrection will touch them.
neither heaven nor hell.
in limbo land we wander wondering wonderful things that might have been.
a world filled with hatred and rage at one another.
bummer.
but people make the best of it.
climbing upward until they're among the few on top.
those on the bottom deserve to be so.
don't have what it takes to rise above.
the wheels keep turning grinding them down as is the designed intent.

0 can be determined to be anywhere everywhere.
it is 0 anything everything.
jejune reasoning among the ignorant having little to do with the situation at hand.
is violence the only answer?
the singularity of 0 becoming infinity if need be.
does it need be?
why not?
still contained relative within itself no matter how much it may expand.
there are no boundaries or limits we might imagine possible.
it is continual process.
progressive, regressive, and otherwise.
0 is the axis of reality.
yet we continue fighting.

how does he explain so much of what he does not quite understand?
he could have become the foremost authority about tree frogs if he wanted to.
he thinks about how much else he would be ignorant of instead.
him and his lazy excuses.
right now he is thinking about the implications of 0.
it takes his mind away.
an overlooked number - or non-number.
he thinks about how he could have become the foremost authority about 0 if he wanted to.
he didn't.
he could tell people he knows all about nothing.
oh well.

and furthermore...

(to be continued...)

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