awakening.
drizzling morning.
coffee, toke, cigarette.
coughing profusely.
these are the end of times as he knows it.
suicide bingo.
pet the kitty.

the "guy" (?) in the truck comes around to pick up the trash behind the scenes but out in the open.
rationalogic denial of imaginary reality unreported by the media of the masses.
the experiment continues.
algorithmic programming manipulations.
frustrated rage.
disappointing expectations.
it all becomes true.

0903 -
tippy top secrets.
con-artistic skills.
behold!

still on a beach of an island in the eye of a storm raging on an otherwise calm sea.
the sea is abused sick starving neglected humanity.
watching the waves in this perfect moment now.
and now sun comes out as dissipating morning clouds move apart.
a nice winter day in the middle of summer.
and the purpose of it is - what?
purpose is motive.
is there motive?
surrender?

many seem to believe that is the only possibility.
perhaps.
the adversary is that which will never surrender but must be defeated.
perhaps.
long ago wisdom.
to the hell of ages ever burning with joyful anguish of desire and fear.
ON/OFF

let it be it is it and/or not it as whichever state it might happen be in.
everything everywhere everywhen.
wandering wondering along twisty turny pathless paths toward unreachable destinations as the journey is the destination.
would you like a turnip?
let us now peer into the abyss.
we sing and dance.
we fall down.
we laugh.

we do not not believe as much as it is we do not understand.
doubt lightens our hearts into seemingly feeling to fly free.
beware - dire consequences may ensue in hilarious proportions.
this tragic comedy we are acting out performing on the stage of the burning theater.
or is it comedic tragedy?
it could go either way or sideways taking a left at the next light.
let's get outta here.