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- bananas.
awakening from a nap brewing coffee having a toke smoking a cigarette sitting before the computer typing out not poem.
don't forget wild dogs running loose in the streets.
but for now he has coffeecake.
11:11
has he been that far off about most everything?
is he anywhere close?
maybe so and he doesn't know it.
queequeg symbiosis effect.
he doesn't know what that might mean.
hoochie coochie?
just wanna have fun.
is that a crime?
has it always been?
people arguing politics and religion and science, etc.
celebrities put out their opinions through their publicists.
we try to keep outta the crossfire.
good fucking luck.
for some reason he smells pizza.
more coffee, another cigarette.
it's happening now.
holy fuck-a-doodle.
hooray for our side which is a side sitting on a fence as if we are untouched by it all passing away.
it makes sense in a non-euclidian geometrical sorta way where parallel lines meet in the center of our heads.
think about it.
get some perspective.
not anything that hasn't been noticed before.
mystical metaphysical mysteries.
who knows what's real anymore?
an existential age come and gone.
nihilism too.
and all those who fall back on faith alone when everything they think is right from wrong.
faith in anything and everything.
wishing back to simpler times.
school's out and nobody's got anyplace to go.
don't you know?
everything is dead and gone.
each time around around something new and/or different about it.
never ever repeating.
dreaming the world.
everything in oppositional contrast with everything else to define it as anything we might perceive with our senses and imagination.
dig?
getting fat.
that's where it's at.
pig roast.
we are them, but them ain't us.
who's who in this fucking zoo?
we fly outta there then to here now.
magick makes it happen.
here now being an island in the eye of a storm raging on an otherwise calm sea.
the sea is humanity.
a garden within the forest of dreams.
a beach with waves shifting the sands.
the imaginary city - light as day, dark as night.
gazorbnik everywhere everywhen in everything.
gazorbnik - the one thing we never know what it is, not even the gods.
just some word popping in his head - kinda sorta like.
he sleeps.
and sitting at the counter at the diner scribbling not poem into a notebook thinking about the state of whatnot with a triple shot mocha at hand happy as pie for the moment here now though everything changes though somehow it appears not to as if by magick which maybe not too many seem to think about with much more important things weighing on their lightweight minds.
and all that's been discovered and sorta explained in some manner but missing parts of itself nodding horses in the larger gestalt of it which anyone might overlook at some point in desperation mickey moused from an odd assortment of irregularities refusing to participate incognito to itself forthcoming of divine injustice whereupon we perceive through the darkness of our souls.
thinking of something else again relevant only to those also assuming to pursue unusual prospects of nothingness as we skip along through tax loopholes glowing in the sunshine beaming from space is the place to embark to wonder about space itself what a wonderful thing it is transmitting spectrum of light throughout the universe as it seems to our way of thinking.
if everyone would behave themselves and get along even if they still disagreed with one another would be ok by us.
then he thinks about a cow - no cow in particular, but the idea of cow.
the self of self gazing into a reflecting pool at a flower and such like 1001 suicides displaying on the video screens over and over 24/7 while we laugh and laugh at the dead poses floating by like a herd of sea snakes as he's thinking about ordering something to eat like maybe shrimp or something else yummy.
which he does.
he then packs up his shit and comes home.
and naps.
awakening to the reality of still being here still being whatever it is he is which there are many theories about perplexing the issue into other forms beyond our perceived dimensions convinced there is some sorta deception involved we play on ourselves to make it all work out to our expectations with our starter philosophy kits spilled onto the dirty floor of our communal hut stopped and frisked spending time in oblivious thought when we have our greatest illuminations of all space and time that we know about which he thinks about how ignorant we still are with all our supposed knowledge bogging up the works of our minds until we can't think straight no more as if ever we could anyway.
backhanded twist around toward other shapes of experience if need be unless we forgo the conclusions we have in mind immediately remembered.
writing in miscellaneous coded transmissions.
be careful what you read.
it could mean anything.
dynamic impulse retrofitted onto the rotting putrid corpse laying on a roof alongside common sense opinion diverging from the normal procedures under these circumstances.
do with it what thou wilted lovers of romanticizing past events before the advent of a new era of chicken chokers as has always been and will be our human history thus far and wide and ready to go.
the provocation of circumstances beyond our threshold of understanding squat be that as it may and/or may not.
on/off.
0 and 1 may be infinitely apart or not (though not might be infinitesimally infinite with angels dancing with glow in the dark sparkling hula hoops, and so on...).
groove on.
|||||||||||||||)---------
it's medication time.
begin without beginning the oz machine.
let it be as it may.
all the dismaying wonder of the obvious.
multiple singular organisms.
- bananas.
awakening from a nap brewing coffee having a toke smoking a cigarette sitting before the computer typing out not poem.
don't forget wild dogs running loose in the streets.
but for now he has coffeecake.
11:11
has he been that far off about most everything?
is he anywhere close?
maybe so and he doesn't know it.
queequeg symbiosis effect.
he doesn't know what that might mean.
hoochie coochie?
just wanna have fun.
is that a crime?
has it always been?
people arguing politics and religion and science, etc.
celebrities put out their opinions through their publicists.
we try to keep outta the crossfire.
good fucking luck.
for some reason he smells pizza.
more coffee, another cigarette.
it's happening now.
holy fuck-a-doodle.
hooray for our side which is a side sitting on a fence as if we are untouched by it all passing away.
it makes sense in a non-euclidian geometrical sorta way where parallel lines meet in the center of our heads.
think about it.
get some perspective.
not anything that hasn't been noticed before.
mystical metaphysical mysteries.
who knows what's real anymore?
an existential age come and gone.
nihilism too.
and all those who fall back on faith alone when everything they think is right from wrong.
faith in anything and everything.
wishing back to simpler times.
school's out and nobody's got anyplace to go.
don't you know?
everything is dead and gone.
each time around around something new and/or different about it.
never ever repeating.
dreaming the world.
everything in oppositional contrast with everything else to define it as anything we might perceive with our senses and imagination.
dig?
getting fat.
that's where it's at.
pig roast.
we are them, but them ain't us.
who's who in this fucking zoo?
we fly outta there then to here now.
magick makes it happen.
here now being an island in the eye of a storm raging on an otherwise calm sea.
the sea is humanity.
a garden within the forest of dreams.
a beach with waves shifting the sands.
the imaginary city - light as day, dark as night.
gazorbnik everywhere everywhen in everything.
gazorbnik - the one thing we never know what it is, not even the gods.
just some word popping in his head - kinda sorta like.
he sleeps.
and sitting at the counter at the diner scribbling not poem into a notebook thinking about the state of whatnot with a triple shot mocha at hand happy as pie for the moment here now though everything changes though somehow it appears not to as if by magick which maybe not too many seem to think about with much more important things weighing on their lightweight minds.
and all that's been discovered and sorta explained in some manner but missing parts of itself nodding horses in the larger gestalt of it which anyone might overlook at some point in desperation mickey moused from an odd assortment of irregularities refusing to participate incognito to itself forthcoming of divine injustice whereupon we perceive through the darkness of our souls.
thinking of something else again relevant only to those also assuming to pursue unusual prospects of nothingness as we skip along through tax loopholes glowing in the sunshine beaming from space is the place to embark to wonder about space itself what a wonderful thing it is transmitting spectrum of light throughout the universe as it seems to our way of thinking.
if everyone would behave themselves and get along even if they still disagreed with one another would be ok by us.
then he thinks about a cow - no cow in particular, but the idea of cow.
the self of self gazing into a reflecting pool at a flower and such like 1001 suicides displaying on the video screens over and over 24/7 while we laugh and laugh at the dead poses floating by like a herd of sea snakes as he's thinking about ordering something to eat like maybe shrimp or something else yummy.
which he does.
he then packs up his shit and comes home.
and naps.
awakening to the reality of still being here still being whatever it is he is which there are many theories about perplexing the issue into other forms beyond our perceived dimensions convinced there is some sorta deception involved we play on ourselves to make it all work out to our expectations with our starter philosophy kits spilled onto the dirty floor of our communal hut stopped and frisked spending time in oblivious thought when we have our greatest illuminations of all space and time that we know about which he thinks about how ignorant we still are with all our supposed knowledge bogging up the works of our minds until we can't think straight no more as if ever we could anyway.
backhanded twist around toward other shapes of experience if need be unless we forgo the conclusions we have in mind immediately remembered.
writing in miscellaneous coded transmissions.
be careful what you read.
it could mean anything.
dynamic impulse retrofitted onto the rotting putrid corpse laying on a roof alongside common sense opinion diverging from the normal procedures under these circumstances.
do with it what thou wilted lovers of romanticizing past events before the advent of a new era of chicken chokers as has always been and will be our human history thus far and wide and ready to go.
the provocation of circumstances beyond our threshold of understanding squat be that as it may and/or may not.
on/off.
0 and 1 may be infinitely apart or not (though not might be infinitesimally infinite with angels dancing with glow in the dark sparkling hula hoops, and so on...).
groove on.
|||||||||||||||)---------
it's medication time.
begin without beginning the oz machine.
let it be as it may.
all the dismaying wonder of the obvious.
multiple singular organisms.
collective individuals.
etc.
how do we unentangle ourselves?
do we want to?
but we all want to be free free free.
don't we?
what is the final reality?
what do we perceive and experience?
how can there be a final reality when there is no end to anything?
this doesn't make no sense.
if it does, we don't get it.
and he sleeps.
etc.
how do we unentangle ourselves?
do we want to?
but we all want to be free free free.
don't we?
what is the final reality?
what do we perceive and experience?
how can there be a final reality when there is no end to anything?
this doesn't make no sense.
if it does, we don't get it.
and he sleeps.
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