part 30

fuck.
integral temperament rotting from the inside with disgusting oozing filth running down its leg staggering into town drunk with power.
look at the butterflies.
think only good happy thoughts for once.
cute kittens playing in the daisies.
death to our enemies.
it's all distraction from each other.
think.

will this be the end?
there is no end.
eternity is here now.
abundant sacred rituals in the face of danger for those who believe in that sorta thing.
as the clown continuing not p0em for no one comes to understand what the nature of everything might be - or not.
it's all in how we present ourselves.
he presents himself as someone who couldn't care less.
dress for success.
there is no success like failure.
realizing one need not do shit no more for nobody.
just hanging around on easy street.
abstract minds aplenty.
people go go go.
don't stop to look and listen.
wham!

it wears him out just watching it.
somebody must be responsible.
is it him?
responsible with all his irresponsibility.
oh no!
what will they think up next?
he'd rather no $$$ than a job like that.
and $$$ does grow on trees.
go print up some more of these.
$$$ sucking up anything of value and turning it into piles of garbage archeologists will dig through looking for signs of life.
nothing but existence.

their war machine keeps turning churning the living into dead while we go shopping.
one would think that we would think which we do but what is to be done?
line up to be shot down in the street?
vote in elections they always win no matter what side they're on?
they are everywhere.
get ahead people at any cost to others.
for us it's a kafkaesque scheme with surreal intent.
the devil's in the details of our subjective opinions of facts.
if it were to have beginning it begins at 0, yes?
we do not know what 0 is.
it cannot be detected except by its absence nor measured by any countable units infinitely large or infinitesimally small.
it's as though it doesn't exist, which it does not.
it is by its nonexistence it is known.
and all such like that and then some.

everything happens at 0.
here and now eternal place and time.
understand.
this is heaven.
chanting the names of gods atop a rubbish heap what's left of our endeavors.
this is our temple.
we may run and hide in the hills but not escape the increasing encroachment.
nature doesn't stand a chance.
we turn the fertile into desert everywhere we might go to get away.
we are long past being one with the earth until we die and become ashes and dust.
but even then we poison the earth with our bodies.
pure and clean were always illusion we destroyed everything to achieve.
now 0 will swallow us whole like a whore sucking cock.
and still it will not be the end of us.
just what the fuck?
where's the good happy thoughts in any of this?
everything at once.
ka-blam!

all engines full ahead.
here we go again.
too bad we need to fall.
decompose to feed new mutations.
do we want it all to be predictable or the mystery to remain?
good is relative, happy is illusion.
it is good the clown is happy cleaning the cat box like he needs to.
you just need a little LSD.

the things one never knows.
remain in control.
change at will.
love.
the project moves "forward" as planned.
direction is aimless.
purpose is pointless.
the corporate takeover is nearly complete.
citizen/consumer#: thp160-p
may you serve it well.
don't forget the ketchup.

everything has rules.
everything has that deviant to the rules.
all is necessary otherwise nothing happens.
maybe nothing is supposed to happen.
perfect state.
no mistakes.
0?

when the earth moves again.
nothing is left untouched unpolluted.
this world is a disgrace.
the clown used to believe in an age to come when all this becomes unnecessary and abandoned for the wild.
now he's not too sure.
an age of destruction.
dumb as fuck.
but as long as those wave their burning flags up on the hill everything is alright.
it's ok.

though everything comes crashing down.
it's ok.
though billions die.
it's ok.
evolving transformation.
we can go along with it but cannot control except it is a direct result of our collective actions.
everything is alright.
it's ok.

the others do what we pay them to do.
what do we need but next to nothing?
what do they need but next to everything?
we give them all we have to give but they  always want more.
we invent more.
we invent the project.
the object of the project is the project.
what would we be without it?
happy playing bongos in the dirt.
no one telling us we shouldn't be.
life is good.
it's ok.

but people have to get on each other telling them what is what and not what.
use your fucking imagination for once, would ya?
go away.
it's ok.

but many have so much poison running through them they cannot stop themselves.
poison ideas.
truth rotten to the core of their beliefs.
the mindless mind of the masses we are supposed to have faith in.
everything is alright.
it's ok.

nothing is free.
not the birds nor especially the bees.
wolves? hahaha...
prisoners of our survival mechanisms.
we can do nothing other than what we do.
nature nurture indoctrination.
even the controllers are controlled.
it's supposed to be this way.
everything is alright.
it's ok.

ok?