part 47 (11)
and strange wonders will happen on the face of the earth
disrupting our plans for utopia. everybody's in love with everyone else in the
whole wide world. imagine that under your hat. is this the beginning or the
end? writing epic deadpan so-called not p0em in his sleep the clown wrestles a legion
of demons. they come at him every which way which is to be expected. 11:11 they
tell him this, they tell him that, they tell him the other thing, and in total
tell him nothing that isn't nonsense that doesn't make any $$$.
everything that makes $$$ makes sense, everything else is
nonsense - guru jeff.
that about sums everything up. guru jeff doesn't always speak the truth, but when he does he hits it on the head. and what is there to add to that? nothing but more nonsense it would seem. or $$$ making madness which has always been the clown's bread and butter. that would seem strange in any other world than this one. but this is bizarro world. everything is backwards and upside down. but people behave as though that is normal as it should be. they cannot or will not imagine anything else. surprise. but why should they? they're making $$$ doing what they do. can't argue with that.
that about sums everything up. guru jeff doesn't always speak the truth, but when he does he hits it on the head. and what is there to add to that? nothing but more nonsense it would seem. or $$$ making madness which has always been the clown's bread and butter. that would seem strange in any other world than this one. but this is bizarro world. everything is backwards and upside down. but people behave as though that is normal as it should be. they cannot or will not imagine anything else. surprise. but why should they? they're making $$$ doing what they do. can't argue with that.
everything props up everything else. it all collapses as one.
there are those who would destroy rather than create or maintain. this element
of destruction needs to be preserved. everything is necessary. it all makes $$$,
and how. it all makes sense.
and the more $$$ it makes the more sense it makes until it is swallowed up by nonsense which happens time to time. the clown eats a mint chocolate chip ice cream sandwich. he is tired - tired of baloney - and everybody's full of baloney. he farts. that's what he thinks about everything.
all the fucked up people. fucked up cuz they've been fucked over. but life isn't fair. just ask the bum outside the burning theater on easy street dreaming about being the star of the show. simple things for simple minds.
and the more $$$ it makes the more sense it makes until it is swallowed up by nonsense which happens time to time. the clown eats a mint chocolate chip ice cream sandwich. he is tired - tired of baloney - and everybody's full of baloney. he farts. that's what he thinks about everything.
all the fucked up people. fucked up cuz they've been fucked over. but life isn't fair. just ask the bum outside the burning theater on easy street dreaming about being the star of the show. simple things for simple minds.
it's hot. he turns the fan on. everything is perfect for him
to thrive so far. but things can change. always changing. one thing becomes
another becomes another and so on. all with keeping of its nature.
but what is its nature when its nature is changing all the time?
is there some fundamental thing that it is that transcends through all that? and yes, there is. it is 0.
everything is nothing, nothing is everything.
but this is all make believe bullshit, yes?
but what is its nature when its nature is changing all the time?
is there some fundamental thing that it is that transcends through all that? and yes, there is. it is 0.
everything is nothing, nothing is everything.
but this is all make believe bullshit, yes?
the picture of it becomes more clear with each time passing
by in our minds.
one would think there needs to be something that is changing - transforming. and one might be wrong. would it itself be changeless? could it possibly make any $$$? it would have continuous value and that value is 0. but 0 has no value, does it not? not especially. it has value from 0 to infinity and beyond - or something like that. and it may not have anything to do with what we are writing about. it is all possibility. it's a joke. get it?
one would think there needs to be something that is changing - transforming. and one might be wrong. would it itself be changeless? could it possibly make any $$$? it would have continuous value and that value is 0. but 0 has no value, does it not? not especially. it has value from 0 to infinity and beyond - or something like that. and it may not have anything to do with what we are writing about. it is all possibility. it's a joke. get it?
it's medication time!
safe and sane. his madness somewhat under control. but under whose control? his own? the doctor's? the drug company's? aliens?
he would like to believe it's himself but he cannot be so sure. the others lurk in the shadows. there is so much he doesn't know or understand. he is astounded by the vastness of his ignorance. isn't everyone by their own? or do they avoid admitting it even to themselves cuz they're so fucking smart?
he'd rather be himself than anyone else. it's easy. who is anyone but what they pretend to be? go home, wannabes. no need for you to be here taking up space making your noise all over the place. in your face, baby.
safe and sane. his madness somewhat under control. but under whose control? his own? the doctor's? the drug company's? aliens?
he would like to believe it's himself but he cannot be so sure. the others lurk in the shadows. there is so much he doesn't know or understand. he is astounded by the vastness of his ignorance. isn't everyone by their own? or do they avoid admitting it even to themselves cuz they're so fucking smart?
he'd rather be himself than anyone else. it's easy. who is anyone but what they pretend to be? go home, wannabes. no need for you to be here taking up space making your noise all over the place. in your face, baby.
negative vibe nonsense all around him in his head. it's a
mess. no wonder he gets nothing done. he's having too much fun. but cows come
home to roost mooing all day long. who can sleep? who wants to sleep?
he has nothing to complain about but he always complains. the world is only how it can be, nothing else. they've figured out the rules for successful living, but who wants to follow? we make our way through the brush and bramble of pathless paths and hope for the best. those who choose freedom now instead of later. what a mistake we make perhaps. he would trade none of it for anything.
while now he recovers from being in the hospital for the error in his ways. but how could it have been any different? what did he know that was any different? did he want it any different? different from what?
it's all good as it is. he is content as he will be for as long as it lasts. one never knows what's up as it comes crashing down. anything can happen. anything will happen. we are the evil enemy. all the good people are against us. we are against ourselves. stay away.
he has nothing to complain about but he always complains. the world is only how it can be, nothing else. they've figured out the rules for successful living, but who wants to follow? we make our way through the brush and bramble of pathless paths and hope for the best. those who choose freedom now instead of later. what a mistake we make perhaps. he would trade none of it for anything.
while now he recovers from being in the hospital for the error in his ways. but how could it have been any different? what did he know that was any different? did he want it any different? different from what?
it's all good as it is. he is content as he will be for as long as it lasts. one never knows what's up as it comes crashing down. anything can happen. anything will happen. we are the evil enemy. all the good people are against us. we are against ourselves. stay away.
dreaming of a dream of reality. could it be as easy as that?
many seem to believe so. a dream brahma dreams together with us. and other
possibilities. snap.
the truth is vague and murky shrouded in mystery. to some there is no truth though that cannot be logically stated. a whirring in the back of his mind vibrating in his skull with love. he sighs recalling how he used to be who he thought he was and wanted to be. now it's nevermore.
peace be among you. may understanding come to all. but this is reached by thoughtful meditation upon a made up pretend god we must believe is real for its spell to work. and there's people living on the street for all that's worth. and they are punished for it. no mercy for the unforgiven. let this be a lesson for all of us. don't let it happen to you.
the truth is vague and murky shrouded in mystery. to some there is no truth though that cannot be logically stated. a whirring in the back of his mind vibrating in his skull with love. he sighs recalling how he used to be who he thought he was and wanted to be. now it's nevermore.
peace be among you. may understanding come to all. but this is reached by thoughtful meditation upon a made up pretend god we must believe is real for its spell to work. and there's people living on the street for all that's worth. and they are punished for it. no mercy for the unforgiven. let this be a lesson for all of us. don't let it happen to you.
a bowl of cereal. the
clown thinks as he also cannot think. so much goes wrong for us all. too much
to mention. but one probably knows what it is. feel it break your heart. where
does one even start to deal? no wonder so many have gone insane. it's logical.
there is too much pain.
and all he does is make up not p0em as if it were something important. an ant against an onslaught of stampeding elephants. everyone help themselves and hope for the best to come once and for all.
but why should it? it never has. there's no reasonable reason to expect it ever will. some demonic plan of an almighty god that does as it pleases - so there! we are bowling pins repeatedly knocked down for its perfect games. how boring it must be while its creatures scramble to survive as is their nature to be.
and all he does is make up not p0em as if it were something important. an ant against an onslaught of stampeding elephants. everyone help themselves and hope for the best to come once and for all.
but why should it? it never has. there's no reasonable reason to expect it ever will. some demonic plan of an almighty god that does as it pleases - so there! we are bowling pins repeatedly knocked down for its perfect games. how boring it must be while its creatures scramble to survive as is their nature to be.
but there is no god or anything like it. why should it be so
easy? it's only the void of the abyss we are left with and happenstance absurd fate.
we can laugh or cry
and it matters not. so why not enjoy whatever it might be? hahaha. let them eat skittles. yum.
and it matters not. so why not enjoy whatever it might be? hahaha. let them eat skittles. yum.
dumb idiot shit. sorry excuse for anything. that's what he's
been told ingrained within the one size fits all indoctrination propaganda.
machine never be any good to nobody. back in the experimental days when no one
knows what the fuck could happen next. us on the front lines of a future supposing
and speculating everything.
if all is true then what is true? what is that which appears to be what it seems to be? make believe questions for make believe answers. time for us is shallow. what will be around the next bend?
if all is true then what is true? what is that which appears to be what it seems to be? make believe questions for make believe answers. time for us is shallow. what will be around the next bend?
we end up dancing here by accident, glitches in the perfect perfected
plagiaristic program as if there could be anything existing as that. everything
changes in different ways. strange animal sounds electric glowing seeping walls
of increased shame residing in ego inflated desires and fears. to protect the
office while subverting the office. what? redundant episodes of reality
inserted into our fantastic fantasies driving us wild crazy.
it's medication time!
pills provided by the state. don't hesitate. and don't be late.
succumb to the powers that be delegate united for all for one.
styrofoam suffering never death no more within the cycles of living.
we describe another world far from this one, yet so near.
we end up where we belong amid the stragglers seeing one another strange.
if he knew what he is thinking then.
if he knew what he is thinking now.
typing out a report to the committee though it more than probably will never be read by a committee that does not exist. fat chance. onward the clown types anyway enjoying the continual motion of thoughts from mind to screen. any transfer of data from one location to another of spacetime. he sometimes understands so much for knowing so little. another dream dreaming. watch it escape high to heaven where the good folk doth dwell to gaze down upon us suffering in a steaming stew of our own juices. suffering in terrible ecstasy as is the plan to rise above as we had imagined since a beginningless beginning like the cowards we are among people of steel.
a nice gig if we can get it.
it's medication time!
pills provided by the state. don't hesitate. and don't be late.
succumb to the powers that be delegate united for all for one.
styrofoam suffering never death no more within the cycles of living.
we describe another world far from this one, yet so near.
we end up where we belong amid the stragglers seeing one another strange.
if he knew what he is thinking then.
if he knew what he is thinking now.
typing out a report to the committee though it more than probably will never be read by a committee that does not exist. fat chance. onward the clown types anyway enjoying the continual motion of thoughts from mind to screen. any transfer of data from one location to another of spacetime. he sometimes understands so much for knowing so little. another dream dreaming. watch it escape high to heaven where the good folk doth dwell to gaze down upon us suffering in a steaming stew of our own juices. suffering in terrible ecstasy as is the plan to rise above as we had imagined since a beginningless beginning like the cowards we are among people of steel.
a nice gig if we can get it.
i am amazed at how important most people think
they and their insignificant scribblings are in a world where even life has no
value - guru jeff.
we must sadly agree this is true even though we could be the target of it.
does life have any more value when we add our words to it? a resounding no echoes throughout the temple interior - and that is that. yet we continue to write our words as if they are an infamous epic out of proportion with itself. glory be to us. we are them. fix it up neat and clean as they want us to confess all our crimes they accuse us of. admit we are evil. but we will tell all and nothing. who will know the difference? climb into the sky. don't wonder why. that's how we become lost.
hyper-patriotic nationalism. faith in sacred burning flags up on the hill in another world reality from ours based in our imagination situational reflex-a-bob thing.
everything taken care of in the Ď‹ber-security-state at large. if it can be done, it will be done - except anything threatening to the established status quo will be eliminated with the changing of the guard. the twitching hour. crawl on your hands and knees to the foundation of the throne that overflowth the golden waters. is something wrong?
we must sadly agree this is true even though we could be the target of it.
does life have any more value when we add our words to it? a resounding no echoes throughout the temple interior - and that is that. yet we continue to write our words as if they are an infamous epic out of proportion with itself. glory be to us. we are them. fix it up neat and clean as they want us to confess all our crimes they accuse us of. admit we are evil. but we will tell all and nothing. who will know the difference? climb into the sky. don't wonder why. that's how we become lost.
hyper-patriotic nationalism. faith in sacred burning flags up on the hill in another world reality from ours based in our imagination situational reflex-a-bob thing.
everything taken care of in the Ď‹ber-security-state at large. if it can be done, it will be done - except anything threatening to the established status quo will be eliminated with the changing of the guard. the twitching hour. crawl on your hands and knees to the foundation of the throne that overflowth the golden waters. is something wrong?
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