part 54 (9)

blood of the fathers splintering teeth in mouth to depart the scene like nobody's business as we have stated so many times it's absurd which we also have stated to its point of redundancy among us such that people turn away becoming bored with everything including themselves into forgetfulness sublime awakening at last to the vision of the lord most high higher highest above all else that was is will be as sunlight brightly shines in through the window against the blinds and the absent ouija board in cosmic space and time forthcoming for the mass of the masses understanding little of what's happening but that they need to obey quick and easy down at the burning theater not knowing what the lyrics of the songs they sing mean or not without a thought either for or against the rising tide come to wash their castles far away from this reality into infinite skies of amazing wonder.

what a mess this has become with most of us on the run from society and its demands and bio-chips in our hands to track us wherever we might go not like there's any place no more to get away free and clear.
let's have another beer.
let us know when we are liberated from ourselves.
hail victory.
but there is still no one to surrender to.
empty space.
time is monkey.
the clown don't know why or how any of this may or may not be true.
is it true for everyone?
some would tell us that truth is universal or else it's not truth.
we're ok with that.
truth is make believe anyhow - or not.
looking for someone anyone to tell us what's right and what's wrong.
no one seems to care.
we decide on our own until someone with a big stick tells us different.
that's it.
that's what's going on, baby.
ZA

the honesty of dishonesty wherever we go these days like licking tongues of reptile violations seeming to underscore many improbable possibilities much the clown doesn't comprehend but understands.
the clown worries about people how they're doing, how they survive, and shit.
doesn't want nobody to have no harm.
good people, bad people it don't matter.
everybody deserves a chance.
but to those who play the game that others are the enemy.
knock them down, keep them down.
what a way to run a world.
this is the best the gods could do?
ha.
fuck the gods then.

but he sits gazing out the window at a sunny day in the summertime wondering about all that goes on that makes sense in a sideways sort of way.
or does it?
yes/no/maybe.
we shall see.
the wisteria needs pruning and everything needs watering.
he's still too disabled to do any of it.
damn.
heart and lungs.
brain.
he goes to the kitchen to find what's to eat and to do his exercises.
all the good and evil in the world.
hotcha.
all good little children go to hell.
what does anyone else expect?
mercy? forgiveness? salvation?
suckers.
how much $$$ do you have is the only question you should be asking yourself.
the gods love $$$.
we all love $$$.
anyone who tells you different is a liar and/or a fool.
come as you are.
everybody's here now but you.
what's the deal with that?
maybe no deal at all.
maybe just the way events turn out to be.
sadness.

terrible posture.
terrible teeth.
terrible smell.
be all you can be.
more coffee.
gulp.
yum.
tasty beans.
the clown thinks about his friend who is now out on the street along with millions of others.
his friend has dementia.
he doesn't know where he is a lot of the time.
oh boy.
the clown can't think of what to do.
the house is full as it is.
dreamtime follies.
everybody's lost to themselves except of course those who know it all who are lost to some higher ideal of whatever, not like us unenlightened folk who are asleep in our ignorance according to them.
oh well.
pet the kitty.
it's medication time!

hooray for ignorance - ignoring everything everyone everywhere everywhen.
who wants any part of it, what they do?
not us - not the clown.
our little bit of bliss.
but no one believes us.
they're all on the go - more more more faster faster faster.
nothing else matters.
cryptic clock stopping on a dime.
everything composed of clichés.
going to the dentist to have a tooth pulled.
fun.

and he returns minus a tooth.
no big deal but he's never had a tooth pulled before.
he was a dental extraction virgin.
sitting before the computer contemplating the universe which probably does not return the favor but maybe so.
is it all connected consciousness as many would have us believe?
or is it meaningless whatever whatnot as others would try to convince us it is.
or is it something altogether different than we might ever imagine?
and why should he care what?
he doesn't really, just thinking about the possibilities involved proposed by various people around the planet.
many more than he knows, from folk tales to scientific theory and such spinning around around like nobody's business in a whirlwind of imaginary stuff and nonsense - wheee...???

bloody cotton gauze.
drop dead smiles of passers-by.
the clown knows not.
exclamation!
the whole pointlessness of it anymore.
he cannot remember it being any different.
people all excited about it though.
what do they know that he doesn't?
or maybe he knows something they don't, but that's doubtful.
he just never has seen anything about this world that really interests him.
monsters maybe.
sex, drugs, rock and roll.
trees.
gazing dreaming out the window thinking about various shit and stuff.
nothing that makes $$$.
oh well.
poor all his life.
he didn't mind too much.
his imagination took control.
nothing else is worth the time and effort beyond what it takes to survive in a world that admires and rewards success at any cost to others who only get in the way.
and blah blah blah and so forth on until the end of time.