part 82 -

nothing but existence.

we continue as the clown typing not p0em chewing bubblegum feeling vibrations of peace, love, and understanding for no reason he can now think of or imagine why it is so while others are in great despair.
this crazy mixed up world.
but he remembers dark nights banging his own head against the walls while no one cared.
now he doesn't seem to care.
he cannot help them.
they'll have to help themselves like he had to.
if they want to.
he doesn't get it - never did and never will.
everything is beyond him out of his grasp.
everything is made of glass.

he does everything backwards upside inside out and down - sideways.
every possibility imagined to be, if it is or is not.
he's wrong more often than right.
a tale told by an idiot who knows no better.

awakening.
drinking bitter coffee.
a cigarette.
and it's medication time.
the same routines.

endless streams of dirty plastic bottles washing down to the sea.
how has it come to this?
celebrate.
the old days and old ways are gone, except for the few among us who still hold on.
decide.

one thing about the future is it keeps coming at us, new shit, old shit, whatever shit, good or bad.
more coffee.
sun coming out from an overcast sky.
it's no wonder we invented and worshipped gods.
look at the ways and means of the earth awhile - the earth, not the world.
the earth we are destroying with our world.
too bad.
it is bringing about our own destruction.

nothing new to anyone.
many may care.
few will act.
but what is there to do?
the problem resides in the billions who are just trying to make enough $$$ to live on and have stuff - to pursue increasingly distant happiness as more and more of the earth becomes covered with the world's toxic garbage.
oh boy.
fun.

so, it's all in his head.
darkness of mind.
a flickering candle of consciousness.
blow it out.
find out what it's all about.
or not.
hold on tight, here we go.
yahoo.

it's always work, and work and work.
he don't work right - doesn't get along with others.
but that's their problem, not his.
his problem is them.
every one of them assuming command.
who?
what?

take a pill, have a thrill.
it's all downhill from here.
look up to the sky and wonder why.
why not?

so, according to our theory of everything all is particle-waveforms flying dancing around around composed of spacetime.
not in spacetime, but OF spacetime.
spacetime is not some stationary grid with objects within it.
spacetime is a fluid dynamic organism thing in constant vibrating motion composing objects out of itself.
or not.

disgusting.
there is no end to the universe except everywhere especially including wherever there might be a restaurant poised on the edge of reality as we know it, baby.
and each end is also a beginning, and vice versa.
but we know this by now.

everything is a banana and god is a magic monkey.
what is space and/or time without anything to measure them by?
it will soon be realized that einstein was an idiot.
hooray for idiots.
we might even save the world, if the world is able to be saved.
saved for what - a rainy day?
gadzooks.