part 101/???

an ugly music boring into his brain boom boom boom. is this about love? crying all the time being so tough. welcome home.

but love love love love love radiating from our hearts and minds, and all that glittering propaganda flibber flabber.

everyone needs to be free.
everybody is awesome in their own particular way if we get to know them, but not always.
we know not.

they tell us we are chasing after nothing (±0). but don't we decide what is nothing to us and what is not? until the CIA gets involved. who knows what they could be up to? maybe even they do not know despite with all their nazi/zionist illuminati $$$-making secret schemes perpetrated on the rest of us many without knowing and bragging about how they are free.

free free free as can be be be anyone can see with eye fixed right by love that we feel even with no love received by us to ourselves. phony ass shit going down around here, baby, but who can tell the difference?

peace aum peace chanting for the grumbling masses trampled underfoot by machines they do not seem to understand.
magick action figures at the ready. let's hope they work. do we have that much faith? what does it take? 2 spoons in the morning, one (1) at night.

and this does not include coming to understanding via our gazorbnik the one gift the clown has for humanity that is rejected by now and again like so much heavenly dog shit. what else might we expect from those not in the know?

those rejected at the gate who cannot get themselves through to the other side where the grass is definitely greener as it appears to our watchful eye gazing for enemies of the state. they are everywhere. they could be anyone. look out.

we expect an explosion in our minds but it rarely happens that way but the same old thing day after day until one realizes this is it as it has always appeared to us before. it's a potential garden if one looks for it where it might be found.

a tiny flashing white light appears and disappears. the war over the minds of the people on the street walking by eye on phones listening to the latest be-bop thing going on and all that.
your same basic end of the world scenarios coming true all around us with war toward peace, hate toward love, ignorance toward understanding. what a way to go. to be opposite, at peace with peace, in love with love, understanding with understanding making us the enemy. huh? that is what we are told broadcast in the media day after day to those watching around us. their loud lies, and our quiet truth, and our bad breath and drooping eye. all with splendid array of festive colors not meaningful in the faraway zones where obedience still reigns all buttery and delicious dripping on your chin.

everything done for the sake of love which many do not believe and/or do not want to happen. they have their own power schemes to themselves. we sit around and drink vodka eating black licorice and watching porn. we drift asleep sleeping dreaming collapsing into singularities buzzing like flies.
±0?

have we lied? of course we have are being lied to ourselves for all we know about fancy spy networks going on every sector level with constant frustrations of the abused sick starving neglected peoples at large heretofore mentioned before after some ruckus in the operations room we have never discovered what it is that has intrigued us this whole while of our lives. yahoo.

]_[* the current dilemmas progressively hurtful to our own self-interests as if we have any with us being ego-free individual units in peace and love as we are with near perfect understanding sabine consciousness machines. choke on it.
extravagant reflexes to the bottom of the sea where we escape doldrums of inescapable thinking how much $$$ we got now, bitch.

we wander pathless paths through an abandoned wilderness where we should not watch tv nor listen to the radio under a waxing 1/2 moon rising. this is an emergency. someone shooting your fucking face off if you're lucky. mutilated and roasted alive like a common pig. that's what they must want us to be afraid of about. we can't get enough of it. rosy ducky land we cannot seem to get out of no matter what forbidden magick spell we use for our vile purposes against the current 93 regime. what?

when we rise to power, who among us is eliminated? there is always a sacrifice, don't you know? stay classy. stay on course. be who you really are; beauty queen scorched earth. feel blessed that you are not among those who do not understand - do not understand - do not understand...|| |||LOVE

everybody's a killer. everybody's dead. this is how the world ends? full scale mondo riot going on. grab the food. grab the guns. grab the drugs. grab the tvs. a wonderful time to be alive. let's go. there's no time to be late.

terrific. how humble can you go, baby. go get that humble stick out. lay it on the ground. let's see how humble you get around. cue the laugh track. it's a joke, don't you see? a joke few understand who engage in whatnot with full seriousness afloat to kill without flinching to eat.

slow down. what's to understand? the clown walks about the house trailing oxygen hose to go have more coffee, a toke, a cigarette. another day is here. it's medication time.

does 1 conceptually preexist itself? who else troubles themselves with these bothersome thoughts? but it's no trouble at all. the devil made him do it. a devil demon calling itself gazorbnik. hahaha. depart hence. but demons know only mischief, marching through the gates of heaven and hell to that reality. how much could be true or not? school bus blues.

the "central" aspect of everything is ±0 in and outta existence. find that within where the eye spies. we have given up on most anything else it would appear. concealed weapons funtime jamboree. the proper attitude. donut head.
another cigarette.

chanting the name of jah for all it's worth undertaking the 5th orb thing around about the place of palaces bitter and decaying false religions to the truth of our own if we had any, but do we? what is our god now? what name should we call it? no need to get hung up about it at the expense of enjoying life which many do not seem to be able to do for whatever reasons or not.
the drugged up parakeet staggering in its cage much like we do without realizing. we live the life ever so strange to us searching for anything that might seem familiar from home we cannot remember.
the faith of the masses is encouraged (demanded?) as long as they do not disturb the peace if any can be found.
perhaps this is a bad idea?