part 108 -

the clown continuing typing not p0em cuz he ain't no poet which is the thing of it. it is it, unless it is not it. that happens at odd times it seems. how does one tell the difference? it's not something you can look up in a book or journal or magazine or some such. a shrieking scream comes from the attic as one comes to realize that it being it or it being not it is inconsequential for most purposes.
nevermind.
it all has to do with property and who owns what and if you can't defend it then it becomes someone else's property. war is either the failure or the success of capitalism.
for now we'll skip that question and come back to it later if there's time and if we remember.
a toke and a cigarette.
710

so all that goes.
police shooting to kill everyone and everything.
interesting. the pigs are in control, no one can oppose them. they have the might and the will and the $$$. we are all scattered leaves in the wind. better to be us than them. who wants to be a pig?
we fit into nooks and crannies. we can be difficult to find, especially if one does not know what one is looking for - or at.
we are in undisclosed locations around about. some clearly in the open. who are we? what do we want? good questions. will we ever know any answers?

people living in dreams of being in heaven or hell without having the sense to know one from the other and realizing they are surrounded by both. it's a choice they make, often in ignorance of what's the deal.
what's the deal is that if we find and maintain a center in our minds we can perceive that everything is the same similar vibrations everywhere everywhen to and from everything and everything else. we lose sight of the karmic wheels turning on/off off/on that create what appears to be reality and might very well be reality of sorts and then some magick besides. one never knows what the fuck anything might be until we decide for ourselves and believe in it as truth absolute and everlasting.

truth is waves on a beach ever changing yet always the same throughout the universe as much as we know about which may be a small sliver of how much we can detect of the boundless whole of it reaching toward infinity.
everything being particle-waveforms or some such thing. it's whatever we find and imagine it to be.
everything is metaphors of something it is like but something that it is not. a whim of gods abundant.
and something beneath the surface of what we are able to perceive even with our enhancing devices delving in toward the unknown infinitesimal regions of spacetime, if it even is spacetime anymore at that point. and so on it goes here in the middle of everything, the exact center being our mind's eye according to our theory of everything.

as she is led to be beheaded for murdering her husband with a kitchen knife slitting his throat in his sleep, her last words are a call to women everywhere who could hear to follow her footsteps.
hooray!
the time has come for the great slaughter of humanity by humanity on every street in every town until the losers are all dead and the victors are exhausted but content as cattle believing they are wolves - haha.
it makes no difference. what's done is done. we are satisfied with the results. the machinery of the project continues toward its object monitoring free speech thoughtcrime along the way as the robots have taken over this task as we had expected.
the clown has become tired. he will sleep now.

awakening to a same different world. he looks around trying to notice how it may have shifted this time. it always seems to. he no longer wonders what it might mean but keeps the possibilities open for now and then again as usual as previously stated in not poem and elsewhere where the clown babbles his mind out. it's a true and fine art. the deception of not p0etry.

pet the kitty. that's the way it goes here now, the only place and time existing anywhere anytime we might go. imagine that under your hat, eh?
but this has been discussed before as well. so has everything it might seem in a dream of dreaming about falling outta bed but not really compared to this stubborn reality we find ourselves in that many seek escape which we wish them bon voyage and don't come back. they are more trouble than they are worth - but then, so are we. so is all humanity.

coffee and ginger snaps, a toke, a cigarette.917 and it's medication time.
11:11
everything explained in terms of $$$ - how much it will take, how much it will make. the project is expensive. no one knows exactly what it is though they work at it all the time at work and play. ribbons on packages left near the door. who brought them? what do they mean? is this some sorta threat? are they good or evil? etc.
show us what ya got. do it now.

4/4
push and shove world with people all trying to get anywhere they can to survive. people unrealizing it's a joke - or is it? dead serious. perceptions by calculations of a rationalogic mind aware of itself doing so.
the irrationalogic mind doth fly far and high from ±0. the mind shift/ship is ready to go instantly and forever. a blithering idiot knows not but suspects everything and everyone.
being a soul perhaps everlasting is funny. eggplant. it is a moth to a flame blowing in the wind. but what do we know? perhaps more than one might suspect, even ourselves. public pool danger zone. where is our faith now?

the clown imagines about all what god must be. it's fun to think. dance how you want to. there is no turning around. once you're in, you're in. all of you, off with your heads.
the clown writes not p0em on water. ripples on the surface only fish can understand twinkling in sunlight. the easy time of it. eat smaller fish, get eaten by larger fish.
and we're fortunate ones to come out relatively reasonably intact as it should be but mostly is not for the many suffering in this world run over by our collective greed such that it is.
can we take credit for our gain? yet we are blamed for our loss.
the clown sleeps.

awakening.
coffee, toke, cigarette, poop - and it's medication time. the day begins with a whimper as an imaginary spaceship hovers nearby. the clown imagines more about what god must be. it doesn't seem to him that it is as it has been described by others. it is more, more than anything else - even itself. it is also less, so much less that it disappears. it disappears being so much more as well. it disappears everywhere everywhen but in the exact center of our mind.
and what does it mean when god disappears? by god disappearing everything appears (and vice versa). don't you "see"? it's so simple and easy, yet can take a lifetime to entirely understand.

the stories of saints manufactured to convince others to believe. all the tricks of the trade employed and more invented. the suckers line up outside the doors waiting for them to open around the world turning toward and away from the sun at the same time bringing their $$$ to pay for the privilege. what?

but that is religion, it is not necessarily god. the 2 do not always go together. this is nothing new. nothing is new. one never knows. everything is nothing is everything...11-5...and here the clown loses his train of thought. it leaves the station without him. he sits on a bench and imagines his way home in a spin.

is everything thoughtcrime now?
penny candy memories. witnessing the world from experience. programmable child sex dolls. aliens are imaginary in our dimensional plane, visiting our minds tuned to certain frequencies that are sometimes difficult to attain and maintain. the 11th dimension is a trip to behold. watch out. don't hit your heads on anything.

h

ot dog.
Ω‽ 222 x |the unblemished go to the gods. the most blemished go to the poor. whack a quack. we have seen so many wonders while being alone to ourselves with no one else around to confirm or deny what could be make believe stories.
something amuck among us we imagine sitting on a beach which is quite imaginary to discuss strange absurd ideas about what the fuck whatever we want from what comes to mind this late in the day watching the grass grow while contemplating our navels and such as we have been told but never been given an explanation and so on it goes. pet the kitty. however, many amazing experiences we are having along the ways and means of pathless paths toward whatever infinity is the furthest we will never reach but always pursuing our happiness never ending in a moment now here.
cosmic darling too good to be true all for you and your customized desires. black sun in the sky out in space and time forever until it is no more. what can be no more? how is this done? no creation nor destruction of elementary stuff. everything continues and changing from one form to another. when everything turns to fire and the fire goes out. heat is banished from existence. heat is not a thing but a state of things - motion. motion eventually stops cold, supposedly. everything would disappear without being destroyed according to our theory of everything. what do we know?

hahaha.
a roller coaster ride through a haunted funhouse. hear the screams. hear the laughter. it's an experience one will find nowhere else but here now. none of the higher or lower worlds have what we got, baby. that's what the war is all about.
itchy.
but so far motion has yet to cease. so far it is perpetual, from no beginning to no end.
the perfection of gods so sublime that they feel nothing. they come here for the pleasure and pain, for the joy and sorrow, for the life and death. they come here to be physical. their ethereal existence becomes such a drag.
been there, done that, baby. this is the fucking life.