WHAT THE FUCK???

at what point does one just give up?
at what point does one not give up?
what's the difference?

in a pleasure land of desperate hope we devise our schemes.
to heck with everyone else.
fuck 'em.

having a wonderful time, wish you were here - except for the fights that break out around the wishing well we have been trying to avoid for some time now and then as we can.
you have to believe it to see it.
that's the easy part.
once you see it you won't believe it.

people are insane.
we are insane.
it adds up to nothing.

being here now sitting before the computer hunched over the keyboard typing out not poem.
gazorbnik, a word that means nothing such that it might mean anything.
it's not that important.
except for us who feel gazorbnik means everything as we are gazorbniking our lives away.
is that important?
for many interested in what we do such that they may tell us we are wrong.
and they usually always have a plan for us to follow in order to get it right.
we can then be on their side.
gold bricks for the streets of heaven, a disneyland of eternal wonder.
the trash truck comes around.
he lights another cigarette.

the folly of gazorbnik astounds us.
awakening.
opening our eye to new ridiculous perceptions.
we sing and dance.
we fall down.
we laugh.

we are useless bums to society.
we just hang around anywhere anytime it might be allowed.
there's always someone to tell us what to do/not do.
on/off.
blinking in astonishment.
life on easy street where old friends meet.
somewhere to avoid the crowds gathering.

waiting for the recycling truck to come by to empty the overflowing bins so he might bring out more.
when everything becomes player piano automations.
when all of us become expendable and set free.
don't lag behind.
you know no one cares.
they keep going and going and going on and on all (clockwise) around the mulberry bush.
no one knows what anything really means about gazorbnik.
if they did it would perhaps save themselves a lot of trouble - or perhaps not.

our identities in question we proceed (widdershins) around ourselves discovering.
you can never predict, you must always prepare.
end the world with a bullet.
wake up to reality.
take your helmet off.

we step up and fly off to yonder places rather to be such as a cave on the highest mountain top sitting outside the mouth before a fire crackling sparks ascending up up up...
we worship our gods, if we have any.
what is a god and what is not?
do we need any?
in the framework of our collective psychology it would seem that we do need gods of some sort, or something else to take their place of promise and fulfillment.
nature/nurture programming.
indoctrinations.
we are told that we are nothing.
our only value ($$$) is in service and servitude to the collective.
we are many.
our might is right.
the big beat goes on.
we will change and save the world.
keep on marching ever onward toward promising paradises.
keep on dreaming.
it's medication time.

is this everything just in our heads perhaps or not?
in flights of fancy we pretend as if it could be true.
it could be.
would we ever know for sure?
regardless we continue on and on.
fuzzy fractal logic thinking.
perhaps no thinking at all.
drifting along perpetual streams of consciousness.
hitting birth.
dynamic intervals of realizations forthcoming upon themselves.
whose side are we on?

the assumptions of collective communion.
we shall wait to see what develops.
he gets up to go make popcorn and returning to consume it.
sea of joy.
enforced cooperation of the masses in hierarchal ordered organization.
what's wrong with that?
the masses would probably never do much of anything on their own.
if you push something hard enough it will fall over.
everything changing as only few seem to understand entirely how and why - or why not.
he yawns.

our theory of everything written as not poem is make believe pretend perversion and nonsense composed of contradictions all of which does not necessarily mean it is not true enough for everyday use by the average citizen at large for which it is intended and so forth and so on.

- select the non-incorrect response -
[  ] true
[  ] false
[  ] neither/both
[  ] indifferent
[  ] chicken

are you sure?

(to be continued...)