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white butterfly flutters by.
a good or evil omen?
one might think one but it may be the other.
it might be neither.
it might be both.
think about the possibilities of not knowing.
think about apple pies cooling on the windowsill.
do you remember?
have you possibly forgotten?
a toke or two on the peace pipe.
finding the groove.
cruising altitude.
more coffee, another cigarette.
objects of desire.
lost paradise.
being here now contemplating our navels.
ahoy there!
boring, but never bored.
sitting at the computer continuing typing not poem about whatever about our theory of everything.
streams of consciousness.
thoughts pinned on a bulletin board.
are there possible connections or coincidences?
strings weaving reality.
reality being relative.
where when is the objective observer?
as if there could be except outside beyond space and time which how does it then exist?
other dimensional planes more refined less tangible unknown to the sensory world.
dimensions above and/or below inhabited by angels and demons and whatnot.
big deal.
everywhere the center of everything.
0 dimension all else radiates from.
the center location of the universe in the center of our brains.
or something like that.
it can be explained any number of different ways and means possible.
nevermind.
we are the crown of creation.
out of the muck and mire the jewel of the lotus.
a fabrication of imagination.
when we see it we will believe it.
but that is not the way the wise guys tell us.
we must believe to see.
as they gladly take our $$$.
hot damn.
but we the few and far between are the dreamers.
who knows who?
no one.
we are anyone anywhere anytime.
as such we are touched by madness.
we dance on a head of a pin.
if there is a god it is i am.
but there is no god.
there is nothing but an absurd universe we are thrown into for no discernible reason.
make of it what you can.
we have made for ourselves a comfortable niche providing all our simple needs to observe the world in all its glorious folly.
no one might notice our passing as it should be.
we are easily ignored without the others knowing they are doing so.
they are busy with their dramas occupying every thought every moment.
we cannot think of any reason to interrupt them.
everyone wandering about the stage of the burning theater improvising a play of habitual routines to pass the allotted time they have.
we are thus amused.
to become rich with power.
to command through one's will.
subservient to no one.
watch them struggle and fight amongst themselves to attain this position for as long as they might be able to maintain it.
and everyone else all the way down to the bottom.
it is the nature of the beast within us all.
somebody's gotta be the boss.
as long as we are willing to be bossed around.
o' happy day.
coffee and coffeecake.
a toke, another cigarette.
charging the phone for tomorrow never dies.
people wondering worrying about the state of the world.
fuck it, baby.
let it rot where it falls.
let it decompose and vanish.
breeding with life living off of it.
like waves of a sea.
continuous horizon toward infinity.
waves turning on and off along sequential locations on a curve creating waves.
it's every which way, baby.
perceive it any way one might want to or need to.
want before need?
need before want?
flip a coin into a well make a wish come true or not.
ker-plunk.
satisfaction is not guaranteed ®.
you're on your own now, baby.
come and get it.
it wants you.
it needs you.
it loves you.
it hates you.
it wants to be you.
to become you.
slime all over you.
immersed in you.
seek after the mysteries.
seek after thyself.
seek hither and thither and yon.
no path is the true path.
wander pathless paths.
explore discover understand.
or not.
discipline ourselves enough to enter into the occult realms for sale in the lobby of the burning theater after the show.
realize the possibilities.
recognize our will.
steal what suits our purpose and amusement and continuing on our merrie way toward oblivion and beyond.
dig it.
another cigarette.
the ignorant and loyal of all sides being told what they have wished to hear since forever.
the long and winding road.
excitement everlasting - until overtaken by boredom without mercy.
a deserted place in immortal time spent skipping stones on a dreadful lake.
sigh...
(to be continued...)
white butterfly flutters by.
a good or evil omen?
one might think one but it may be the other.
it might be neither.
it might be both.
think about the possibilities of not knowing.
think about apple pies cooling on the windowsill.
do you remember?
have you possibly forgotten?
a toke or two on the peace pipe.
finding the groove.
cruising altitude.
more coffee, another cigarette.
objects of desire.
lost paradise.
being here now contemplating our navels.
ahoy there!
boring, but never bored.
sitting at the computer continuing typing not poem about whatever about our theory of everything.
streams of consciousness.
thoughts pinned on a bulletin board.
are there possible connections or coincidences?
strings weaving reality.
reality being relative.
where when is the objective observer?
as if there could be except outside beyond space and time which how does it then exist?
other dimensional planes more refined less tangible unknown to the sensory world.
dimensions above and/or below inhabited by angels and demons and whatnot.
big deal.
everywhere the center of everything.
0 dimension all else radiates from.
the center location of the universe in the center of our brains.
or something like that.
it can be explained any number of different ways and means possible.
nevermind.
we are the crown of creation.
out of the muck and mire the jewel of the lotus.
a fabrication of imagination.
when we see it we will believe it.
but that is not the way the wise guys tell us.
we must believe to see.
as they gladly take our $$$.
hot damn.
but we the few and far between are the dreamers.
who knows who?
no one.
we are anyone anywhere anytime.
as such we are touched by madness.
we dance on a head of a pin.
if there is a god it is i am.
but there is no god.
there is nothing but an absurd universe we are thrown into for no discernible reason.
make of it what you can.
we have made for ourselves a comfortable niche providing all our simple needs to observe the world in all its glorious folly.
no one might notice our passing as it should be.
we are easily ignored without the others knowing they are doing so.
they are busy with their dramas occupying every thought every moment.
we cannot think of any reason to interrupt them.
everyone wandering about the stage of the burning theater improvising a play of habitual routines to pass the allotted time they have.
we are thus amused.
to become rich with power.
to command through one's will.
subservient to no one.
watch them struggle and fight amongst themselves to attain this position for as long as they might be able to maintain it.
and everyone else all the way down to the bottom.
it is the nature of the beast within us all.
somebody's gotta be the boss.
as long as we are willing to be bossed around.
o' happy day.
coffee and coffeecake.
a toke, another cigarette.
charging the phone for tomorrow never dies.
people wondering worrying about the state of the world.
fuck it, baby.
let it rot where it falls.
let it decompose and vanish.
breeding with life living off of it.
like waves of a sea.
continuous horizon toward infinity.
waves turning on and off along sequential locations on a curve creating waves.
it's every which way, baby.
perceive it any way one might want to or need to.
want before need?
need before want?
flip a coin into a well make a wish come true or not.
ker-plunk.
satisfaction is not guaranteed ®.
you're on your own now, baby.
come and get it.
it wants you.
it needs you.
it loves you.
it hates you.
it wants to be you.
to become you.
slime all over you.
immersed in you.
seek after the mysteries.
seek after thyself.
seek hither and thither and yon.
no path is the true path.
wander pathless paths.
explore discover understand.
or not.
discipline ourselves enough to enter into the occult realms for sale in the lobby of the burning theater after the show.
realize the possibilities.
recognize our will.
steal what suits our purpose and amusement and continuing on our merrie way toward oblivion and beyond.
dig it.
another cigarette.
the ignorant and loyal of all sides being told what they have wished to hear since forever.
the long and winding road.
excitement everlasting - until overtaken by boredom without mercy.
a deserted place in immortal time spent skipping stones on a dreadful lake.
sigh...
(to be continued...)
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