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general apathy.
don't gotta do nothing.
truth doesn't matter.
coffee, toke, cigarette.
and it's medication time.
sitting before the computer hunched over the keyboard typing out not poem cuz he ain't no poet about most anything that comes to mind included in with our theory of everything.
got that?

hanging on by a fingernail.
sanity is overrated.
everything is cliché.
1 < infinity < 1.
unhinged premise from which our theory unfolds itself to a certain extent perhaps not easily understood but by few and far between among us - those who are mad enough.
don't worry.
there is no other purpose to this than to confuse the issue all the more, the issue being our state of mind vs reality as such.
there's something wrong with us.
we do not know what it might be nor necessarily care.
that may or may not be true.
thrown into an incomprehensible world full of incomprehensible people like ourselves only stranger than fiction.
the discovery of nonsense to provide some humor to the situation.
how many people must die to save the others?
hahaha.

2+2=cow - a fundamental key principle to our theory.
everything is gazorbnik after that.
gazorbnik is exactly (almost) what it might seem that it is.
think about it - if you dare.

but there is no conclusion to any of it.
how could there be?
is there any conclusion to reality?
and what does reality have to do with it?
reality does what it wants from the culmination of all our desires and fears.
that's how some theories have it, true or not true.
theories included in with our ongoing theory along with all the rest of everything.
our theory full of contradictions generated by our differing opinions about what's what and what's not what.
what is what?
that is what we would like to know.
we do not seem to come to much of any agreement about it.
we'd rather argue and fight and wage war instead.
everyone must agree with us.
we will never agree with them.
this is what it seems we nearly all agree to.
so, what's the problem?
no problem with us.
we're just putting together our theory of everything.
don't mind us.
pretend we're not here.
that's something else everyone else seems to agree on.
a world without them.
a perfect world.
we are them.

what we are beyond being them is irrelevant.
no one wants to know.
we are not useful to them - the others.
we don't want to be useful to them - being used by them.
in which case we are to be eliminated.
end of that story for now.
he gets up to take out recycling and empty the dishwasher.
then it's time for a nap.

awakening.
a cigarette after a peanut butter sandwich.
he knows he is being unreasonable - but so what?
he knows he is being irrational - but so what?
refuse.
resist.
let's go crazy.
he gets up to go out to get the mail.
wanting an uncomplicated life.
boring but never bored.
being bored is for losers.
being boring means most people go away and leave him alone.
he's got nothing.

they urged him to go become a success.
so he did.
a success at being lazy and indifferent.
coasting with the minimal amount of effort he could get away with.
but not making much $$$.
so he is not a success after all.
a broken down bum living off the state.

0 is where it's at - where it's all happening that happens to happen.
0 consciousness - the goal of many.
0 being the center of everything everywhere everywhen.
if there is a god, god is 0.
why not?

ever-present, ever-aware, ever-powerful.
what 0 and god have in common - or not.
not that it matters.
it doesn't make $$$.
what makes $$$ makes sense, everything else is nonsense - confucius (aka guru jeff aka the dadananda).
see how that circle goes around?

everything is circles inside the machine never repeating though seeming to be repeating again and again and again to the unpracticed eye open the other eye closed.
poke its eye out.
everything is circles inside his head.
a beam in his own eye.
lost are the prophets, their time has come.
what a waste of our time is the consensus of opinion.
not that it matters.
what's done is done.
we are done.