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awakening.
it's medication time.
painting pretty pictures of ugly things growing on faces of everyday unsuspecting peoples at large.
coffee, toke, cigarette.
group grope, baby.
damage control in the big fat pink limousine.
leaves blown all over the street.
quack-a-doodle.
sometimes everything seems just weird with a beard.
everybody telling us to wake up cuz everything is illusion.
sure thing.
he likes to sleep and dream instead enwrapped within comfy blankets of ignorance.
dream on, baby.
NSA code puzzles.
2+2=cow.
particular individual experiences nailed to the door of consciousness.
no pain, no gain - motto of humanity with cruel intentions toward itself.
we almost have it figured out, maybe - or not.
another cigarette.
it's a constant changing hydra-headed riddle of riddles.
it's difficult to not being mad - or to keeping our madness within realms of plausibility.
dig?
is everything ultimately singular?
everything reduced toward 1, or elevated toward 1. - 1 being infinitely unreachable.
yet it is infinitely diverse it would seem as well.
who can tell the difference?
the discerning wise guys claim knowing all this and more.
perhaps so.
we feel it with our own experience.
going for the gusto.
what victory is truth being a victory over ourselves once we come to realize there is nothing else.
a terrible scheme to everything.
bombs falling on children.
but is it real?
the leisured luxury of being able to ask that question.
the thrills and chills to maintain established order.
protect us from ourselves.
everything is going to become a whole lot worse.
yahoo.
sitting before the computer continuing typing out not p0em for the masses as if they care or are even aware of it, he doesn't know.
it's none of their business anyhow.
it's nothing to a dead horse.
he chuckles to himself and his imaginary friends who have stood by him over the years.
he is glad he is mad.
should he weep and moan, or groove and dig?
supposedly unlike the others who claim sanity while they destroy the planet.
hmm...
the morning dark gray rain seesawing playfully with bright brilliant sunlight.
which is good and/or evil?
nature running its balanced amoral course while we decide which will be right or wrong.
he doesn't know right or wrong, does he?
sure he does, in his gut like everyone else.
pure and simple such that all might understand and believe in truth everlasting.
nanotechno clouds falling in the air.
breathe in, breathe out.
new and improved developments for us to be better behaving citizens of the world as if that is a dream come true we might have for ourselves loving our freedom doing whatever the fuck.
freedom is not what we demand for ourselves but what we allow for others - guru jeff.
they come in their big trash truck to collect the trash.
hooray - our heroes.
is total freedom total chaos?
is chaos free?
many would think so but they are dead WRONG.
think about it.
but nor is order free, as many others would believe.
but what is order, what is chaos?
he doesn't understand these imaginary things others imagine.
how come?
he sees order/chaos as one in and part of the other.
action/reaction yin yang boomerang thing.
or something like that - or not.
all duality is the same.
everything is duality.
duality is 1.
duality is the result of changing.
on/off, etc.
without changing nothing exists.
simple as that - ha!
but who wants to think about that shit and the ilk?
madness is best left to the professionals.
everyone else needs to have the presence of mind to be a productive citizen of some sort.
work it, baby.
not us, though we are productive as well.
we produce madness which the way this society scheme is structured is a necessary component to it.
x-amount of people need to be mad for it to work.
surrounded by idiots on one side or another.
it all makes him wonder.
people who do not understand.
a cigarette and then a nap.
awakening.
coffee, toke, cigarette.
senseless violence.
everything that goes wrong.
everything that gets lost.
everything that is useless.
fundamental points of confusion.
sweating hunger with tongue lashing.
bend over and salute.
worry - hello?
are we here yet?
awakening.
it's medication time.
painting pretty pictures of ugly things growing on faces of everyday unsuspecting peoples at large.
coffee, toke, cigarette.
group grope, baby.
damage control in the big fat pink limousine.
leaves blown all over the street.
quack-a-doodle.
sometimes everything seems just weird with a beard.
everybody telling us to wake up cuz everything is illusion.
sure thing.
he likes to sleep and dream instead enwrapped within comfy blankets of ignorance.
dream on, baby.
NSA code puzzles.
2+2=cow.
particular individual experiences nailed to the door of consciousness.
no pain, no gain - motto of humanity with cruel intentions toward itself.
we almost have it figured out, maybe - or not.
another cigarette.
it's a constant changing hydra-headed riddle of riddles.
it's difficult to not being mad - or to keeping our madness within realms of plausibility.
dig?
is everything ultimately singular?
everything reduced toward 1, or elevated toward 1. - 1 being infinitely unreachable.
yet it is infinitely diverse it would seem as well.
who can tell the difference?
the discerning wise guys claim knowing all this and more.
perhaps so.
we feel it with our own experience.
going for the gusto.
what victory is truth being a victory over ourselves once we come to realize there is nothing else.
a terrible scheme to everything.
bombs falling on children.
but is it real?
the leisured luxury of being able to ask that question.
the thrills and chills to maintain established order.
protect us from ourselves.
everything is going to become a whole lot worse.
yahoo.
sitting before the computer continuing typing out not p0em for the masses as if they care or are even aware of it, he doesn't know.
it's none of their business anyhow.
it's nothing to a dead horse.
he chuckles to himself and his imaginary friends who have stood by him over the years.
he is glad he is mad.
should he weep and moan, or groove and dig?
supposedly unlike the others who claim sanity while they destroy the planet.
hmm...
the morning dark gray rain seesawing playfully with bright brilliant sunlight.
which is good and/or evil?
nature running its balanced amoral course while we decide which will be right or wrong.
he doesn't know right or wrong, does he?
sure he does, in his gut like everyone else.
pure and simple such that all might understand and believe in truth everlasting.
nanotechno clouds falling in the air.
breathe in, breathe out.
new and improved developments for us to be better behaving citizens of the world as if that is a dream come true we might have for ourselves loving our freedom doing whatever the fuck.
freedom is not what we demand for ourselves but what we allow for others - guru jeff.
they come in their big trash truck to collect the trash.
hooray - our heroes.
is total freedom total chaos?
is chaos free?
many would think so but they are dead WRONG.
think about it.
but nor is order free, as many others would believe.
but what is order, what is chaos?
he doesn't understand these imaginary things others imagine.
how come?
he sees order/chaos as one in and part of the other.
action/reaction yin yang boomerang thing.
or something like that - or not.
all duality is the same.
everything is duality.
duality is 1.
duality is the result of changing.
on/off, etc.
without changing nothing exists.
simple as that - ha!
but who wants to think about that shit and the ilk?
madness is best left to the professionals.
everyone else needs to have the presence of mind to be a productive citizen of some sort.
work it, baby.
not us, though we are productive as well.
we produce madness which the way this society scheme is structured is a necessary component to it.
x-amount of people need to be mad for it to work.
surrounded by idiots on one side or another.
it all makes him wonder.
people who do not understand.
a cigarette and then a nap.
awakening.
coffee, toke, cigarette.
senseless violence.
everything that goes wrong.
everything that gets lost.
everything that is useless.
fundamental points of confusion.
sweating hunger with tongue lashing.
bend over and salute.
worry - hello?
are we here yet?
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