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laughing our fool heads off as the clown continuously typing not p0em for the few and far between among the masses bumps his head against the falling sky dreaming about certain paradoxes involved in elegant descriptions of mundane reality while he picks at a scab on his arm gazing out the window at the park with slanting sun and shadows as the children walk by on their way to the indoctrination centers.

coffee, toke, cigarette.

he is thinking of getting bulbs to plant for spring, if it's not too late.

he needs to buy some pants and a coat.

otherwise everything appears to be the same.

appearances are deceiving at times as many people do not seem to realize until it's too late to negotiate other options.

he does a few stretching exercises.

more coffee.

in the grand scheme of everything he is done for.

they have their plans for people like him - freaks.

everyone should be just like them, or else.

we've been here before back in the good old days.

you either had it or you didn't.

he was never good at socialized duckspeak.

unintelligible mish mash quack quack.

another cigarette.

his head always gets in the way.

everything to him seems to have different meanings.

except gazorbnik which is theoretically universally meaningless.

it perhaps defies all meaning - or not.

it could be the name of a demon he conjures up or an angel he conjures down for all he knows about it.

whatever anyone is willing to believe.

he is willing to believe almost anything though he has doubts about nearly all of it.

with this state of mind it becomes difficult to make much $$$.

a high crime in this world deserving all manner of punishments.

that is what they wish us to believe, and we do for the most part.

not everyone can be on the top.

the pyramid of hierarchical power would topple over.

but if everyone in their place is adequately provided for, then what's the problem?

problems all over the place all of the time it seems.

that's how gazorbnik fits in.

dig?

it don't mean shit.

not even dust in the wind.

the clown amuses himself any which way he feels like that might tickle his fancy.

this way, that way, the other way, and so on - and sideways, like a crab.

crabby old man - haha.

stay away.

he giggles to himself.

all aboard!

here we go along on the carousel ride.

away away...

he naps. 

awakening.

discovering reality again.

slipping into it out of it.

who had JFK shot?

coffee, toke, cigarette.

it's medication time.

holy hell, what's on tv?

while we are sleeping we are being taken over.

we scream.

everything composed of spacetime.

does it mean anything?

of course it does.

except for gazorbnik.

it's time for happy news.

lighting another cigarette the clown wonders about whatever the fuck he feels like as he attains nirvana or something like it or not - probably not.

what does he know about it?

and so what?

who cares about anyone sucked up into their mind blowing off the world and the people in it?

how selfish.

how sweet it is otherwise while everything goes to shit as it has always been.

we celebrate our being here now in the thick of the mess of it - haha.

let the world have its end whatever way that's gonna be.

let all the love songs be silent.

let waves of the abyss wash over everything.

hit us with it.

let us forget.

discovering ourselves on distant shores from here where joy echoes in our heads.

no place nor time.

it's our imagination.

we sit on the beach watching the waves come and go despite forecasts of a hard rain's gonna fall.

nevermind us.

we don't know any better nor do we wish to.

we are satisfied enough content in our nonsense dreams of self-delusion.

the rise of the working class.

we believe in no particular truth but all truth and no truth that might be with wind in our hair without a care.

hat on head.

we're not dead.

figure it out until there is no doubt.

be nice or leave.

cognitive dissonance.

those telling us everything is false except what they tell us is true.

we are sheep fast asleep according to them invoking us to wake up rise up following them cuz they're in the know.

they must think we're stupid and many of us are who do as they are told.

but we hardly trust them with anything.

let them fight their wars without us.

we'll watch on tv.

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another cigarette.

the mail's arrived.

the sun is partly out.

the clown only cares if he's acting.

it's just noise in his head.

NSA disinformation broadcasts.

party on.

and what others know that they claim is truth may very well be truth.

we do not discount that yet we have our doubts.

truth does not allow doubt.

truth persecutes those who doubt driving them out into the surrounding darkness.

this is what we do not believe about their truths.

nothing that harms another.

when we reach that plateau of stars will we finally be free as we need to be?

let them sit on their mountain tops scorning humanity beneath them.

we will have none of that.

but what are we dreaming but nonsense? 

when 2+2=cow.

keep an eye out.

not for everyone perhaps.

for those in a tree learning how to play the flute.

whatever.

does it matter?

is there a reason it is confined to a few and far between?

one might think so.

the answer lies beyond right and wrong for those who are willing to imagine it.

to become so distracted with everything at once.

this isn't fucked up, it's fucking great.

not so for so many.

the terrible suffering when we could swiftly come to their aid, but won't.

we're on a mission to paradise - or bust.

ready to plant our burning flag on the rusty beaches.

the head of the machine rising from the sea.

the sea is humanity.

billions.

some of us and whole shit loads of them.

what does one do under these particular peculiar circumstances?

we do whatever makes $$$, and hope it's enough.

and hilarity ensues.

get slack.

put your back into it.

we're under attack.

are you free wednesdays?

over.

digging out the dead from the rubble.

before they rot and give us trouble.

you gotta be this or that or the other thing and so on to be anyone.

who wants to be anyone?

he thought at first he wanted to but didn't like who anyone was supposed to be.

he'd rather be no one out of the way as much as he could.

someone in the shadows.

man in the rain picking up his dog's shit across the street.

the clown suddenly understands it all now in an instant.

on bended knee sword in hand handling it upwardly to the sky before plunging it downwardly into the earth.

ride the snake.

the facts are the facts as imposed by those who control those who control the state controlling the masses.

elitism prevails.

everybody's a winner.

losers not allowed.

who's in charge here? - hahaha.

who are lovers here?

who hates with a passion?

who falls in the middle flat on their face?

;ouch.

pet the kitty.

he pops a lasagna into the... hot oven: imagining_a_coven of angels tiptoe through the tulips.

it's medication time.

this world bass ackwards.

peace in our time? - doubtful.

love crimes.

when too much is not enough.

when old friends turn their backs.

now he alone remembers the past.

a life of destiny and decadent culture.

we did not choose none of this.

were we ever even asked?

perhaps we chose not to remember.

wrong hole.

pay attention, kerouac.

it doesn't come around again.

a stake through the heart of the matter.

lsdlsdlsdlsdlsdlsd.

we seek our way through disbelief.

we are connected in communion with one another.

communication community.

magick plays its part.

the nihilist telling us there is nothing with any meaning.

they are comic geniuses performing 3 times a day at the burning theater until next tuesday.

come see them while you still can.

discount group rates available.

see you there.