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priests surround the bloody baby corpse on the altar.

the clown wondering how it goes this far.

but what is different than that which we allow every day among us all played out on the stage of the burning theater for our amusement?

how much time spent in the dark of nights long and deep while we slowly come to realization that it is perhaps... ???

we are brought to this point in space and time by unknown direction of those who seem to know the way but also seem to be leading us in circles in a grand folly in order to maintain control.

he types not p0em by candlelight.

everybody mixed up what to do.

but it's simple to live the simple life.

but who wants that?

they seem to thrive on complications chasing $$$ wherever it might lead us.

how far we've come and so little to show for it.

we've sold our soul for trinkets and gizmos like the ignorant and stupid people we are.

that is always the game they play.

one would think it would become obvious how miserable it makes everyone including themselves.

but they don't stop to think.

they pride themselves on acting.

thinking is for losers.

but this is an old story written into every story.

the haves and have-nots in every tale told by an idiot.

don't think twice and don't look back.

it's alright.

a boot stomping on a human face, forever.

a momentary taste of paradise.

misery all around.

step right up.

there's plenty for all while supplies last.

bless it's pointed little head.

it's medication time.

wishing we were dead - but somehow living?

emerging as dragonflies.

a dream of dreaming.

mumbling magick mad incantations.

more coffee and english muffin dripping with butter and honey.

while those among us are abused sick starving neglected constantly throughout our collective recollection.

are the masses now expendable?

it would seem so.

when have we never been?

go, baby, go!

so we fly away on a balloon filled with our dreams ascending to the clouds above that have turned dark and stormy as we guide ourselves toward silver linings such that we might live to tell the tale.

let go, hold on.

steady as it goes as much as it is able.

sitting at the table in the kitchen of the house by the garden gate we ponder if the garden is infinite or finite and how do we determine the difference.

...999.999... [units]

infinity and finite entwined almost forever.

the crazy ride seeming to never end.

infinity never to be reached.

1 > infinity > 1

funny how that works.

if it does work.

the proof is in the pudding whether it does or not.

we favor both.

it is it no matter what except when it is not it (but even then it is it) and so on, ad nauseam.

making our heads go around like being children twirling to make ourselves dizzy and fall down watching the sky turning.

wheee!