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the clown is a blank. no cookies for him. thick as a another brick in the wall. he is complicit with the machine, rigged into the system. a double secret agent.

it's fine to have ideals, but where are we really at?
he stands with gazorbnik, long may it wave. meaningless meaning unless we give it meaningful meaning.
everyone frustrated with the mess we seem to be in. no one knows who or what is on their side - the sides of a turning wheel spinning all directions at once.

we sing and dance onstage of the burning theater. we fall down. we laugh. this is an old trick - trickier than shit.

sitting before the computer typing not p0em for his own amusement despite confusion among the others - apocalyptic crybabies. let it all begin as it has been beginning forever. who has not seen it coming? - this self-fulfilling prophecy thing.
surprise?

anyway, the clown thinking about it and how it is it. but this is obvious and regarded as meaningless gazorbnik among the smarter folk. and that is exactly what it is. get it?
what's to be gotten?
a bout with madness. haha.
he knows who he is but not why.
why not?

he wants everything perfect like anyone else does. don't you? perfect to our dreams and nightmares. without a flaw to it. iconic irony. doublespeak goo-goo. he wishes he knew what is going on, but he never pays attention.

paying attention is for losers who want to get ahead in the game. all that fame and fortune. not for him.
but he's had his dreams awhile. he's glad none came true.

time to think.
think about everything. imagining everything. everything that could be - even could be as an impossibility. how much is impossible vs how much is possible?
everything approaches infinity in all directions and dimensions.

punching a dream. waking up in a sweat. he keeps thinking about all the possibilities of everything - the signal and the noise.
pet the kitty.

when you're on the bottom and there's no way to the top, you improvise. the trickledown theory of information. we get squat. we glean the fields for anything useful for our purpose. our purpose being to hijack the planet away from the bad guys.
we've got magick in our heads. we turn ourselves around sideways to ourselves. we make use of the discarded, creating new designs of different flavors. no one knows what others are doing among us. we let psychic synchronicity play its part. we are against the power elite and their gods. what do they have but $$$ and weapons? we are wise enough not to take that bait. we have surrendered long ago.

the clown lights another cigarette wondering what is true and/or false. it's not always an easy decision to make depending upon one's own perceptions.
it's hopeless. to come to realize everything we are told is lies upon lies entangled in lies. even when it's the truth it's still lies. there are realities to this world unspoken. but none of it makes $$$ so it is nonsense according to the once wise words of guru jeff.

right now the clown's madness makes $$$ for himself and others, so it must make sense. madness is how he survives in a hostile world. $$$ has not been much of a problem too much. when it did the state came in to provide for him. long may it wave.

everything repeating, but never the same twice. it's always changing transforming into new configurations of reality - physical reality. reality according to physics which it seems to do insofar as we are able to presently determine and imagine. but at times we miss the obvious. obvious to the naked eye. obvious to our imagination.

with everyone predicting the end of the world the clown continues not p0em just like any other time that was and is and will be forevermore in the moment now. everytime the moment hits 0, which is always. imagine that. 0, everywhere everywhen. an empty set, the set being infinity.

where when is not nothing? not nothing is something, yes? we become confused with our own explanations. explanations of everything, including nothing and whatever else that is usually dismissed by rationalogic calculations and reason.
what can really be proven to exist when existence itself is under doubtful scrutiny? some would have it be gone. that would make everything a lot easier. ain't nothing nowhere.
are we all hallucinating a common illusion? but we don't exist.
fine, be that way.

strip everything down to nothing to discover everything is nothing and nothing is everything. it depends upon our perception of it.
is experience proof of existence? we experience, therefore we are? we may not exist as what we believe ourselves to exist as, but that is of no consequence. something experiences, therefore something exists. can there be experience without existence?

there was a time when time mystified us. it still does. do we know exactly what time is? or is it a quality of things, not a thing unto itself?

or can there be existence without experience? or existence without space and time?
he likes thinking these sorts of things. he doesn't expect to answer any of them. the questions he has is good enough.
he goes out to get supplies.

he comes home wondering if it is madness or just stupidity he "suffers" from. someone mad or someone stupid must be suffering, right?
a toke, a cigarette. making more coffee.
the pretensions of the sane intellectual elite. but they have their place and their uses for the common purpose of the project.

the clown is just plain lazy is what it is. all he wants to do is think dream imagine. nothing particular interests him enough to do nothing about it. just everything. the universe a blobby wiggly floating soap bubble thing in meta-spacetime or something.

what's the use?

super hot wild chaotic stuff cooling until it all comes to a dead cold stop - and ceasing to exist? we in the middle somewhere at some time. time? have we figured that out yet? why should we? part of what constitutes existence - along with a minimal of 3 spatial dimensions? how come? it's probably not right. how could it be? we're idiots.

we thought we were cool being the losers - the freaks. as the clown thinking about things that don't make $$$ gazing out the window toward the guy across the street trying to get his car started typing more not p0em proceeds to be ever amazed at next to nothing.

the rituals of living life. if it worked once it should work again. but meaning is lost along the way. we are empty shadows from the past toward a future of hollow shame. rutabaga. everybody making $$$ for somebody. the only thing that makes sense. now the guy's car is being towed. it didn't start. the clown eats some black licorice as he watches the action.

some people are weird. most people are useless. he cannot think of another way the world could be given the parameters of what we have to work with being ourselves. it is a cruel god that created this. an angry cruel god. a child perhaps - wanting love and having tantrums not getting it. we're just dumb fuck humans. get over it.

suppose there's a manufacturer that makes toasters. you buy one and it doesn't work right. which do you blame, the toaster or the manufacturer?

now suppose you picture yourself in a boat on a river. it's all so beautiful, don't you think? life can be so easy. but who pays for it?
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now suppose your spirit is willing but your flesh is weak.

a report to the committee as not p0em too.
these peoples is crazy, baby. believe it or not. it comes with being civilized. nobody's free to be how they might feel. they no longer know what's real. so, what's the deal?
we'll need plenty of reinforcements to get the job done. no one knows what's happening, or they think it's aliens. they have been so indoctrinated and manipulated their heads are inside out.
another toke, another cigarette. coffee is on its way.
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jesus tutti-frutti! what goes on?
it gets scary at times not knowing how these people might act and/or react and such. they succeed by beating any opposition into the ground. they overcome. and there are those among them who wonder why they can't act any different.
it's in the soul of the language they use to communicate, even to think.
and the terrible wars. free for all. to the victors go the spoils, and all that. atrocity city, baby. ain't no way around it.

it is interesting to observe. primate culture in business suits. one word: greed. greed above need.
but what do we expect when the whole universe is greedy? gravity is greed. the more you have the more you can grab. fulfillment in obliteration.
and all anyone thinks about is escape from this world when this world was once a garden until we trashed the fucking place. haha.

it was all in a crazy dream.

who knows how big the universe is? it could be the size of a wad of bubblegum to another observer maybe, yah? only a blip on the screen. a grain of sand in a desert. a needle in a haystack.
420 kilometers to hell.
here we go, folks.

go figure.