part 24

now get this straight.
haha.
or get it crooked.
it doesn't matter which or what, unless one is dealing with rationalogic terms of thinking, then only a fraction of what one is thinking is true.
but we are not so much concerned with matters of truth.
for us everything is possibly true - even when it is considered false by others.
the clown consumes one ice cream sandwich product and considers getting another.
getting up and walking to the freezer he thinks about brazil.
he lights a cigarette while they laugh along with the studio audience at the comedy news in the next room.
laughing all the way to the camps, baby.
not much for him to laugh at.
if it's a joke, he doesn't know it.
maybe the joke's on him.
he does kinda match the unspoken description.
whatever.

the day is dark and raining.
glorious weather despite popular opinions contrary.
they are mostly wrong about mostly everything.
knowing what everything is but not necessarily what it means.
the balderdash of it all.
crazy daisy spin insane.
no questions?

we'd have questions.
we do have questions.
questions about everything.
does anyone have answers?
does anyone know what this all is about?
are you frightened by your ignorance?
are you frightened by your knowledge?
do you understand?
many are faking it.
whole schools of thought are faking it.
are you faking it?
we don't know if we are or not.
use caution.

living in a possibly fake world.
we know there are fake people, or so they seem in a glimpse.
but they may be only in different realities crisscrossing paths with our own.
there are so many explanations - so many questions.
do not quote us cuz we change our minds as we will to suit our fancy moment by moment and back again.
lottsa police out and about.
are we really that much outta control?
what would it be like without them?
freedom?
freedom to do what?
a little rape and pillaging is good for the soul.

we got it arranged in our heads we're right and everyone else is wrong.
but so does everybody else.
but we know better than they do.
we can see it all what's true and not true.
even the gods are dismayed and amazed by our brilliance.
could it be any more wonderful?
we doubt it.

wonderful is like we like it.
it's how we like ourselves, though we rarely get the opportunity to do so cuz we feel like shit so much of the time.
from the muck and the mire to the jewel of the lotus we are the living god.
on earth as it is in heaven and hell.
the best and worst of all possible worlds as only it can be.
amen.
haha.

and ours is to be humble and meek (obedient).\\\\\\\\\\
this is what we are told by numerous wise guys.
but not all.
we get our wisdom from many sources, what wisdom we might have being idiots and fools.
everyone plays us as such.
we have learned the game of that and we do nothing that might lead them to suspect otherwise.
let them laugh at our antics.
the project shall prevail nonetheless.
they will never know it until the end of time.
back to the year 0.
and 1 > infinity.
where are we?
when are we?
what is happening?

what is truth here and now without beginning nor end to everything?
a late realization among us.
are there answers for our questions?
answers without further questions?
does god really know all answers?
what a drag, but perhaps a reality.
reality among many others the same and different as one another.
but we laugh it away to ourselves without anyone else knowing we might possibly understand more than they believe we do.
we're just monkeys in a zoo.
us and you too.

but is jesus mohammed buddha krishna whoever the answer?
does the sun rise in the east with the turning of the earth?
unless the earth is flat.
unless the earth is in a hat worn by a cat chasing a rat.
look out!

the clown drinks the last of the coffee.
another cigarette.
late night early morning time.
he thinks about everything that happens to come to mind which now is a cow. the sacred beast. the atom heart mother. jumping over the moon.

all marching to the same beat of different drummers.
he writes future thoughtcrimes the way we're headed with everyone offended by the other.
no one understands.
no one even comprehends there is anything else to understand than what they feel is correct/incorrect just so.
just so you know.
just so you'll understand nothing is wrong.
give up.

the hive mind shall be victorious.
the individual is doomed to oblivion.
this is how it must be.
everything is equal.
everything is round and square.
everything is nothing as we know it here now.
it will be there then.
wait for it.
but don't hold your bad breath.

anti-intellectualist philosophy proposed by the millions of minions employed by the corporatestate to seal our fate.
what's going on?
nothing that we can sense.
it must not be real.

a big surprise as we pop out of a cake.
no one knew it was possible before this time of our lives.
dream on, baby.
make it all come true.
rock it home at last.
the clown thinks about this and that and the other thing while blowing his nose then lighting another cigarette.
there is nothing to be done but observe and report to the committee via not p0em and such.
vague infantile reasoning henceforth shall embrace us.
we will be overcome by its rhythmic motions like the sea to mesmerize us into compliance with our surrender.
but this tale has been told before.
and here it is told again upon brains deadened by disillusionment.
and he's just about given up but what else is there for him to do that he might want to?
following instructions from above he continues along with his fantasy reality he invents along the way it seems to lead on and on.
yawn.

he sleeps.