part 31

lighting another cigarette.
life is good.
as good as it needs to be for the moment with some evil mixed in for contrast otherwise it's like an eternity of beige.
yikes.

so everything is a groove with rough edges.
if not we would just fall asleep and not even know we are dead.
still, many accomplish to do just that.
why imprison those who do not wish to be here?
why wouldn't those feeling themselves imprisoned not wanna be here?
ain't no mystery to that.
love is not always the answer.
and/or we do not understand what love is and not is.
in crazy land anything might be true.
how do you do?

as the clown drifting further away from people continuing typing not p0em for no one.
he sneezes.
transformation #18.
here it comes.
be ready.
pay attention.
it won't be around again.

nothing much to discuss about.
we're right.
everybody is wrong.
challenging the established status quo that benefits the wealthy and powerful elite which we will always have with us.
don't do this.
don't do that.
don't do the other thing.
they will let you know when you are free.

freedom not to do shit unless one wishes to, not on enforced demand.
but can a community operate like that for everyone?
for the clown it depends on who benefits on whether he's willing to participate or not.
does the community as a whole benefit, or just a few who grab as much for themselves as they can?
becuz they can.
we are too lazy and disorganized to prevent them.

life on earth.
life in this world of our own making.
the promises made and broken to ourselves.
another cigarette.
there is a physical world - a world according to physics.
what exactly it is physics is measuring is still unknown to us and perhaps will remain so.
is it real?
is it ideal?
is there any way to determine which or whatever?
the orb of the machine glows before us.
the machine everyone knows as nancy strolling along the beach to come sit opposite the clown her back to the sea.
the sea is humanity.
so, nancy says, where we at?
i'm watching the waves, he says.
then i'll watch you, she says.
if you wish, he says.
yes, she says.

a small herd of zebra trot by followed by 3 giraffes.
as a spaceship hovers silently nearby.
no one believes it's really there so they continue going to work.
be on time or don't show up.
there is no i in team.
crazy dream.

we measure reality against what we wish it would be but never is nor will be nor ever once was.
too bad for us.
we live in a dream - even especially those who claim to have woken up.
a dream of knowing truth.
they believe they are in a hollywood movie.
happy endings to a comedy of errors.
they are only on the stage at the burning theater where nobody cares.

but cheer up.
the dream may be shaped to our individual liking if we please.
forget the collective ideas of the masses and those who manipulate what they think.
they have their own limited understanding of their experience in the scheme of things around them as they have been informed how it is supposed to be.
they believe without a doubt.
we believe our gazorbnik with nothing but doubts.
how else is it supposed to be done?
we are enslaved by faith when we believe the unbelievable.
we are often victims of ourselves.
we are sometimes as angels in heaven and as demons in hell.
we are always gods walking the earth if we wanna be.
if we use our imagination.
who needs to verify this?
we trust no one to tell us the truth even if they might know it.
truth has no meaning.

how to succeed failing in life without even trying.
failure is a slender loose thread.
pull at it and everything unravels.
everything as we know it.
butter pecan ice cream face robotman scooting up and down easy street looking for a score before the show begins.
balloons for everyone.
:>-<]/|_|\[>-<:
having difficulty thinking.
the mind control radiation machines must be turned on.
but that's just an imaginary excuse to not wanna think.
conflicts of interest designed to distract from the main issue of belief among us about how fake everything seems to be.
doesn't it?
would we know fake from anything else?
why should we suspect?
becuz we are able to imagine?
something doesn't line up right.
everything's a bit off.
cracks in the wall.
invisible quarks in the cracks.
we are beyond such meaning having reached gazorbnik for ourselves.
we are branded traitors to the cause though the cause is lost.
it must be our fault.
but the profits of our endeavors soar over a cliff to the rocks below losing their market value instantly upon regret.
trillions of $$$ in their pockets they try to get themselves into heaven.
we know the story about that.

the clown is dying.
suicide by cigarette.
the rapid slow demise.
he is joyful.
no one here knows death.
it is eternal mystery.
it is what we make it out to be for ourselves from our imagination.
could it be gazorbnik?

death is an integral part of gazorbnik, but so is life and all between and beyond.
ain't playing no hero.
ain't playing no villain or victim.
ain't playing nothing no more.
everything is real.

awakening from a deep nap.
a toke, a cigarette - the morning coffee too old by now.
skip it.
coffee seems to put him to sleep anyway.
a sleep he feels he never wakes out of.
drifting in a daze, not even a dream.
it is now.
should he be alert?
should he be on guard?
defensive?
against what?
what's trying to get him?
what for?

when the state protects us from ourselves we are all each suspect.
having to prove our innocence.
you cannot change people's minds.
they cannot change their minds themselves.
everything remains the same.
a cooking bubbling stew.
count from 0 and you can't get anywhere.
something does not come from nothing.
where and when there is 0 there can only be 0.
0 can only be here now.
what are the limits to here now but the infinite eternal?
you know we're right.

everyone is right for what they think that gets them through it.
who are we to judge correct/incorrect?
to hold ourselves above as others are fond to do.
it is what it is.
and what is that?
we don't know yet.
it's something.
but we don't know that either.
it may be something that is nothing.
it's a possibility.
is it really that important what it is?
we would just like to know.

pet the kitty.