part 37

perfect nuances of everything.
the clown is calmly delighted gazing out the window while typing not p0em.
cuz he ain't no poet.
ouch?

but he can dream.
as if dreaming is anything.
dreaming about cyborgs - beautiful colorful cyborgs.
moonlight.
another cigarette.
it's cracked cut off at the past where the twain shall not meet.
the future beckons us through the unknown darkness.
but some will tell us there is no future, nor is there a past.
one continuing moment here now.
technically this is true.
so what?

here now is where when we directly perceive the world and from this we surmise a past and suppose a future from our experiencing the world and ourselves in it changing in space and time and all that jazz and then some.
the clown likes thinking about this kinda shit.
it tickles his brain.
there's all now about the universe being some sort of hologram that's semi-popular.
is this a shocking surprise?
to some maybe apparently.
but we always metaphorically describe and explain the universe with whatever technology we have developed at the time.
it used to be a clockwork machine.
then a computer program.
now a hologram.
whatever.
pet the kitty.

there is so much can be found to be wrong with everything.
if everything is everything then it encompasses right and wrong.
are both in equal measure?
is one distinguishable from the other?
is what is right for one wrong for another?
is right and wrong absolute?
could be.
could not be.
take your pick.

if we do not know right from wrong they tell us we are insane.
what a messy business that can become.
good thing we have professionals to sort it out for us.
professionals sorting everything out we cannot be trusted with judging for ourselves.
rinky-dink.
so much confusion.

and then to make matters worse, there's gazorbnik.
it muddles and fuddles everything apart together like nobody's business.
everything being incomprehensibly comprehensible.
everything full of joy and sorrow depending upon one's motivations of apprehension.
come hither.
listen to everyone laughing.
do they understand the joke?
or doesn't it matter by now?

from the depths of our disgrace in the judgment of others we overcome ourselves into being ourselves as we have never been.
bitter terrible coffee even sugar cannot remedy.
ugh.
a toke, a cigarette.
some oblivious of anything going on but their own happy days passing.
what horror is to come?
let's not think of that.

it's sad to think about everything could be peace, love, and understanding if we will it to be which we won't.
not us, not now, not ever.
oh well.

but there are those who have nothing and those who have everything and those who want to change it and those who want to maintain it and on and on like that.
kitty don't care.
poking her head through the blinds sniffing the night air.
happy is this day spent doing little of anything.
and everything's a scam.
realize that as we go searching for truth.
does it matter?
we can play along as if.
wander along on pathless paths intersecting ones traveled by few and many to steal what we want and need from them for our own purposes in our own designs.
we don't need heaven or hell or whatever like that.
let the others worry.
we have the project to be concerned about though it causes us no concern since it is perfect to itself.
and no one knows even if we tell them.
everything is smooth.

herp-a-derp-a-doodle-doo.
crazy time.
everybody get ready.
here we go.
nothing but trouble on its way.
gonna rain on our parade.
but we've seen through that and are quite willing to live or die as fate allows.
how else should we spend our time?
we yawn with expectation.

reject.
action through inaction.
take the energy away.
it's ok to be ignored.
observe.
report.

many are blinded by truth.
we don't care except to be thankful it ain't us.
no way.
we'd rather be idiots knowing nothing.
but we understand.
11:11
may everything go your way.
may everything be a success for you.
may you attain what wealth and power you need to be satisfied.
may your enemies lay at your feet.
what else do we want from this world?
what else is there to want?
it's such a shallow place to be.
there are depths upward to reach toward.
but we know nothing.

what is there to know but endless details about whatever inconsequential thing there is to know anything about?

we continue our way toward understanding more than knowing fact or fiction.
let the others have their pride to hide their shame.

another cigarette.
and he sleeps.