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Friday, July 14, 2017

part 49

so much confrontation. not enough love vibration. or not. be it as it may be. there is all possibility. we were never meant to be free. we all rely on society, even if we are outlaws. maybe especially if we are outlaws. taco. who provides us with what we steal? it's no big deal. it's all the same. everybody has a name. everybody plays the game.
we decide it's pointless and turn our backs. all these needless attacks so someone else feels brave but they only have themselves to save if they can, every woman, every man.
it gets to be a drag sometimes. time crawls to a stop. the coffee is bitter no sugar can sweeten. some mac and cheese which the fat black cat licks the bowl clean after. spin the wheels one more time just like the old days when we were oblivious to the wonder of everything, but at times amazed at the complexity of some of the most simple things we are experiencing experimentally with each supposed moment of continuous "time".
harrumph.
what a concept of imagination we have developed from our symbiotic dreaming of one another into reality of some sort. we'll figure out that shit later. keep dreaming on. be reasonable and mindful. be tolerant. be a pain in the ass. be tormented. be all possibilities. be impossible.
be productive. help others on your team to perform their best. strive to improve.
nevermind.
sit down.
quite quietly quit.
did we win?
how does it begin?
how does it end?
two shakes of a lamb's tail.
1/2... 1/2... 1/2... etc.
infinitesimal nothingness within a plenum singularity neither this nor that nor the other thing and so on and on.
is there reality anymore?
is there sputnik? or gazorbnik?
the clown lives in delusional wonderlands of toxic waste and fumes he becomes numb and used to by now and then passing experiencing as time that is any time at all from 0 toward infinity. infinity by its nature can never be reached as neither can 0. trust us. have grave doubts in mind while attempting to answer any questions. it's best to admit you don't know and keep on walking. but you can't get there from here.
old jokes.
medication time!
coffee. rock in pocket. a dark chocolate toke. mint chocolate chip ice cream sandwich. get some slack. don't look back.
everything's more or less the same.
can you feel it? what does it taste like? burning desires in your brain?
who would want these shenanigans always playing around with one's mind. would it be a choice to make a choice on one's own? no choice. no option. dance and play the fool interrupting our own thoughts. it's nice and easy everything all at once in a split instant decaying into itself. is that all? let us know when it is enough or if you want more. we can give it to you either way.
understanding comes over him in waves of consciousness. still there is always more. the point of everything is there is always more to it never ending as it also has no beginning. continuing process creating maintaining destroying. ride the waves, baby. ride the snakes and ladders. enjoy it while it is still here to be enjoyed.
positive and negative vibrations until one can no longer tell the difference. they are just vibrations only. but we of mortal life must be careful. perceiving the negative in the positive and the positive in the negative and back and forth again again. they are beautiful in wonder. more coffee. ginger snaps. but what good does that or any other perception do for the abused sick starving neglected peoples of the world? none that we are aware of. they are being left to mostly fend for themselves no matter our high ideals to the contrary.
gun shots on a thursday night. outta nowhere into someone. that's one solution - let us all kill each other. the police even gladly help to do that more than their share. yahoo. protect and serve our $$$ interests.
that's the way to do it. that's the way to get it done. solve the problem by eliminating the problem. no more singing and dancing. no more falling down. no more laughing. are we that useless? who wants us hanging around anywhere but easy street? it's hard to find but it's the place to meet.
what's harder to find is the burning theater but worth the trip where everything happening in the world happens on a stage. how is that possible? it's possible with make believe. do you remember make believe? most people forget when they are no longer children if not even before that. the villains and victims decided on the playground of our supposed innocence. the playground that becomes a workshop and everything turns serious. we are suddenly responsible for our actions and behavior. there are those who will lock us up for nothing. there are those who will set us free for $$$. we must be on our guard. the world is dangerous and we are the most dangerous to ourselves for reasons we have not been able to adequately explain that everyone agrees on. we all agree on very little if anything.
we don't even agree on what reality is or is not. nor what it might be composed of. kitty on the windowsill. what does she know about it? she has no mercy.
cars and trucks being driven by outside the window. people going places or coming home from places. doing things. besides the clown staying home, doing nothing.
breaking fast with eggs with cookies before it. the way to start the day for him and his shadow.
moron tv. give the people what they want by popular demand. by why do they get to decide for the rest of us just becuz they are the majority? the majority sucks. the will of the people, indeed. for certain collective groupthink people. too bad for them. too bad for us. the mob will survive, loners probably not. be prepared.
howling dogs.


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