part 53
bamboozled again.
what is it this time around?
liquid head alternate reality.
drunk on thin ice.
global economy dependent on growth.
time is $$$.
the future looms leaning on a street light combing its hair and smiling with secrets.
flavor for one.
diced out, baby.
feeling free as we wanna be up a tree.
relay.
something moving.
something grooving.
all over the world dividing wheat from the chaff, as they like to say alone in the dark to themselves.
there is nothing but what it is.
metaphor is meaning.
god the father.
our theory of everything includes all religious ideals putting them in a blender and giving it all a spin to see what comes out how.
it's alright.
what could go wrong at this point besides everything we might imagine to expect from our implanted cultural indoctrinations and such?
living in the 21st century woods, what's left of it.
everywhere is pretty much crowded as heck.
worship our gods elsewhere - in the parking lot at the mall.
is there anything purely anything in this world?
what has not been polluted somehow?
our temples in ruins.
but why do we think purity?
why do we think pollution?
what concepts are these we hold onto past their time and meaning from the ancient abyss of our language?
deconstructional dissonance of mind over matter.
look what we do in terms of these two words alone.
in purifying we pollute.
nevermind.
this is beyond you.
go back to your games to play shoot 'em up.
the clown had been unaware that there is a rule not to touch the queen.
what?
who are these people?
are they people?
are they truly shape shifting reptilian aliens as many suspect?
or monkeys just like us?
and all the people who worship them.
they will be turned against us before too long.
they will be told we are the enemy.
maybe we are.
they will believe it.
they will act on it.
it's so much easier for them that way to feel it's not themselves but those above who magically control them to do their deeds.
future freedom with robotic police that maintain civil order, or something like that.
faking it.
wishing wishes that never come true.
don't forget to smile.
practical 0-time emptiness.
the clown is down wearing a frown with a crown on his head thinking about being dead?
stupidity knows no bounds.
the worship of space without knowing what space is or not.
the faults of humans, the faults of ourselves.
fundamental to our theory of everything is change.
0 cannot remain 0 forever.
waves and waves of particles when we observe.
everything exists when it is being observed.
all that can be observed is changing.
the static is invisible.
monsters in the closet.
be sure it's not just a mirror.
gullible understanding.
to have your mind be blank.
what's important to remember at this stage may not be identity oof who we are supposed to be.
distinction of this phenomena is no_longer_important to those who know less watching on tv.
succumb to mindless belief shouting in the streets.
justice is prepared for them.
just shoot us now.
but we expect no such mercy.
heart rate low. oxygen ok.
this is all internal individual logic/illogic thing moving and grooving shaking it down and don't mean a thing to a busy bee.
the "enemy" tries to escape disguised as women.
who knows what anymore?
haha.
is there a war on?
when is there not?
is it for us to judge?
no, but we do anyway.
holy holy roly poly.
when the gods come to the stream to drink.
we watch them frolic splashing each other before vanishing back into the vanishing forest back into time itself of ages past.
tick tock.
tock tick.
having explained everything the wise guy sits back down while the other wise guys ponder the calculations and conclusions and wonder if this could be it.
and what if it is it?
what next after they come to realize they know everything there is to be known?
how is anything else possible?
what meaning would anything have if not applicable to the final result?
rest in peace.
departing souls taking away the idea of ourselves, realized or not.
no more body.
no more face.
no more name.
no more mind.
life is depressing.
is there no hope left?
it doesn't seem so to us.
we can always be wrong.
driven by demons into the twilight.
therapy without change is just jerking off.
being honest about oneself as much as one can be and getting shit cuz others don't agree with it.
fuck them?
everything in the world is dying it seems.
perhaps not.
not everything will die.
where there is death there is living.
unless...
what is it this time around?
liquid head alternate reality.
drunk on thin ice.
global economy dependent on growth.
time is $$$.
the future looms leaning on a street light combing its hair and smiling with secrets.
flavor for one.
diced out, baby.
feeling free as we wanna be up a tree.
relay.
something moving.
something grooving.
all over the world dividing wheat from the chaff, as they like to say alone in the dark to themselves.
there is nothing but what it is.
metaphor is meaning.
god the father.
our theory of everything includes all religious ideals putting them in a blender and giving it all a spin to see what comes out how.
it's alright.
what could go wrong at this point besides everything we might imagine to expect from our implanted cultural indoctrinations and such?
living in the 21st century woods, what's left of it.
everywhere is pretty much crowded as heck.
worship our gods elsewhere - in the parking lot at the mall.
is there anything purely anything in this world?
what has not been polluted somehow?
our temples in ruins.
but why do we think purity?
why do we think pollution?
what concepts are these we hold onto past their time and meaning from the ancient abyss of our language?
deconstructional dissonance of mind over matter.
look what we do in terms of these two words alone.
in purifying we pollute.
nevermind.
this is beyond you.
go back to your games to play shoot 'em up.
the clown had been unaware that there is a rule not to touch the queen.
what?
who are these people?
are they people?
are they truly shape shifting reptilian aliens as many suspect?
or monkeys just like us?
and all the people who worship them.
they will be turned against us before too long.
they will be told we are the enemy.
maybe we are.
they will believe it.
they will act on it.
it's so much easier for them that way to feel it's not themselves but those above who magically control them to do their deeds.
future freedom with robotic police that maintain civil order, or something like that.
faking it.
wishing wishes that never come true.
don't forget to smile.
practical 0-time emptiness.
the clown is down wearing a frown with a crown on his head thinking about being dead?
stupidity knows no bounds.
the worship of space without knowing what space is or not.
the faults of humans, the faults of ourselves.
fundamental to our theory of everything is change.
0 cannot remain 0 forever.
waves and waves of particles when we observe.
everything exists when it is being observed.
all that can be observed is changing.
the static is invisible.
monsters in the closet.
be sure it's not just a mirror.
gullible understanding.
to have your mind be blank.
what's important to remember at this stage may not be identity oof who we are supposed to be.
distinction of this phenomena is no_longer_important to those who know less watching on tv.
succumb to mindless belief shouting in the streets.
justice is prepared for them.
just shoot us now.
but we expect no such mercy.
heart rate low. oxygen ok.
this is all internal individual logic/illogic thing moving and grooving shaking it down and don't mean a thing to a busy bee.
the "enemy" tries to escape disguised as women.
who knows what anymore?
haha.
is there a war on?
when is there not?
is it for us to judge?
no, but we do anyway.
holy holy roly poly.
when the gods come to the stream to drink.
we watch them frolic splashing each other before vanishing back into the vanishing forest back into time itself of ages past.
tick tock.
tock tick.
having explained everything the wise guy sits back down while the other wise guys ponder the calculations and conclusions and wonder if this could be it.
and what if it is it?
what next after they come to realize they know everything there is to be known?
how is anything else possible?
what meaning would anything have if not applicable to the final result?
rest in peace.
departing souls taking away the idea of ourselves, realized or not.
no more body.
no more face.
no more name.
no more mind.
life is depressing.
is there no hope left?
it doesn't seem so to us.
we can always be wrong.
driven by demons into the twilight.
therapy without change is just jerking off.
being honest about oneself as much as one can be and getting shit cuz others don't agree with it.
fuck them?
everything in the world is dying it seems.
perhaps not.
not everything will die.
where there is death there is living.
unless...
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