part 58

those who don't know how to behave themselves with any sense of decorum - hahaha. take it as it is, baby. for what it's worth. the clown knows the feeling. freakazoid. embarrassing, perhaps dangerous. doing something different from a different social cultural media induced environment to divide oneself apart from the herd. wannabes.
the clown burps inappropriately for some who hold themselves above the mob.
how does it feel? a bit unreal toward the surreal? now anything goes, baby. you ought to know.
the aristocratic perspective of language. the clown has so much in his head about what to think about. it could be anything at any moment. surprise.
he takes his meds.
coffee and coffeecake and a toke.
it's such a joke.
but we've explained all that from under a hat.
it should be perfectly clear that according to some we're not really here.
if being here is not here then where the fuck are we?
even if what we perceive is real no one knows exactly where or when it actually is, do they?
we doubt it.

things are located relative to other things. what if there is nothing to relate to but itself anywhere anywhen it may be? somewhere somewhen? everywhere everywhen?
it could be anything or not.
but this does nothing for us in reality where $$$ rules all. until we take control of our destiny we will always be subject. funny how that works. hilarious.
the clown learned too late after his life had been supposedly ruined according to those in the know about such things as that. but for the young it is all smack spanking sparkling new, oh boy. as it should be for them to discover new things in it all. new things that make $$$ $$$ $$$. cuz we all love $$$ $$$ $$$, even especially those who pretend they don't.

everything is relative to everything else, arbitrary distance and coordinates. from here to there. so many units between. x, y, and z locations. and all that jazz.
whatever.
motorcycle vroom vroom. let's go. invade the stairway to heaven loud louder loudest. let's go go go, baby. here we are all gathered together against the gods of the peoples make believe pretend la-dee-da. we cannot help ourselves. this is our mission. everything we have stated before is lies. puke. sit back and breathe. it gets easier everytime. open your eyes to the truth. it is all around you if you choose to see it.
it keeps getting more real each time around. around what? not for better or worse, just more real. hold on to yourself. it's all downhill from here.
the clown feels empty for whatever reason that he can't think of besides he's spewed all he's got in endless not p0em for no purpose that isn't just pointless but that sets him free to babble whatever he might care to be that's not the problem. there is no problem now that he thinks about it a moment. what could the problem be if there was one? he can think of nothing. his world is perfect in its imperfections all fitting together somehow that may or may not make particular sense we can figure out if we were so inclined to do so which we are not at this time for reasons we cannot or will not explain.
go figure.

cheeseburger with a side of fries.
toothpick.
orange trailer. what does that mean?
rocking out may not be the best way to go about everything. shit.
profane attitudes toward anything relevant to meaning. what?
what what?
hear the people talk all day not saying nothing. they seem to like it that way. what would it be to say something? what would that entail, if anything? the poets believe they have something to tell us but they are fooling themselves and some of us too who fall in with them.
nothing is foolproof. fools get into everything. nothing is sacred. go fuck a nun. go fuck a priest. go fuck yourself.
what?
the clown naps.

awakening sometime later.
coffee, chocolate muffin.
he's hot. he turns on the fan. then he's chilly. he turns off the fan.
make up your mind.
the face of it exploring ding dong random intervals toward release of balloons in favor of the corrupt established order prevailing upon the salty tips of incoming waves from yesterday's dreams that never have been born to us as we are reaching forlorn hopes to bring to the fair where all the people are there but there's billions left over to take care of themselves like rats on a sinking ship be-bop.
dropping down from tender heights to be among the expecting crowd waiting by the gates to paradise never before opened to us vulgar folks to trample among the flower beds as if they were not there that we can see.
the problem with the people who do not obey themselves but willy-nilly everywhere they go. such should never be the case with us as deserving of our misfortune as we may be. is there nothing for ourselves?
tidbits melting in our mouths of deadly poison to finally remedy the source of our dismay and discomfort we cause in others who are too polite to tell us of our shame as seen on tv where someone wins a million $$$.

the clown is kinda tired of thinking about shit that goes in circles and he can never be so sure about any of it being true or false or otherwise as each part of it seems to disprove other parts and vice versa and such like.
but without doping himself out to oblivion it never stops. around around around. this way, that way, the other way, and so on, etc.
it comes down to what one chooses to believe is true or not, yes? no? maybe? it's anyone's guess with them intellectual elite deciding they alone know what's what for everyone to believe in their word for it. bullshit.
they might know what's what or not. how are we to know who don't have access to their devices that probe the inner workings of the universe? are we to blindly trust them when it's in their best interest to make shit up if they need to in order to preserve their high positions and all that comes with it?
what to do?
what not to do?
this is the crux of our theory of everything - not knowing what the fuck. not know if what one thinks one knows is possibly true or not besides through faith which is what they tell us we must overcome and abandon. join the rationalogic order and sense of things so we might belong with those who know what's going on.
but everything is faith, even having belief in the calculations of rationalogic science.
but $$$ is a gateway drug. the more ya have the more ya need to fix the fix.
it has no mercy but will abandon you soon as you can't come up with any more.
oh well.

another morning.
coffee, ginger snaps, and meds.
under scrutiny. they're always watching - which is a good or bad thing. the clown doesn't know. the clown hardly cares, not like others all upset.
and the chip implants - the mark of the beast? to be able to watch us all the more and control us. won't that be fun. and where does it go from there?
everything changes yet remains the same in the burning theater. nothing we haven't seen many times before. there is something for everyone. wait for it.
this is a test of the emergency broadcast system. do not panic whatever you do. nothing is real.
dig it.

crunch.