part 65
the moon and the trees in dancing
romance alone together in such a way as it has been given for them to be.
the moon is not real. people will believe anything except those who know truth.
corrective thought. think correct. it's easy and fun and rewarding.
the corporate government sucks.
all pigs must die.
the moon is not real. people will believe anything except those who know truth.
corrective thought. think correct. it's easy and fun and rewarding.
the corporate government sucks.
all pigs must die.
the clown awakening makes coffee
and sitting before the computer typing not p0em he yawns. holy baloney. people
fighting the good fight against one another. he feels useless in this struggle
not quite knowing what side to be on except not with the bad guys, whoever they
turn out to be. everybody frustrated as fuck. nobody listens to any of them. they talk amongst
themselves about conspiracies set against them and their way of life. the
conspiracy of the moon and the state.
trying to match the way things are
with the way things were to become things that will be. the revolving ages of
the dawn coming from the deep darkness of night.
coffee, bagel with cream cheese
while millions are hungry. but there's a war on. a war of humanity vs humanity.
everything is at stake about who will control the future and what future it
will be. whose future?
is this real?
is this real?
reality is such a drag but we're
all caught up in it to varying degrees of certainty and doubt, even those who
pretend otherwise to be unaffected.
he goes out for supplies after a smoke.
comes home to more coffee and a toke.
a nice sunny day.
ipso dipso crash bang boom...
whatever it is should hurry up soon. dizzy whizzy. dysfunctional X marks the spot for the takeover of reason much to our benefit and dismay imagining realizing which came first between the chicken and the egg. the clown decides to boil some probably GMO corn on the cob.
useless.
hanging on to what's left of the world and earth after the gods have had their field day. now we rebuild what we can and want and move on.
but this is in other ultra-dimensional timelines, not necessarily here now sitting traveling up and down the chakras as we will dreaming everything imaginable.
no thought, just experiencing. whatever.
trees.
he goes out for supplies after a smoke.
comes home to more coffee and a toke.
a nice sunny day.
ipso dipso crash bang boom...
whatever it is should hurry up soon. dizzy whizzy. dysfunctional X marks the spot for the takeover of reason much to our benefit and dismay imagining realizing which came first between the chicken and the egg. the clown decides to boil some probably GMO corn on the cob.
useless.
hanging on to what's left of the world and earth after the gods have had their field day. now we rebuild what we can and want and move on.
but this is in other ultra-dimensional timelines, not necessarily here now sitting traveling up and down the chakras as we will dreaming everything imaginable.
no thought, just experiencing. whatever.
trees.
but everything seems to be brewing
up a storm of late that we gently try to focus on but ignore. no comment.
jumping in a puddle is fun.
the heyday of political action groups zeroed in on each other igniting each other on fire in a night of sorrow unspoken before great crowds of bystanders looking around to try to see anything that may indicate what's happening.
but that assumes that there is anything happening. what might be happening is these people themselves milling about confused packed into the great pink circle where ceremonies are often usually held throughout the seasons. most people couldn't care less what goes on. they just wanna go home and back to bed.
so let this be a lesson to ya.
the heyday of political action groups zeroed in on each other igniting each other on fire in a night of sorrow unspoken before great crowds of bystanders looking around to try to see anything that may indicate what's happening.
but that assumes that there is anything happening. what might be happening is these people themselves milling about confused packed into the great pink circle where ceremonies are often usually held throughout the seasons. most people couldn't care less what goes on. they just wanna go home and back to bed.
so let this be a lesson to ya.
prepare.
be transparent. use magick. contact hyper-dimensional intelligences. get aboard the mind shift/ship if and when it comes around, and you have the intuitive psychic abilities to perceive it. laugh at death.
fat chickens for sale. unprovoked overlooked nonsense jumbled together with any semblance of parasitic annoyance. furthermore the sea is erupting. look out below, the mighty are falling. get thee behind me, satan.
the kitchen will be open in 13 minutes. please form a line behind the piano and behave yourselves accordingly to how we have taught you. do you remember what happened the last time? do you want that to happen again?
be transparent. use magick. contact hyper-dimensional intelligences. get aboard the mind shift/ship if and when it comes around, and you have the intuitive psychic abilities to perceive it. laugh at death.
fat chickens for sale. unprovoked overlooked nonsense jumbled together with any semblance of parasitic annoyance. furthermore the sea is erupting. look out below, the mighty are falling. get thee behind me, satan.
the kitchen will be open in 13 minutes. please form a line behind the piano and behave yourselves accordingly to how we have taught you. do you remember what happened the last time? do you want that to happen again?
so then what do we do but turn in
our resignation forms to the proper authorities and walk out the door?
it's medication time. the horror.
who are the "proper authorities"? this is what we must understand with a banana balanced on our nose for telepathically tuning in the aliens of imagination - remember? or weren't you here before now? this comes as somewhat as a surprise. but, nevermind... kisses.||=+=|
it's medication time. the horror.
who are the "proper authorities"? this is what we must understand with a banana balanced on our nose for telepathically tuning in the aliens of imagination - remember? or weren't you here before now? this comes as somewhat as a surprise. but, nevermind... kisses.||=+=|
love to everyone.
what could be simpler but for the complex convolutions of hate regardless? keep that in mind as we continue as everything continues from forever to forever as previously explained over and over in incoherent detail. shake it.
still as we withstand the heat of the moment of all time cuz there ain't no time but now which isn't wholly true (nor false) as becuz at the exact location of the moment there is no time. time is 0.
you see? but you don't need to see. trust us instead. why would we lie to you and lead you astray? you're much to smart and knowledgeable for that. your wisdom knows no bounds. but that is not what we are interested in. what is your ability to make mistakes? how well is your understanding of the game/? are there those above who believe they might direct events for or against us? those who act as gods. the project must prevail, which it is doing - thank the lord most high. the project is precisely where and when it should be. have you experienced the subtle but definite shift of realities one to another? that's the talk about town. people.
corporate control of capitalism worldwide. the crowds cheer and jeer depending. the cycles are turning never the same again ever. time without time is interesting to think about but don't burn yourself out about it. goat's head. a spider in a tree perhaps nearby. he's sure of it. the chances are pretty good. so, where are we?
the clown has a toke while sitting before the computer on some sorta planet we don't seem to agree much about what it is. the planet is a particle-waveform or some such like that we're not exactly sure yet but we continue to hope our questions might be answered however much we doubt it and do not necessarily would want any answers as we have stated before.
the waves roll in and then wash out following the tide following the make believe moon.
roid rage police killing people all over the place - black folks mostly - very mostly.
people got all sortsa tricks and trips in their heads - frustration anger hate... FEAR. UFOs. underground civilizations. people feel they need to be considered a persecuted minority for whatever reason in their heads about it. everybody claims to be an outcast. cheeseburger blues.
what could be simpler but for the complex convolutions of hate regardless? keep that in mind as we continue as everything continues from forever to forever as previously explained over and over in incoherent detail. shake it.
still as we withstand the heat of the moment of all time cuz there ain't no time but now which isn't wholly true (nor false) as becuz at the exact location of the moment there is no time. time is 0.
you see? but you don't need to see. trust us instead. why would we lie to you and lead you astray? you're much to smart and knowledgeable for that. your wisdom knows no bounds. but that is not what we are interested in. what is your ability to make mistakes? how well is your understanding of the game/? are there those above who believe they might direct events for or against us? those who act as gods. the project must prevail, which it is doing - thank the lord most high. the project is precisely where and when it should be. have you experienced the subtle but definite shift of realities one to another? that's the talk about town. people.
corporate control of capitalism worldwide. the crowds cheer and jeer depending. the cycles are turning never the same again ever. time without time is interesting to think about but don't burn yourself out about it. goat's head. a spider in a tree perhaps nearby. he's sure of it. the chances are pretty good. so, where are we?
the clown has a toke while sitting before the computer on some sorta planet we don't seem to agree much about what it is. the planet is a particle-waveform or some such like that we're not exactly sure yet but we continue to hope our questions might be answered however much we doubt it and do not necessarily would want any answers as we have stated before.
the waves roll in and then wash out following the tide following the make believe moon.
roid rage police killing people all over the place - black folks mostly - very mostly.
people got all sortsa tricks and trips in their heads - frustration anger hate... FEAR. UFOs. underground civilizations. people feel they need to be considered a persecuted minority for whatever reason in their heads about it. everybody claims to be an outcast. cheeseburger blues.
tomorrow -
awakening.
coffee, toke, ginger snaps.
meds.
all's not right with the world so the clown sidesteps it for a while. we are them. our disgrace is ubiquitous. strive for higher ground away away from the common rabble on the loose. we cannot help them nor stop them. frustration anger hate all around. plenty to spare. come and get yours.
|||watch it. do what you want to do about it. be a victim if you choose out of the limited options available left to you to become, you lazy fuck drain on society. the purge is coming - hahaha.
let it all become true, every little bit of it. it's all around us as far as our senses can perceive. it's tricky. peace in our time.
awakening.
coffee, toke, ginger snaps.
meds.
all's not right with the world so the clown sidesteps it for a while. we are them. our disgrace is ubiquitous. strive for higher ground away away from the common rabble on the loose. we cannot help them nor stop them. frustration anger hate all around. plenty to spare. come and get yours.
|||watch it. do what you want to do about it. be a victim if you choose out of the limited options available left to you to become, you lazy fuck drain on society. the purge is coming - hahaha.
let it all become true, every little bit of it. it's all around us as far as our senses can perceive. it's tricky. peace in our time.
the day goes by fast but the days
pass by slowly. which is true? anything?
every absurdity is true/false to many one way or another and they decide which is more favorable to them and the winds of change like deboning a chicken at gunpoint.
fun times and heroics. is this a joke? who are we asking who might be in a position and inclination to tell us fact from fiction? do we reject all authority and its privilege? would that be wise or stupid?
are fact and fiction mere illusions we happen to believe becuz they are interwoven into the fabric of our reality of either this or that or the other thing, etc?
a cry of faith and doubt echoing in the chamber of the old ivy covered stone church in falling snow. vibrations marking the space and time together as a single location of here now while wars continue winding up into one war of between good and evil where everyone will be designated to be on one side or another by each side in turn, yeah.
we are mostly always the last ones designated by either side, or any side up to now. at times we are entirely overlooked and are not designated as anything.
hooray.
every absurdity is true/false to many one way or another and they decide which is more favorable to them and the winds of change like deboning a chicken at gunpoint.
fun times and heroics. is this a joke? who are we asking who might be in a position and inclination to tell us fact from fiction? do we reject all authority and its privilege? would that be wise or stupid?
are fact and fiction mere illusions we happen to believe becuz they are interwoven into the fabric of our reality of either this or that or the other thing, etc?
a cry of faith and doubt echoing in the chamber of the old ivy covered stone church in falling snow. vibrations marking the space and time together as a single location of here now while wars continue winding up into one war of between good and evil where everyone will be designated to be on one side or another by each side in turn, yeah.
we are mostly always the last ones designated by either side, or any side up to now. at times we are entirely overlooked and are not designated as anything.
hooray.
drunk. this could be the last
happiest day of our lives. it's not so bad and could be a lot worse. an ongoing
war of cowards dressed up in full regalia imagining themselves saving the day
while they fall behind. fighting to save the family farm from corporate
takeover and control. mutual authoritarian aims hit and miss targets juggled
struggling by pantless clowns on hot bed of burning coals and fire to the
wonder of abused sick starving neglected children of all ages in this sorry
world which at times many whose fate and fortune turn against them but perhaps
for the best, yes?
can you follow this diverse reasoning of irrationalogic intent we serve? follow the $$$. in our case the $$$ traces back straight to the benevolent state. figure it out from there through the digestive tract from the pockets of the common taxpayer. this is the official story if you care to believe it or not.
can you follow this diverse reasoning of irrationalogic intent we serve? follow the $$$. in our case the $$$ traces back straight to the benevolent state. figure it out from there through the digestive tract from the pockets of the common taxpayer. this is the official story if you care to believe it or not.
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