part 77 -

billions for everyone.
gazorbnik does nothing. gazorbnik is a state of mind - sorta. a state of being if you will, perhaps. what difference does it make in these times of exponential growth of our progressive madness reaching for a 0 point of infinity?
signals from outer space, if there is outer space. it could be noise, unintelligible to our way of thinking.
chewing some bubble gum.
we could be on the cusp of understanding, or not. we could be not even close.
are we even paying attention?

how come?
there is no how come about anything. everything just is.
we imagine ourselves. confrontations in the streets. us and them. who is right and who is wrong? how is that determined? the clown looks out the window and laughs - again. this will not be a happy ending. do you suppose so?

the clown had thought he was once everyone. now he realizes himself as no one.
he can relax. no reason for more effort than to survive. live the simple life. a life of untold magick if you choose to believe, which many do not and those who do become quickly lost along the way.
few understand the ways of pathless paths when it is entirely simple and easy on the mind. you don't have to think at all if you don't wanna. that's the beauty of it.
the clown thinks about how many reports have been written up about him by various people for various reasons, mainly being that it is what they get paid to do. everybody loves $$$. can't get enough. it makes everybody a working fool trying to get ahead of everyone else.
this is his report to the committee as not p0em.
robots coming to kill us with their mind rays. we will believe we're dead already. what's the use?

fair is a non-existent concept - guru jeff.
we invent our own destruction according to our nature and nurture and indoctrination. fact or fiction? haha - suppose it is neither/both, what then? then we all can go home again. there are no solutions to this mess that civilizations quickly become. and after rain the sun comes out.
bubblegum.
wishful thinking.

boring but never bored the clown proceeds in circles spiraling out from 0 inside his head where somewhere he dwells. everybody sleeping he spends his time mostly alone which has been his life as he likes it. he likes many things - useless things. no value to anyone but him. who would steal it? who would know what it is? and they all might be abandoned at a moment's notice. there is always more.
when everything becomes the same over and over of which he is guilty himself. he blames society. bugs on the windshield. we can say whatever we want, but it's more important if a well known celebrity says it instead. then we can quote it and feel important too.

deep blues again. happy times at last. frump. $$$ makes $$$ for somebody, even if we lose it all. down in the delta, baby.
there's something wrong with this whole business. do you know what it is? you wanna take a guess?

it's gazorbnik.
gazorbnik, the spanner in the works of the pie in the sky. gazorbnik everywhere everywhen in everything. gazorbnik obliterates it sideways from here now to infinity. gazorbnik is our beloved friend and hateful enemy. there's no telling what next. who needs gods? gods are just an excuse. forget the 4th or whatever dimension. who needs it? we have enough problems as it is. but gazorbnik is not one of them. it creates problems only for those who try to reason with it. it's a losing struggle.
you may think this'll never happen to you. but it already has and you probably don't know it. get to know it. it's good for you, though it doesn't always seem that way while it's happening. ghost circus coming to town. look out.
just watch your favorite shows on tv.
CERN shenanigans.
spacetime shifting.
what will they think up next? something to destroy us all? as the clown gazing out the window at not much happening at all except everything. everybody is strange dancing to hypnotic rhythms through the night dark without a moon to be seen but which is felt.
as our theory of everything states, gazorbnik is the tool of idiots and fools to seem smarter than they are but usually has the opposite effect without them knowing. but the clown suspects everything so he's cool. gazorbnik works for those who have come to doubt everything else no matter what. we doubt our faces in the mirrors of the maze of mirrors.
then one doubts one's own doubt. be careful that faith doesn't overcome you at this point but to continue onward wherever that may lead us. but remember that you can't get there from here.

it's all the fault of our enemy. they attempt to trick us from the start. their intentions are hidden behind handshakes and smiles. but we have no enemy except those who believe we are their enemy, and there are many of those kinda people around about as you probably already know. it's for your own good, like it or not.
that is this world. but we suspect it is all other worlds as well. why shouldn't it be? wealth and power is the same no matter what dimensions of being we might happen to exist in, held by the few to control the many.
exactly that. nothing else comes close to what we believe is truth. truth has no meaning otherwise than our belief. nope.
beatniks are out to make it rich.
o' know.

this is the true time. it's coming down to here now. it all will be real. no more dreaming. but it's always a dream. we remember this clearly. but that will make little difference. we will be slaughtered again and again. what else do we exist for? let them boast how much courage they have against us unarmed and not fighting back. don't make us laugh. it's a silly game. more so now than ever before. upon the stage of the burning theater to wild applause and cheers.
it's medication time.

it's times to be what time it is. more coffee, a toke, a cigarette. life is good for the clown. how does he rate this privilege he's got? a zillion ways from tuesday. in a strange trance, he sneezes - ah-choo.
action/reaction/non-action. at what scale from infinitesimal to infinite are we observing? it makes all the difference, doesn't it? everyone's on ecstasy, real or imagined. don't lift a finger. let everything be as it may be. or act upon it with the same happy results over and over in your heaven forever. haha on you, baby.

meanwhile, we go through lives and worlds unending as they are unbeginning - wheee... how we enjoy them all in all their pleasures and pains. what else is new? and each world and life seem very much real. and they are real as real might be. but does that matter? not to us.
whatever scenario is being played out wherever we might be we go along with to some extent as is usually needed to survive, otherwise, why do it?
but we are fortunate while others are not. we don't know why this is. it's just fate we suppose. but what is fate but our actions, reactions, and inactions individually and collectively? and so what? still fate may deny us what we most desire. who cares?

we care. we are immortal mortal creatures who would be gods if we felt like it. the gods we invent that we program how to behave with certain parameters within which they may exercise their free will if they wish to do so.
trapped within the given cultural structure of words, phrases, sentences, paragraphs, and on from there. the clown can't seem to get them outta his head to explain such a simple idea as it. too bad. oh well. hahaha.
and forget about gazorbnik. it's a lost cause. he needs a cigarette.
everything that either exists or does not exist or somehow in-between. the possibilities and impossibilities and their probable states of reality. we open the box and discover the cat has disappeared.

we believe what we believe just as the heavens open up and $$$ rains down upon us and is instantly worthless the moment it lands on the ground. it won't buy shit no more. and so many are confused as to why. 2+2=cow is why. why not?
any idiot should know that. but you're not an idiot, are you? any idiot should know if they are an idiot or not. being an idiot is a no win situation thing.
but as far as our theory of everything is concerned...