part 87 -

11:11
the clown sleeps.

awakening.
coffee, toke, cigarette.
have we not already :"confessed" to all the crimes you accuse us of? what do we do now? direct our thoughts to yours to meet your approval? nonsense.
we have our mission to "perfect" the project as much as we are able. we report to the committee via not p0em and dabble into our theory of everything. what is the harm in this?
not that we are claiming innocence. we are far from that, but just as far away from guilt. both are irrelevant "except" to those who judge others who inform us that we are in great grave "error". but of course. that is how they make their $$$ by convincing others to join the herd. religion as spiritual ponzi scheme.

dawn comes creeping around the place. soon we will douse the light and open the blinds. peek-a-boo, we see you.
we try to keep everything within the realms of possibility as it flies through to outer space and time. what are we to make of this eventuality? did it really happen, or is it our fantasy?
what occurs in our minds?

nevermind.
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duality serves its purpose to differentiate this world apart from itself along continuums of opposing forces - or something like that.
discuss it among yourselves.
don't forget to carry the bum. :)

everything in "balance out of balance". how is this possible? it maintains its balance while always falling out of balance at once.
look at everything and "see".
everything balancing poised on ±0.

the clown's head filling with butterflies as he is typing not p0em for the joyful beautiful masses of peoples - the folks of the world and their suspicious jealous gods.
more coffee.
it's medication time.

everything keeping itself together from crashing all over the place, though sometimes it does just that.
everybody be good and well to themselves as we wish for ourselves.
why do anyone harm? why not?
exactly.
there's a war on.

we understand your objections to us. you believe you are on a true path toward a true god. we're just making shit up as we please. fair enough.
but neither of us shall convince the other to cease and desist. nor should we?
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the clown naps.

awakening.
coffee, toke, cigarette.
continuing not p0em© for some odd reason. keeping the people confused and happy.
oh boy.

by the way, the plural of gazorbnik is gazorbnix.
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he has always wondered about truth. what is it? where is it? is it what various people tell everyone it is?
he always wanted to know the bottom line which he imagines is the simple life and that which is immediately apparent. perhaps that was wrong, though he doubts it with his doubting nature.
is truth like a stone or is it like a river? both continue in their own way of continuing. one is no more truth than the other. nothing is any more truth than anything else. that is how it seems to him. if it exists it is truth. if it can be imagined it is truth.

11:11
but why worry on about that when there are abused sick starving neglected children of all ages in this world? is it such a wonderful place to be, ignoring the pain and suffering?
yes, it is, is it not? if we allow it to be. that should be the only truth which concerns us in the moment.

it would happen with any 2+ points no matter how near or far we place them or how fast or slow their orbits are relative to one another, they will always create with their motion some sort of what we recognize as patterns.
the world is pattern recognition.
continuously changing becoming.
yup.

cycles and patterns is what he sees as the clown gazes out the window into the world of order mixed with chaos to become this vision of perfection as the physical world. then he comes back to the usual perception of reality and wonders a bit about that, putting "hand in pocket".
the business of the world making its $$$ more than can be counted at one time as it too is always continuously changing.
thoughtcrime -
criminals driving in their cars. next destination, mars. get them before they get us. the computers calculate the probabilities of attack. pre-emptive 1st strike. NOW!

annihilate those fuckers. it's good for them. the state of being completely forgotten: poontang. he would like to become completely forgotten to find out what is happening, if anything. when there is no more meaning except what one devises for oneself - like gazorbnik.
gazorbnik is to be completely forgotten.

do we completely forget everything and are completely forgotten as some would believe we are possessed by demons? that's the old story with our kind. no room to move. gargling our own blood as our bodies shake. let's form a group and call ourselves the snakes.
they told us it would be impossible. how easy we forget.

let's agree the sky is green. there will always be those who disagree just for the fun of it. there will always be those who sleep.
trophy wives considered how does everything work with t\riangular grids? we have one locked in the basement.
the symbiotic flavor of the month is declared. it is everybody's favorite, splushi mushy monkey balls.

our usual objections notwithstanding we go to work on the project often without knowing. the job gets done the same. who is allowed to know this feat of humanity? who has a sneaking suspicion? the clown goes back to sleep.