part 94 -

there will be those who don't get it still. a dementing construction of words.
but we have not much more time for this. why did we ever bother? attempting to achieve bliss with a kiss.
but now it opens to the skies in disguise as a squirming worm cleverly whispering its secrets few wish to know. what purpose does it ever serve?

but wait... what's the deal? too much information.

exactly - as it is known now among us who understand the workings of their gazorbnik - not an easy task to set for oneself.

it's medication time for the clown who types this dirge of not p0em for those who are about to fall flat on their face. we cannot help them. nor perhaps should we if we could. let the show begin.

and when it backfires in our face we will laugh all the more over the hills and far away around the bend about us being such fools. so this will be the device of our defeat when everything couldn't be more complete?.
in this context, gods are interesting. for ourselves we do not know if there are gods or not. however we observe those who believe their gods are real such that they will make war about it. they get ready for the war of wars when everybody gets their chance. worldwide rioting.\
so mote it be - or whatever the fuck.

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we are not the victims here. we champion our cause to the highest level possible to our mission to set the project in place against all unbelieving eyes searching for truth. our mission here is to surrender and infiltrate ourselves among the others. we are known to them, but not as we are ourselves.

3 is good enough. let that be our lesson today in the school of misfit toys no god will come to claim. we are free to believe what we will - to will what we believe. it will happen - in its own mind, and ours to witness.
where we go we're not allowed to tell. you never know.

who knows?

what does it mean? is $$$ the only answer in the end?
everybody's in business. it's the best logical conclusion. we think nothing of it, as we have been instructed not to.
excitedly we watch the moon rising from the sea. the sea is humanity. let's be frank. take it or leave it makes no difference. double bubble. wheels turning this way, that way, the other way, on and on. but not wheels really - not really really, just kinda really. buzzzt?

those of rationalogic minds do not understand the irrationalogic process to arrive at some of this crap. all to set the project in its place at the heart tuned to receive. won't that be the day to celebrate when every wish is fulfilled? do you know what you wish for? it may be not what it seems at first, but then you will know for sure.
it's not complicated but takes a lotta work to arrive. being an idiot isn't as easy as it may appear. the names one is called. the punishment set upon us. but we laugh all that away by now. what's done is done, let's go have some fun.

we suppose we could make up whatever something to believe as the others seem to do. that's what makes sense to us anyway. it could be anything. the more that believe the merrier. but we have nothing for anyone but ourselves, but that's enough. we are the embodiment of our beliefs. our beliefs are projections of our souls which we are - or not.

coughing, the clown continues not p0em watching everything dividing apart together. ramapo. here's where it all goes sorta wrong. rambunctiously quasi-squeak petro-patrol running for their dearly held lives toward the landing spaceships which upon landing vibrate themselves into under the ground without disturbing the surface as we knew it would come to this event we are still studying from long ago until now expecting success for our determination forged from our own flesh and blood distinctly forgetting what everything is for.

we can't seem to keep on with this certain unexpected experience when we are both frightened and overjoyed. can you believe it? is that necessary? cuz we're not so sure we believe it. not till our gazorbnik tells us so.
gazorbnik is like having a radio in your head receiving all sortsa star signals and such like. but it's also not like that at all really. don't become confused. that's all we remember being useless eaters that we are. everybody's out to get us. mean rotten people who are sick and tired of shit. why should they work so hard for us to do nothing?

but, besides that, here we go. gazing across the universe at the back of our heads. is that how it comes and goes? and that seems overtly unnecessary as is most everything else. too bad. so sad. how happy we have become most of the times we are not caged in sorrow but both are equal in a larger picture we might now imagine though knowing as little as we do yet by far understanding more than one might expect by such as us who have been pushed down in our face as much as we have been. it doesn't matter good or evil. it's all the same difference to us. but we are not worried. every story has a happy ending if we believe.

freakazoidal freaks jumping up and running after the ice cream cement truck like yesterday's news. why should it be any different now? only the gods know how now brown cow. the anti-sex league strikes again as we knew they would if they could. all pleasure is thoughtcrime. the distraction is complete. who has time to think?
calm down. it's not over yet.
we'll let you know.

gazorbnik.
will no one consider that which promises nothing as having any value? or does it always need to evoke reward/punishment to get us to notice? to have what one has not. are we that much fools? is it being foolish? relax. are we just rolling stones with nothing left to lose as we have been told.
so much to be done without the will to do it. hahaha - funny how that works. but here we come to save the day having it be our own way if we can afford it. who measures life by $$$? we know who. it's no secret. it's been revealed as everything is collapsing around us. who gets in and who is kept out. it takes $$$ to make their world go around. why not?

what must be done now to fulfill our deepest dreams we keep to ourselves. to not know right from wrong. but that just leads to more trouble than it's worth.
what's the plan? do we have any? do we have a clue as we shop at the company store looking for our own best interest which is dwindling away?
high on god we are apt to do most anything given the dismal nature of our lives we perceive otherwise. we cannot deny the usefulness of groupthink collective ideologies in getting shit done no matter what. forget whatever ideas of our freedom we may have had. we've received our marching orders.

but why despair? our inner contentment can be found. rest easy in the gathering light surrounding us now. let joy be found complementing our brokenhearted sorrow. it's almost too easy. wait for it.
but words can mean anything.
the clown naps.

awakening - ha.
odd dreams of late. but then this is the end of everything we imagine being real. über-people taking over, sucking it out for themselves as it has always been. left with what we might glean from the devastation left behind. everyone in their own fractured memories trickling through their minds.
we report to the committee about the propagandaistic world we have been delivered to. no one talks to one another, they just shout volleys of slogans. those who do talk are silenced by the noise of the machines.
come out, come out, whoever you are. now soon is the time. time for what?

time must know no bounds, except for alpha/omega, infinitely set apart. as far apart as 0 is to 1. that foreboding feeling we have now disrupting trains of thought diverting them into new directions toward god so it all works out in the end knowing what we're missing. the code is broken. the seal is open. now what are we to do? blasting off into new experiencing of space and time remaining the same yet without our knowing. the ideal form resting in imagination. are we already here now? where else is there to go? you know what we mean? inner and outer space and all that.

sleep, the final frontier, what dreams are made of to have and to hold. mission control. negative negative.
do we wanna be right? of course not. somebody should do something about that. it's not us. is it you? we're just sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g.
all for what it's worth. tactical error. we get up and dance. we find romance. everything takes on different meanings with eye open to see it. we've perhaps taken it to the limit, but we keep going just in case. what else are we to do? seriously.
we believe everyone's story until we know better. then what?