pretzel

at the diner on easy street again with a mocha ordering over easy eggs with sourdough and orange juice and he’s all set for scribbling a not poem in a notebook like the old days of yore but not no more as much.
back when we thought it was the end of the world as we know it which it turned out to be.
nothing’s the same ever again this moment to the next spinning turning houses with eye of golf ball and burning flags and everything like that and such we so fondly remember.
ride it down to the ground where we stand against the tides coming in and going out again.
bacon.
break it up into teeny tiny pieces of itself to recognize cause and effect which we seem unsure as whether we should believe in it or not which doesn’t mean shit to a tree.
not us.
we are barking in our assumed madness others have defined and categorized for us to be placed in.
we don’t believe in it.
social construction.
for such a society which glorifies rationalogic reason above all must defend itself against any intrusion into its claims of control and domination over the mass population who couldn’t reason their way out of a paper bag once and for all again and again.
he’s not crazy, just lazy.
he is not sane, just the same as everyone in the same situation and circumstances.

so it comes and goes.
nothing is eternally the same otherwise it ceases to exist.
nothing happens.
change is necessary for existence.
energy and motion.
transmission of information.
sameness transmits nothing of itself ergo it does not exist as it cannot be perceived nor does it perceive.
think about it.
or not.
waves on a beach.
sitting in the sand under the sun and moon thinking about everything there might be to think about for no reason than to think about it.

transmission/reception of bits of data on/off on a continuum between and beyond.
processing.
it’s all amazing.
and it may be illusion though we cannot think of a reasonable reason it should be so.
what’s wrong with it being as it appears?
why not take it at face value?
reality is what we name as reality.
what else should it be?

the blind leading the blinded.
blinded by the light.
the light of their ideal of heaven with no contrasting darkness.
don’t they think this shit out?
don’t they imagine what is possible and what is not?
apparently they do not as much as we can tell.
but they think only in terms of conflict and being victorious triumph over all.
vanquishing the adversary once and for all forever.
ha.
but duality doesn’t work that way.
it is not possible.
opposites in duality cancel each other out.
if one goes, they both go.
we have little to no idea of what they might be thinking in their childish fantasies.
they just accept what they are told about it.
blindly.

discovering new ways to it from directions they cannot imagine.
it does not fit into their scheme scam thing.
not at all.
they feed the masses a buncha phony bullshit as it appeases the mob for the moment.
the masses do not think.
not collectively anyway.
the individual thinks.
but the individual is no one unless we can think of ways to make $$$.
then we are someone who people might listen to perhaps.
probably not though still.
other than that we have doctors who tells us what’s what and what’s not in their official authorized capacity.
the party line.
authorized by the power elite who wish to control everything.
that is the reasoning behind rationalogic how to gain and maintain power.

the happenstance patterns of living energies communicating a reality among them.
vibrating waves of bits of information.
receiving processing transmitting.
it seems somewhat plausible.
more so than a god with supernatural powers and magick though that could be true as well.
it- the thing itself.
that one.
actualized in full potential.
being.
becoming.
everything and nothing and all between on continuums of existence.
creating sustaining destroying.
transforming.
what is possible or not determined by certain parameters of the cosmic program.

we sit gazing out the window wondering what the fuck (?).
a question still unanswered.
we keep discovering uncovering more questions.
people worry about truth.
the truth is always changing while remaining always the same.
they don’t want questions unanswered.
they want truth that answers all.
the only way to gain that truth is stop asking so many fucking goddamn questions.

the masses of those who don’t know how to behave, not just to obey but for their own benefit.
to do away with the need to have masters lording over them.
to be able to organize themselves without leaders each knowing what is needed not only for themselves individually but themselves collectively as well.
to rise above and jettison the parasitic pigs bleeding them for all they are worth.
he is disappointed with them all.
he had believed it could and would be different but realizes now it is probably a foolish impossible dream.
everyone in it for their own gain which more often than not they lose.
this hierarchal competitive structured society cannot endure everyone being successful.
for there to be the few winners there must be many losers.
but though it can be argued that that way is the nature of things we are creatures who don’t need to always follow rules and can choose our own destiny making up something new way of living for the benefit of all.
or so our theory of everything holds.

but who cares about that other than complaining about it?
who is willing to give up their get rich schemes and dreams of becoming part of the elite for anything more sustaining economically socially politically , etc.?
few and far between.
he put aside those things to live a simple life to enjoy and to watch and wait for others to join him.
but they hurry and scurry on the road they hope will lead them to victory and triumph.
such silly creatures more trouble than they are worth.
he knows not what to do.
he hides himself from among them unnoticed as being no one they need to feel threatened by or might benefit from or otherwise be concerned about until he disappears.

they won’t be happy until they destroy everything good or bad they make no distinction.
they are ignorant louts as the wise guys describe them as being.
they might argue otherwise but the proof is in the pudding.
look at their world.
look at what they have done to a garden they were given.
he is saddened by this.
he dreams the life he might have lived in that paradise where he would not be insane.
such a distinction would be laughable to us in that world.
but, oh well.
it is not and probably will never be ever.
he lost interest in this world as it is long long ago as a child who could see what is and what is not.
he eats a pretzel.