part 42 (6)
the darkness before the dawning of the bright astral light. don’t be alarmed, peoples. everything is as it should be, but you will not believe us, nor perhaps should you believe us.
taking our time but with no time to waste.
what do we have to prove?
nothing.
don’t be fooled again by satan, baby.
we are not honest.
we watch and wait.
we will be annihilated with everything else in the end.
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do we have time still for this pointless confusion?
let us check our calendars.
yes, nothing but time.
he goes to get some coffee. sometimes that’s all one can do when confronted by one’s own stupidity. even the cat even knows. we should just let it all alone for now, nothing can be done as it is. comeback another day.
apologize for this, apologize for that, apologize for the other thing – a life of apology///.
sorry for existing and disrupting the lives of others more important than ourselves which will always be the case in this back stabbing hierarchical world we employ for the glory of some and the degradation of others.
and there is the worship of heroes that changes day to day. those who live the lives of what the many wish for themselves. they love to watch them rise. they love to watch them fall. be careful.
everything is phony fake ass shit. the tired displays hauled out each time to celebrate the repeating affairs ever the same.
follow the bouncing ball. you all know what to do. kill the motherfuckers. if they don’t free us we will free ourselves. but free to do what? has anybody thought it out that far?
we will find out how dependent we are on a slave society when it is all upended topsy turvy and we starve to death cuz no one will bring us our dinner.
hahaha.
we wonder how it begins. we wonder when it ends. there is always someone who picks up the pieces and it continues everything all the same again – winners and losers.
the cheering of the crowds when it’s all set right again. the riots in the streets when it’s not. political power might come from a gun but armies march on their stomachs.
the world of illusion put together by the effort of our delusion to manufacture reality we might believe in for a while in a passing moment which is all that is needed to distract us from our ignorance.
the clown tries to keep awake but he is worn down and out. maybe a quick nap before medication time.
awakening.
medications.
spaghetti.
squeaky shoes.
millennial teenage world.
don’t know if you’re a boy or girl.
but the cavemen still hold on, wanna know what’s going on.
they wanna know what’s in your pants.
you wanna know if they can dance.
is there a chance?
whose love is true?
the sensitive life easily bruised.
staying outta the way.
let the other girls and boys break on through to the other side now.
the clown doubts they know where they’re going or what they are doing.
do they?
it would be a surprise.
but back then it was the days everything is alive.
the future bites back with memories.
we walk the darkened hallways of the museum – stone monuments and brass glass display cases.
a mausoleum of plunder.
while many visitors are oblivious, a few are sharp eyed to recognize the deception. a deception on generations of losers by the victors. the clues are what’s missing as well as what’s there. no one knows, but does anybody care?
some people get it and some people don’t – and some people won’t. they refuse with all their might, keeping their minds closed up tight. try to change them and they’ll put up a fight. this is the left as well as the right. this is up as well as down. this is humanity.
giant bugs telling us secret information we will need when we arrive at the next level, if ever. the process of a game more real than life. why should it not be? life is boring, tedious, repetitive – no fun. it should be action packed with excitement. that’s what everybody wants right now. they don’t care what needs to be destroyed to give it to them.
oh boy.
but we are the same even with our seemingly simple desires on the face of it. we cannot get away. there is no solution. none that has been found with 1000s of years of questioning thought the world over. we are not the 1st nor only ones. it would be strange if we were.
strange indeed…