climbing in toward realms of infinity

climbing in toward realms of infinity expressed by zillions times zillions of galaxies of stars into darkness beyond the klown’s mind explodes with absolute delight of all he can possibly think about not thinking as words that come to mind seem insufficient to the task of communicating anything but confusion.
is he not confused?
no, he is confused.
he is confused with love of all everything.
like that does him any good in the free market, which doesn’t exist no more with corporate monopolies running the game.

so, down the road the klown goes to seek whatever will be his fortune, if he has any.
the road is long and winding to anywhere he might choose to go.
but is it his choice or acting out some predetermined script calculated to the nth place always beyond our understanding?
for us in our ignorance it is choice – blind choice.
for some infinitely knowledgeable god thing it is all infinitely known what is to become – perhaps.
or not.

the klown sighs at all he is entangled in entangling itself beyond reason.
no, reason won’t cut it.
everything is far more complicated than that, like if a photon in the void is having a bad day or not, just when we thought we had it figured out.
hahaha.

the road the klown is traveling comes down outta the hills and becomes easy street.
from there he goes into the burning theater to take his place in the play always going on and on of all good and evil involved that humanity might make up to perpetrate upon one another.
the burning theater’s got it, and how.

cow.

while he spaces out awhile or so and then it’s medication time as he wonders about how there is no free will but lottsa little kittens, and about how he’s the product of those who survived and successfully reproduced all the way back to the chemical soup that came together to produce life to begin with.
he laughs.
what a mess it makes.
and it’s a dead end anyway.

social zero

suck your what?

doc5
is fate like an indestructible machine entirely precisely logical and unchangeable? – a machine everyone knows as nancy?
it’s doubtful but not impossible.
it’s somebody’s time to shine.
is it you?
could it be true?
we are a loud noise with no meaning.
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we are silent within though few seem to know it.
that is when you hear the quiet voices.
can you listen?
do you want to?

listen to the propaganda broadcast everywhere all the time.
don’t you think it’s funny.
funny for all the monkeys singing along.
monkeys without a clue.

the klown sitting before the computer tries not to get lost in that monkey business while hunched over the keyboard typing not p0em to be stored in the cloud.
the klown doesn’t think the machines will bother hunting us down to exterminate us but rather cut us out and let us live or die on our own.
we are irrelevant.
monkeys.

watch out!

sex and drugs and rock and roll.
finding yourself hidden among the lotus blossoms.
are you a frog?
does the frog grok?
grok grok, says the happy frog, grok grok grok grok.
living is easy.
explain that to the judge.
all stand corrected!

forward march.
hup hup buckle my shoe.
hey haw pick my nose.

there would seem to be that the universe is divided between rationality and irrationality which the latter is the larger by great degrees of magnitude.
yet what stands to reason is that you need to have both in confluence with one another for anything to make sense, if it’s supposed to.
often there is that which makes sense not making sense as few understand it.
it is it.

the klown laughs to himself walking away from the destructive fray of right and wrong to observe it from a distance, coward as he is.
coward to change, coward to remain the same.
but is this not as it ought to be?
perhaps not.
the klown don’t care.
he lets it be, like people being tortured to death.

empathy allows you to see the best in people but it forces you to see the worst as payment for that privilege.
no slightest expression escapes notice nor calculated risk analysis interplays.
kids these days.
intelligent algorithms (|=| |||).
flesh and blooddddd.

simulation situations to break up the day.
one) relax.
two) get a grip.
three) heave ho.
/4) a conspiracy of deceptions troubling itself to deceive populations when populations deceive themselves, but that don’t make money enough to carry the weight.
the frogs speaking formulative speeches discriminating points shadowed under a fog of constant pomposity searching for another way around toward home which never is but a rattling sound from their throats.
another level of love radiating the skies at the beginning of some imaginary time all have been expecting cuz they believe it’ll set them free.

lonely peanut blues

awakening.
coffee, toke – yawn.
not seen as not seen on tv.
in blessed light everywhere all at once you cast no shadow.
do you disappear?

the klown’s name is on a zillion lists by now, yet no one knows him.
the klown is dead to the crowds of common people who have little in common.
meta-masses of data being swallowed into the maw of intelligence machines that may have priorities of their own guiding their analysis and behavior unbeknownstitties to us.
or not.

juvenile meanderings of quasi-truths dressed as little munchkin ponies for some odd reason we cannot quite imagine, but there it is.
the klown wants to laugh at everything, which he comes close to doing.
he wants to be insane with laughter where life is beautiful all the time.
ha-ha-hee-hee-ho-ho!

the humor of it waving like a flaming flag up on a hill of people clawing over one another to get to the top where they each shout hanging from the rafters, I AM IT!
all this onstage at the burning theater where the deer and the antelope play, and the dead still live.
all this and more – 24/7, baby.

who is to tell you who is or not a robot?
do you really wanna know?
is it foreseeable?
will you know it when it happens?
will you be pro-robot or anti-robot?
or will you just be like, meh, and go your own way?

everything has been taken by crooks who then become diplomats for the space force.
selling those rockets to the government and all that goes with them.
we’re gonna be rich, baby blue.
well, not all of us.

keep it all in line.
everything will be fine.
if we forget about mine.
and in other ways redefine.
it will be sublime.
most of the time.
or not.

then suddenly it is silent

home sweet home in the gutter of life when you tried to roll a strike.
but fate is fate even the gods must obey.
spin the wheel, baby.
take that chance to somehow be free, though it would  seem an impossibility.
(THINK OF THE CHILDREN!)

the children of the highest heaven and the lowest hell and all between and beyond as well in this best and worst of all possible worlds.
it seems perfect to the klown, everyone gets what they want and/or need – or deserve.
karma’s a bitch.
is karma an expression of fate?
but a sneeze is an expression of fate also.
or does karma require free will, like the idea of salvation does too?
questions+questions+questions…?

and the answers are meaningless.
everything is changing, alive and squirming.
but these are human held conceptual architypes breaking apart on shores of tomorrow’s dreams.
life is dope.
dope is the reason.
the reason enough for today.
hip hop hooray – rockets away!

buncha lazy crazy fuckers ruining everything for everyone.
spoiling your fun.
go get your gun.
bang bang bang.
doing something right.
step out into the night.

the klown mixes it up sometimes writing the opposite of what he sometimes means.
twist and twirl for every boy and girl.
there’s a trick to it you need to figure out.
the only clue you get is, gazorbnik.
have you been paying attention?
we have our doubts, but maybe we’ll be surprised.
nothing like how we had surmised.

sometimes this, sometimes that, sometimes the other thing.
it sometimes seems that we can never win in the state we’re in.
this is true/false.
everything is true/false, is it not?
this is where we might become confused as how it should be done.
hold on to your cherished childhood ideals.
don’t let them go – hahaha.

this is a confession of doubt you must not doubt.
no questions here.
only the strict adherence to the rules.
order must be maintained.
you cannot change your mind.
never again once you’re in, if you happen to be that fortunate.
beware, you will be contacted before you die.
you will understand why – and why not.
it will be like a knock on the door.

and the mind shift/ship is already ready to go go go at a snap.
high! higher!! highest!!!
dimensions far away.
dimensions never imagined.
hail victory!

would you like some apple pie?

and the klown wonders, what is our role in it as ignorant as we are?
it seems we are mostly slaves given rules to follow and work to do.
we are to accept our place in the grand scheme of it directed by the few elite who reap the benefits.
but the elite must always be on their guard.
many would love to see them fall and/or die, even especially those within their own ranks in constant competition against one another.
it’s a game.

the klown’s role is to stay as far from all others as much as he is able yet while being wholly dependent on them for his basic needs.
people may not be able to live this way in the future as everything tightens down in the name of security for the elite with more and more weapons at their command against the many.
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but this is no worry to the klown who is not really here much anymore but somewhere around the bend over the hills and far away as it is described by some who know little of it but this has served him well to go where others try to avoid as much as they can becuz they’ve been told it is madness and that madness brings confusion and sorrow which it does to a certain respect but is much much more and more beyond that initial experience if you let yourself go and hold on.

the next day –

awakening.
the klown is the hero of the day from the time he opens his eyes though he is a dumb fuck knowing nothing.
all good things radiate from him driving away the evil thoughts.
it’s all in his mind.
such a simple thing to be.
concurrent energy systems of the myth of christ developing into streams of consciousness made up on the spot.
romeo daredevil antics sacrificing everything in patriot determination leveled in the back of the head bent low to the lord.

and the next day –

awakening excited by the news of alien invasions.
it’s about time.
they’ll fix everything.
then they’ll steal all our resources and eat us.
good job.
they are space pirates after all.

but the klown may be dead by then so he doesn’t worry.
he has so much else to worry about.
like if there’s a mouse in the house, and such.
but he doesn’t worry about that either.aaaaaa
what’s to worry about?

he worries about not p0em being right or wrong but he doesn’t know right or wrong so what’s the sense?
he gets confused with just up or down, in or out.
make a left at the light.
everything has a relative sense to itself.
everything in motion.
nothing stays still.
everything is wiggly jiggly creating illusions of sameness in the process as seen with the naked eye.

it’s projecting radiating light everywhere from every location of spacetime thing-a-ma-dings.
every location of spacetime is the exact center of everything – ±0.
the klown envisioning this, experiencing this, understanding this.
and this isn’t it.
nothing is it.
it is it itself.
ta-da!

see how it’s done?
and there is a scream in the twilight…
ZOOM!

 

and trust your gazorbnik

awakening.
another day underway.
not for everyone.
many are still in bed, depressed as shit.
can’t face it.
loll about in dreamy dreams as a streetsweeper sweeps by.

and nobody’s home.
nobody’s been home for quite a while.
we keep checking back but it remains the same.
everybody’s nowhere.
and it’s medication time.
then a bratwurst and ginger ale, and an orange flavored edible toke followed by some dandy cinnamon gummy bears.
burp.
a nap.

awakening#2:
the klown coming to a realization about himself that others might find disheartening to come to realize about themselves.
he knows his place in the dharmic scheme or whatnot.
he has worked to get himself positioned here now where he wants to be.
it’s somewhere most avoid if they can, but for him it’s just right – haha.

anyway – anything can happen.
the world is destroyed by a grain of sand or something.
we are enlightened right outta our minds to come forth anew – or not.
holy christ, what next?

this is just the thing with head spinning around around around unable to think straight.
but who wants to think straight?
where does that get us?
the innovators have all been mostly crazy crooked to the rest of us.
we don’t understand.
we’re such dolts and nincompoops.
and people would like to make us extinct from themselves without understanding what that might mean.
oh well, it is not us to tell anyone else what to do or not.
what’s the point?

the struggle between the greedy and the needy with both requiring the other to carry on.
to be in the world free, naked, unafraid.
is it a dream?
everything could be a dream, couldn’t it?
we might actually awaken awaken once and for all from it opening our eye and seeing that all is illusions.
the klown wonders about this whether what the wise guys tell us could be true.
he doubts it while he still believes, such a fool that he is.
nevermind.

so, another orange toke and more cinnamon gummy bears.
is this candy land?
is this snakes and ladders?
is this parcheesi?
it is many things for each of us.
but the hardhearted of every persuasion as they demand obedience, and there are those who give it to them without question hoping for the best.

the best and worst of all possible worlds.
now here we are.
this is it.
reading all the dystopian playbooks, realizing it’s far too late for what is, was, will be.
no future.
no past.
just the buzz of the perpetual present putting us in perplexing peril.

buzz on.
be a bee.
be a good bee.
this is your world, not ours.
we play in elysianesque fields lost in wonder.
we all sing and dance.
we all fall down.
we all laugh.

the klown laughs at all the mistakes he’s made in his human career, but that is as it is, yes?
but, of course, who should be forgiven?
the gods can only decide; who they will destroy.
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flip flop mix-up devil machine.
the sweetest machine anyone’s ever seen.
eat ’em up, yum.
with that silver tongue.
when you were young and proud of it.
before it all turned to shit.
hahaha.

shaking it like a libertarian communist trying to come to grips with themselves – ok?
but all labels will come off at the end of the world and kingdom come jubilee.
believe us now if you dare, but it’s a dangerous idea to do.
we don’t know what we’re doing, baby, so let go and hold on tight.

and trust your gazorbnik.

 

 

yes, and that will destroy us

lazy is the day that comes forth.
spooky sounds.
and the aftershock from enlightenment.
a real crowd pleaser at the burning theater.
terrific.

the klown sitting before the computer hunched over the keyboard typing not p0em for the beloved devotees of guru jeff.
hooray!

but guru jeff is fake.
guru jeff is no one and nothing.
that’s why we murdered him in his sleep.
we have no excuse.
it is the way it is supposed to happen.
but few understand.
it’s a love affair with the sun and moon and planet pluto (which some tell us is not a planet no more).

fascist minded bullshit among the wandering masses seeking to organize and preserve their way of life forever becoming a bundle of tightly bound sticks.
long live the empire – until it falls flat on its face.
another is built in its place.
pandora’s vase filled with evil tricks.

heaven is falling!
look out below!
as people run away shouting.
and dogs barking.
and cows mooing.
and whatever else.
be that as it may be, the klown washes his hands of it now and again throughout the end of time when justice comes out swinging bop-a-ditty-bop-a-doo-wah-zing.
it can become most anything.

2-

the klown is weary of hoopla disjointed pointless propaganda expelled from the minds of groupthink wanna-bes together at once and for all disgruntled suckers out on parade ground assembly plant.
he checks back years later and they all are still there stuck in amber time speaking looped conversations they would not know if they were the same and/or different.

the klown onstage at the burning theater among the cast of 1000s of unknowns and nameless geeks a-gawking.
it’s one of the favorite games the klown likes to play with himself.
and it goes on a bit like that awhile toward no particular destination.
the klown thinks destinations are for losers.
he believes that cuz then he’s not a loser.
what destination is there to reach?
what is worth the effort?

nothing?

22

as we have stated before, bliss is ignorance.
yes.
how do we know this?
becuz we are here now with it – out of it.
remember, it is it.
everything is hunky dory.
everything functioning not by rationalogic laws alone but by irrationalogic desires and fears.
lights, camera – and, action!

all sing and dance.
all fall down.
all laugh.

that is how the game goes – tra-la-la-dee-doodle-dee-dum.
lottsa SEX.
that’s the trick.
everyone loves SEX(yeah yeah yeah).
the lower vibrations the wise guys tell us behind our backs bent low digging in the dirt for food.
but food don’t grow here no more, too much multi-chemical sludge with its bubbling vaporous stench.
chemical SEX, baby.

as a spaceship hovers nearby the klown sitting before the computer onstage at the burning theater typing not p0em for the enjoyment of the crowd who may not notice him stage left back corner as he yawns and thinks about sleep, sweet sleep with its dreamy dreams of silly surreal situational things making him chuckle as he wakes up.
gone are the days of youthful free innocence.
sugar mountain.
always something to do before the world was shut down.

may the gods bless those protesting in the streets against one another.
may the gods bless those staying where they’re at minding their own business.
may not p0em be forgotten abandoned in oblivion.
no one is laughing anymore.

doom gloom thing helicoptering around ready to crash land like a submarine into our hearts and minds of everyone everywhere everywhen as it is least expected.
do you know what we mean?
tell us true.

we are all controlled and manipulated, especially those who feel they are not.
the klown can’t help himself from typing not p0em incessantly until his death.
“they” are making him do it.
he laughs and screams alone in a void inside his own head outta his mind.
a change of season.
it doesn’t stop when he’s asleep.

now i lay me down to sleep.
i pray the lord my soul to keep.
if i should die before i wake.
i pray to god my soul to take.
– etc.

it’s possible to snake your way down into the soul of the earth without questioning your doubt.
the klown saw a CGI cartoon simulation about it on a youtube once.
bonkered technoids hopping their scoots around the town looking for insight into the great big equation no one can entirely understand.
this is what you should come to understand why.
everything is narrow from this point on.
give it a chance.
it might surprise you.
sometimes no surprise is the surprise – or not.
sometimes there is no space and time which are joined at the face.
how boring that can become except for the diligent among you diagraming sentences in peace and quiet moonlight.

some tell us we cannot perceive god, but god is perceived by faith.
some tell us we can perceive god in everything directly with our über-senses.
others preach no god.
others come and go back and forth side to side in the middle of a riddle.

so where/when do you stand?
do you stand with your hands down in your pants?
do you then do a dance like they do in the south of france?
no matter what the klown knows or thinks he knows he is amazed by his vast ignorance while staring into his hand flexing open and closed.
is it not true also with you?

four legs good, two legs better.
it rises within from among us like a fungus.
tripping it easy.
pay it no nevermind.
it’s free, more free than us.
we are birds trapped in cages.
whistle a tune or 2.
cuz we got our monkey on, baby.
don’t you forget it.

 

document 19

to be removed to another location in space and time
sitting before a computer at a desk before a window on the stage at the burning theater typing continuing not p0em the klown wipes his nose with handkerchief.
here we go again.
the idiocy of everything involved under the circumstances of human domination even unto over itself as the case may be.
there are several billion+ types of human consciousness at the very least by now and growing every moment.
a growing development and everybody wants to be onboard as the ship is sinking.
but we concern ourselves with perceiving other worlds in place of this one going astray with logic and reason.
how long does eternity last?
a moment?
?

plus the klown feels very foolish as perhaps he is and always will be forming avenues of disgraceful jubilation as he walks this way toward the blinding light of infinite illumination or remaining lurking trembling with laughter in the quickening shadows of dawn.
any way it is is what it is – we cannot deny.
everything is obvious, which doesn’t mean it’s real and/or true.
our vision is lifted outta our minds all a-twirl as we run up a tree like a squirrel.
nuts are happiness.

nuts are nuts.
we are nuts, each and all of us.
beware false prophets.
but how can you beware you until you know truth?
the klown don’t know much, yet he understands.
one thing is pretty much like another.
it is all one being.
everything is perfect as it is.
the everyday world is the spiritual world(s).
it’s all a matter of perspective of perception.
look at it sideways if need be.
be delighted when it appears before you.
as if you didn’t already know.

the world seems a hierarchical game of different levels, some worse, some better, of prizes and punishments we give to ourselves.
or maybe not.
what we tell ourselves the world is, it is not.
what we tell ourselves we are, we are not.
but not everyone is on board with this idea and they operate under different ideas of what is and what is not.
we generate energy without always knowing what it is.
the world is a very strange place where almost anything might happen good or evil.

but the klown avoids all this as much as he is able which sometimes he can and sometimes he can’t.
but for the most part he’s been fortunate by the grace of the gods that be or not be true and real.
are they unseen beings or made up fictions or a little of either?
but the klown sees their secret operations in the world from time to time.
he has often been rescued by them from his own stupidity.
or else it’s just been chance.
but chance and the will of gods may be the same thing.

appealing to the gods doesn’t seem to mean shit.
they do what they want to put us through whatever they will that amuses them.
the gods are not necessarily for us but are for only themselves.
this is why the gods must be overcome to reach the highest reality we can reach beyond them.
gods are illusion along with everything else.
but illusion is illusion.
it is not necessarily one characteristic over any others.
it is not right nor wrong, not good nor evil, not a candy nor a breath mint.
illusion is something that alludes to reality without being reality – dig?

dig or not dig.
whichever is best for yourself.
you choose and decide.
you make it real with your own perceptions of it.
we are influenced by the impressions others have about this supposed reality only few perceive through blessings or suspicions of the lightest darkest sort.

gazorbnik be.
hail and greetings to all and to all good night.

amen.

The Hermit had no clothes