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mark:
the klown awake and typing not p0em.
those whose solution to whatever is violence are stupid.
it’s the easiest thing to do, takes no thought whatsoever.
but that’s not the klown’s problem.
the klown imagines having flowers in his hair.
that’s good enough for him.
why does he need to do it in reality?
to get the attention of others?
to impress them?
he would rather dream as the fat black cat licks her asshole.
reality has never much been his friend.
in fact it tries to kill him.
by the grace of gods he is still alive.
he doesn’t know why.
maybe he’s a fly.
he doesn’t know why that either much, true or not.
but how could it be true?
he’s not a fly, is he?
a cockroach, perhaps.
hee-hee-hee.
so now as we approach an uncertain doom the klown has another toke or 2 to make his way happily along pathless paths wandering wondering hither thither and yon through wilderness mindscapes.
he sighs.
such a waste, but it needs to be.
such is the dharma of it all mixed together as it is or not.
most everyone full of fear about most everyone else.
what will they do next?
karma lingers about them waiting to play its part.
the universe including the world has memory.
skeptics hoot and holler about the supernatural of it all.
it just ain’t logical.
but, hey, the sex was great.
still wandering wondering the klown makes his way to the crowded stage at the burning theater where he sits at his required location back stage left corner gazing out the window to see everything in all its amazing glory as much as his senses can perceive as well as his imagination (our 6th sense?).
oh, what can we prove or not prove?
not everything stands to our reason.
sometimes it just needs to sit down and take a break, you know?
the next day –
to continue not p0em onstage at the burning theater where serious comedians have taken over the show that must go on never ending until the end of time – or something like that.
they electronicly override your self-driving auto to have it lock you inside and bring you to the nearest detention center.
then the fun begins.
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