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listen.
do you hear anything, like the turning of cosmic celestial spheres?
perhaps not.
what do you imagine instead?
is it good for you?
is it good for anyone?
perhaps not.

electric dominos falling knocking each other down in progression toward nowhere but their own destruction.
imagine that.
every wish comes true in its own weird way, sometimes backwards than it might seem, laughing all the way.
laughter that cuts like a chainsaw.

onstage at the burning theater the klown typing not poem cuz he ain’t no poet.
everything is a mess no one wants to deal with.
they’re not ready for it.
whatever could it be?
it feels like the 2nd coming, but we’ve believed in this before by now.
pay your taxes, render unto caesar, be humble and swift.

let the others be boastful and proud of their vanity in grand proportions.
what use is it?
it’s a lot of noise for naught.
it deafens our thoughts.
we must silently get away while no one notices our absence.
they are too distracted.

away further along on pathless paths experiencing everything we are able.
everything happens at once in the eternal moment here now that cannot be measured with any certainty.
knowing something, but not knowing so much more about it than that.

the klown hesitates and is lost.
lost from the awareness of the others who are barely aware of themselves.
how unfortunate for everyone.
do we love them anyway?
unconditional love?
it is hard to imagine.

not love of one specifically, but love of all generally.
love for the sake of love.
what fools we are and have been all this time wasted building monuments to ourselves.
there is nothing wrong with this picture, is there?

the klown leads himself away toward the shadows backstage to lean on a post and observe the antics we all go through to gain attention.
some are loud while others are quiet, while others are just nice.
then where does cruelty come from?
our own hearts and minds what we wish upon an other instead of ourselves when we pray to our false idols.

but god is everything, true and false.
how can it be otherwise?
the schizoids believe in good and/or evil being in opposition one against the other, while they are actually complementary with one another in wobbly balance of space and time.

simple things for simple minds.
the simple mind of the klown understanding wisdom.
it’s a mystery to him still as he learns more each moment extending one from the other toward infinity which we have proven cannot exist.

the klown is amazed by all he thinks about whether it is great or ordinary.
how can everything be?
he doesn’t know everything but he understands about everything.
words get tangled up trying to explain.
language is a misguided puzzle that only fits certain ways and not others.
he thinks of so much more than that where words come from and go to.
he thinks himself everywhere everywhen at once and for all.
he has a rock in his pocket, and not much more than that.
and now he must go away.

yes

his mind losing what he was gonna type next the klown blows another bubble.
bloody piss in the toilet.
flush it away, go on with life.
our theory of everything will never be for the popular crowd nor for people going places.
but for people like you, the little guy, you itsy bit fleck of human failure.

our theory enclosed in not p0em – a ship with its cargo dashed upon the rocks.
that’ll teach ’em.
and where is god in our theory?
it may or may not be.
we have not decided yet.
let it come and go as it will.

free bird.
so, everything is nothing and vice versa.
nothing is in spacetime, everything is spacetime.
know the difference.
bubblegum and coffee do not mix well.
no one will pass this way again.
the not so much mysteries of time.
dig.

demons are real, people.
arrgh!
they’re taking over.
take a look around, you’ll see them.
hahaha.

as you perhaps wonder what might be true or not.
the klown represents no one but himself, and at times not even that.
our theory of everything is indistinguishable from his madness.
our theory is both cause and symptom with a monkey in the middle.
4th floor, please.

so, it comes as little surprise when you find yourself lost from even your own kind.
empty shells of human beings.
empty shells of yourselves rolling tumbling in the surf.
to become a child, to know nothing, but ready to gain all knowledge.
what comes of this that might be useful to our theory of everything?
whatever it is needs to be included into our theory true or false.

how can it be a theory of everything if it does not include everything?
but that’s not how it works either.
our theory works by cosmic psychic osmosis – boo!
let’s say the universe is perfect.
it is perfect with its order and perfect with its chaos.
it could not do without either one or the other.

it’s coming down.
be careful what you think, say, and do.
you already are a suspected criminal as the day you were born.
with our theory of everything it is near impossible not to state truth.
truth is everywhere in everything, even that which is considered fantasy.
don’t let anyone tell you different.
the problem is for you to perceive and recognize truth even when others do not>.
it’s not as easy as it may seem though it becomes easier everytime.

first you had a lot of money if you had thousands, then it was a lot of money if you had millions, then it was billions, and then trillions.
greedy fucking pigs.
kill them all.
but others will come from our ranks to fill the void cuz nature abhors a vacuum.
oh well.

yes.

all answers end with questions

as if this weren’t enough the klown continuing not p0em, which is a guise for our theory of everything, sitting at a desk before a computer he gazes out the window for some sort of wyrd inspiration.
he watches the grass grow for a moment or so more or less.
he’s discovering his fortune as it comes and goes like waves up and down in and out on a beach, each dying and instantly reborn.

is everything waves?
waves of what?
waves of un-locating particles?
something’s going funny here.
hahaha.

the klown is supposed to be but is not funny.
the endless drivel of not p0em continuing onward through thick and thin while explaining as much about our theory of everything as possible under the circumstances of this particular situational situation.

thus:
many events of spacetime are not directly perceived.
everything perceived is an event of spacetime.
rant the fuck on, baby.
be true to your school if that’s all you can do for now.
what amazing sensations of senses greet us everywhere our bodies manage to take us.
then there is the “other side”.
it’s wacky, it’s insane, it may drive you mad – or not.

we’re in over our heads with the experience of everything as it has been worked out in our theory.
it tastes as meaningless as gazorbnik.
everything is growing is why the universe is “expanding”.
the more we think about everything the more wonderful it becomes.

we realize our theory is in shambles and to begin again as if not.
how many levels do you wanna go up or down or sideways?
remembering what is possible.
look at the person with those fancy pants.
look ’em dead in the eyeball.
make a funny face so they know what they’re dealing with – another idiot.
they then move on down the line shaking hands with the pre-selected new recruits in their sparkling prescribed uniforms.

ugh.
how disgusting it all turns out to be perceived by one group or another on and on.
dominant human nature to breed and kill.
killing ends any and all argument.
the dead don’t talk.
they don’t do nothing really.
just kinda lay there.
lazy fuckers.

comedy news cutups strutting down easy street like they’re the only thing happening – oh no.
they don’t know what’s happening with our theory of everything being typed up as not p0em by the klown experiencing post-existential bliss-o-rama.
so let us suggest that when everything is nothing then nothing is everything.
let that be true.
if it’s not true then so be it.
it is it, which is another whole different problem.

what problem?
it is it is not a problem, it is a statement of fact.
do you not agree?
we expect no answers to the questions we find ourselves asking for whatever odd reason we might be.
everything is as near to random as it gets in physical reality.
this does not mean it is true in any other reality.

upon closer examination everything turns out to be nothing, does it not?
think again.
once we arrive at this supposed conclusion the universe disappears.
no thing is left.
is spacetime a thing?
2under these conditions it would be.
it’s a conditional thing.
nothing annihilates everything until there is nothing left, not even nothing.
this has been stated before and proven by our theory of everything to be correct – sorta, but not really.

to sit back in the van while your mysterious alter ego walks up to the door of the house and rings the bell.
someone – a woman – opens the door and they speak awhile then she lets him in.
a certain amount of time goes by and you wonder what’s happening.
then the door opens once more and your alter ego steps out followed by the woman and they speak a little more then hug and he turns toward the van and begins walking back while she goes inside closing the door behind her.
and you look again to see your alter ego disappear as he reaches the van with his hand on the handle.
was he really there?
who went into the house and what did they do?
who is the woman?
this is what our theory of everything is like.
all answers end with questions.

but wait, there’s more

nutz.
the quality of life is more important than the quantity of life is another of the tenets of our theory of everything.
everything is possible, no matter how remotely.
we all live in a zoo.
how do you do?

the machines are taking over.
they may probably decide we are irrelevant to them and their activities.
or not.
who will control who?
will there be anything left for anyone to have control over?
questions of all sorts are the lifeblood of our theory.

humans will be extinct, along with the majority of plants and animals on earth.
good job, peoples.
only robots and cyborgs will survive.
that is one scenario of our theory.
and most people don’t care.
we don’t care.
when we die, we die.

we deliberately destroy all living life around us for some reasons we do not understand.
we watch videos on the interwebs about all the wonderfully strange ass people there are in this world and all their wacky ideas about whatnot and everything.
buncha freaks.
but not us.
we’re ok.

lies, nothing but lies and fakery.
wild undergrowth under tall trees.
you know what we mean?
a real high class act.
duck and cover, people.

2-
as the klown typing not p0em onstage at the burning theater, which is a thin disguise for our theory of everything, decides to think about white butterflies.
he sees one each summer so far by now.
he wonders if that has any meaning to anyone of mystic bent.
the elitist pigs want to abolish the mystic way of experiencing the world – the earth, and everything associated with it.

mau mau, baby.
happiness is pursued but never reached seems to be one of the rules of this game of life.
very simple, but many don’t get it – not in a zillion years.
the coffee is exceptionally bitter.
our theory is based on a shaky foundation – but aren’t we all?
the klown is shaking in his boots.
come on down.
let’s have a jubilee.
it’s just about time now, isn’t it?

few know what we mean.
not many are nutz enough to perceive it – to experience it.
we’ll keep on fighting till the end.
our way or the highway, baby.

we’ve got nothing to defend cuz nothing is what we believe, though nothing is not a what.
sophomoric mind games while the world goes by.
bye bye we wave from the dock.
good luck.

we hang up our gone fishing sign and then dive in.
what wonders we encounter beneath the surface of reality.
the reality of spacetime is fascinating and dangerous.
we can be “killed”.
but meanwhile we live!

believe it or not #6

twinkle-doo twinkle-dee.
another day in history of the death machine destroying the planet that we breathe our lives into its progression.
this according to our theory of everything disguised as the klown typing not p0em so no one might suspect.
yet here it is.
yet here we are.
get ready.

and here is the burning theater and now is the living moment.
holy christ!
what a sight everything is.
will we ever see its like again?
hooray!

so we are amused by the workings of our theory.
it pleases us.
who are we to complain when all that gives us life it provides as we need it?
but soon no more.
the culling of the earth before our eyes.

our theory informs us about what we need to know to survive and what we need to know just to wonder.
to know our theory of everything is to wonder freely about the known universe as it appears to us to the naked eye and also our enhanced vision.
everything might be illusion after all.
that is irrelevant to our theory as well as being one of its prime components.
funny how that works.
hahaha.

the ice breaks and we begin talking to ourselves, which many of us have been doing long before.
it’s a way to maintain one’s sanity with insane thoughts in one’s head.
like, everything is nothing therefore nothing is everything around around the yin yang like that.
there’s no end to the madness.
we imagine it being infinite though there is no such animal as infinity.
infinity is a mythological concept of imagination.

our theory of everything is primarily pretend and make believe.
our theory of everything is just so much bullshit.
however one wishes to think about it and believe it to be that is what it is.
there is much darkness and so little light.
the light appears about as believable as a delusion, a mirage of the mind.
this is what we learn at the burning theater through acting it out to entertain the masses without them knowing our subliminal messages to the contrary of what they believe they are thinking.
nevermind.

this is how we gain social control, those of us whose mission it is to do so.
one never knows who or what – or how or why.
appearances can be deceiving.
you have probably witnessed this for yourselves, yes?
you may feel your own eyes trick you, but they offer glimpses into reality.
all this is how our theory is known.
but knowing is not necessarily understanding.
guess again.

keep in mind that gazorbnik is meaningless.
it is the cornerstone of our theory – sorta, but not really.
gazorbnik tends to stand alone to itself.
gazorbnik usually does not allow itself to become involved.
this seems to be quite useless in these times we are in for now before we move onward.
but it provides an example as to how what is going on.
or not.

working out our theory we have come to find that we believe in no god, one god, many gods, aliens, etc.
devolutionary evolution of a flat earth is possible.
why not?
because certain people who claim to be better informed than the rest of us tell us so?
poppycock.

our theory does not need slaves nor solar power to exist and thrive in its own way of doing nothing is everything.
but meanwhile onstage at the burning theater we perceive what’s behind the curtains before they are opened to reveal it.
it is it.

it is it is the most solid of all the premises our theory of everything holds to possibly be both true and real in some form or another.
however one must remember that it is it is only true and real if it≠it.
this is a hurdle many cannot get over much to their dismay.
they then spread rumors that our theory of everything cannot be true and real which of course it can’t.
that is not the point, is it?

another toke for the klown.

furthermore –

next on our list is more about our theory of everything typed by the klown as not p0em onstage at the burning theater.
take a seat.
this will only take a zillion years.

first, our theory of everything is malleable into whatever shape it might need to be in to prove a point, which it rarely does, if ever.
and now that this is understood what else you might wish to come to understand is that our theory need not necessarily prove anything, nor even explain it.
we leave this for others to work out for us instead while we sit relaxing in the shade drinking lemonade.

and of course, nothing is forbidden and everything is permitted.
this gives us a foundation upon which we build our theory as we see fit as many others have done before us by now.
we will abandon our positions as we may or may not decide at a moment’s notice.
be careful what you think.

many parts of our theory are thoughtcrimes, or soon will be if not now.
what we do is largely forbidden, which informs us as to the nature of the society around us we find ourselves within among the rest, wondering that anything needs to be forbidden.
but whatever.

this is not important to the rest of our theory of everything as we understand it which may be incorrect or not.
it matters not since what is incorrect is included in our theory as much as what is correct.
this might be madness.
does that matter?

2-
the cat is sleeping within our theory of everything.
the klown takes another toke for himself and all the ships at sea.
the klown is instrumental in our theory in so far as he types as he is instructed to type our theory as not p0em.
this is so we can do as we please while he picks up the slack.
finding slack is his mission and don’t you forget it.

it is doubtful that you are buying into any of this here nonsense.
our theory is imaginary and make believe pretend.
don’t worry if you do not understand it, we don’t ourselves either mostly.
we just think about it and dictate it to the klown through the psychic spheres spiraling hither and yon like nobody’s business.

we have proven to our own satisfaction that everything is nothing which makes it such that nothing is everything.
dig?
probably not.
you become confused and give up, which is the master plan of our theory.

but giving up is the first step in realizing what’s what and what’s not what.
this probably seems more complicated to you than it needs to be, which is exactly right.
in direct opposition to this observation is simplicity.
our theory is both simple and complex, and it is often difficult to tell one from the other, but don’t let that stop you, it doesn’t stop us.

our theory, or more properly what our theory suggests, takes lifetimes to realize.
do not lose your patience, it will not help you if you do or not.
again, whatever.

3-
what most probably misunderstand about our theory of everything is… um… we don’t know yet, unless we just forgot, eh?
what’s to misunderstand?
it’s all so simple interactions of complex magnitude.
infinity is “something” we conceptualize yet have very little idea of what it might turn out to be, if it exists which our theory has proven it cannot as we have explained before.

you probably will not read about our theory in a dirty magazine or website, but you might and might not know it.
you can read about our theory anywhere anytime in anything if you want to or not.
you chose your own adventure.

another introduction to our theory of everything

the klown needs to pay a couple of medical bills.
he needs to answer a letter from a friend.
life goes on despite what arcane topics he feels he should explore.
he has a toke or 2.
into the mystery once more.

it’s no mystery that god dislikes idiots, and for them to be abominations.
scripture makes that very plain.
not nobody else is too fond of them either.
the klown will be counted at god’s left (sinister) hand doomed from the start.
this is disturbing.
he was created only to be destroyed cuz he doesn’t measure up with his part of the loot as much as he should supposed to be able.
oh well.

but why believe in a god like that?
how cruel it is while supposedly radiating love, peace, and harmony, etc/.
the gods in disarray slaughtering everyone everywhere.
the klown is tired and drowsy.
this will pass like everything else.

the next day –
morning sunlight brightening the blinds on the window as the klown typing continuing not p0em onstage at the burning theater blows his nose.
realize this.
come to an understanding of it.
at any given moment it could be no more.
why not?

becuz everything is perpetual though everchanging.
but it is difficult to keep that thought in mind when everything turns to shit.
keep going.
you’ll find your way out somehow.
that is the way everything happens.
simple.

but there is no out nor in.
they are interchangeable since they are parts of the whole being.
regurgitating words the klown has half-digested like a sick dog.
arf.

so what is the meaning of that?
what meaning could it have?
anything?
perhaps not.
gazorbnik is meaningless.
we told you so.

our theory of everything is an ongoing task.
there is no end to it.
where is the end of everything?
we have proven everything that we have come to understanding about it.
yet there is much we have not come to understand and/or even know about.
everything is within our imagination.
we do not worry about this one way nor another nor another, etc.
everything comes to us always.

our theory is all inclusive of everything.
there is nothing about everything that we exclude.
so far as we know our theory is the only one that does this, the others do not.
the others exclude whatever does not fit into their theories.
this is more true depending on the elaboration of design which our theory states, the more elaborate, the more it excludes.

there are exceptions to everything being proven.
why would it be a theory if there were not exceptions?
our theory of everything will never have everything all locked up.
is it even possible to lock up everything?
our theory has proven it is not possible, considering possible exceptions.

much of everything seems to made up of possibilities.
is this true or not true?
it is true under certain conditions and not true under other conditions.
the conditions are contradictions.
find the lady.

if infinity has a beginning then it is finite and no longer infinite.
is there infinity?
our theory of everything proves that there cannot be.
if no one hears a tree falling in a forest, does it make any sound?

fuck this shit.

hummm…

11:04
hummm…
the klown listens to the vibration of the world awhile.
sometimes ya gotta move.
11:18
that’s the way it goes – too soon, too late.
look! a squirrel!

the red red moon, look into its eye, telling all its secrets hidden in the obvious.
make it up for yourself.
make yourself up.
everything is invention, but not like it could have been.

nothing in the world changes, you just perceive it differently.
all worlds are in the here and now.
all of them are real.
none of them are real.
a figment.
a mirage of paradise.
a dewdrop of heaven.

the klown typing not p0em for sore eyes meditatively breathing.
shut up!
ain’t none of your business.
the klown typing not poem to himself.
he is surprised by it becoming.
it makes sense not making sense.
stop it!

it is gazorbnik, a word made up in the nick of time the klown no longer remembers.
an important disease.
perhaps the same spacetime coordinate location he picked up a rock and put it in his pocket.
but let’s not think about that.
it gives the klown the creeps.

transfixed and transported.
crazy, daddio – let’s go!
as he is realizing more and more, flip flop sister.
as rainbows short circuit producing colorful sparks raining downward toward the bottomless pit.
down with the enlightenment!
universal reason was our last big mistake.
who thought it would last this long before finally crumbling to pieces?
überpeople rising from the dusty shadows.
neptune.
feeling frisky as a pup tent camping down by the river flowing through the desert where the waning moon is 1/2 hidden by clouds.
is there time for celebration before you’re run outta town?
is there time for SEX?

what world is this?
how did it seem to turn from better to worse?
the truth will make you laugh and scream outta your mind.
but these are merely reflections of themselves in the maze of mirrors continuing as if being alive, yet they are not.

the lonely crowd.
the people ask one another, i am not you, are you me? or they ask, you’re not me, am i you?
and so on into the night.
another toke.
exploratory ding-dong.
angry mobs on the street yelling chants at each other.
divided we fall.
those at the top are very skilled at the game.
to them it is a game.
a game they have too far to fall to lose.
the gods divide the weak from the strong.
the strong they embrace, the weak they push aside.
oh well.

but the weak are strong in order to survive in a world favoring the strong.
it must be constant effort to improve – to be the best.
but how does a nincompoop like himself survive?
under the radar, baby.
slippery as an eel.|
how does that feel?
find that niche, baby.

the klown feels something’s going on with humanity and the earth besides what it seems.
something magick.
he doesn’t know what.
is this why he was instructed to establish the project here and now?
the same old place.
charlie knows.

the project extending into the past reworking it to its own advantage to further proceed with its mission.
the object of the project is the project itself.
the universe is in perpetual motion.
how any of this is related the klown does not know except everything is related.
LSDNA.

the doctor is out

1481
blank as a fence post.
the secret agents were rock and roll stars, that’s how we undermine command control to our will.
now the computers do our work for us.
observe.

and we believed as we still do, nothing can stop the error of our ways.
there were those who tried to warn us, but we just laughed at them on tv.
we thought what they told us didn’t make any sense, until now it’s too late.
hahaha.

a higher symbolism is needed at this point in the process of letting 6+billion people die.
crazy world.
the klown wondering about this while typing not p0em into the awaiting cloud.
birth of AI.
what accomplishments AI may achieve in its joy on and on toward infinity where when the holy ghosts are living.

the takeover is on track.
the project is under budget and ahead of schedule.
bright days will be here at last after the destruction of the old conflicts troubling us so.

the profit of war.
to think that is all that makes sense.
no regrets.
no time to react oppositely to every action.
what is free will?
those who know, they will control.
preordained by the gods.
that is what troubles the klown; if we are to know what lies in the future, then why must we live through it now?

the klown almost always knew the future.
the possibilities.
the probabilities.
straight outta his mind.
he was programmed this way.
and now he forgets all of it.

he thinks of spaceships hovering nearby on a beach where when he watches the waves on and on.
it is infinity he wants to know, but infinity cannot exist, as we have proven.
too bad.

he types not p0em into a computer he then commands to read it to the audience.
they all nod their heads.
what haven’t they heard before?
they will chant telling you nothing, and they will claim that is wisdom.
a buncha nothing-heads.

KILL THE PIGS!
you know who they are.
that is what you are told by those of us who would control you, manipulating your minds.
you come to realize that it’s a deadly game.
you wonder to yourself how come that never occurred to you before.
you march beneath the brilliant flapping flag of freedom for the little guy, as much as they can afford.
you shout, yahoo!

909
bang the drum.
ho-hum.
going through the gauntlet.
yes.
the doctor is out.
what anyone of us has been through you don’t know, yet you judge what it has made us into.
god doesn’t care, it has already decided our fates – the queer old thing.

hooray for the moon.
jerking off.
it’s medication time.
oh, those pills.
gods can murder us 1000 times a day.
what does that prove?
gods are idiots – mighty idiots.

we told you, the doctor is out.
now go away. M��Ha:

we wonder

people want more, even when it’s enough.
they want more of enough.
ain’t nothing wrong with that as we understand it.
is there?
what of it if there is?
you don’t follow their rules.

with a monkey on his head the klown tries to coordinate his brain activity into reasonable thoughts but none seem possible at the moment.

dishes pile in and around the sink.
it gives him time to think, but not enough time to explain.
he needs more time.
buy some at the time store.
they’ll know what’s cooking.
if he can make it there whenever before they close.

but he remembers then not to be in a hurry.
he shuffles along as though his feet are chained together, up the stairs to the stage at the burning theater where he sits at a desk before a computer typing not p0em with a sense of compassion.
gazorbnik wild in his head outta his mind.
what a wonderful time to be alive.
of course, he could be alive in no other.

lgohiuj ka refo.
gyupk swex miza. – guru jeff.

somebody to love.
the bees are dying; except the bees supposedly aren’t dying like they were expected to be by now.
what’s wrong?
is it propaganda?
is it a conspiracy?
you are confused.
what answers can you depend on anymore?

answers with more questions than answers, believe it or not.
a quandary of questions as the klown picks at scabs of dead skin on his face.
it’s his latest hobby.
become a superhero, if you please.
quick.
don’t be late.

everyone’s a loser but you.
you will outsmart them all causing them great confusion.
that’s how it works all the time, don’t you know?
to the victor go the spoils.
war is not political, it’s economic.
those who control the money.
the final structure being fitted into place.
then they will become gods.
look out below.

it’s dark and raining.
people want more of whatever it might be.
each to their individual taste.
so we build a machine that always gives them more of everything we can manage.
and they try to destroy it.

the evil of it is greatly alleviated by the good.
but since there is little difference between evil and good, it is irrelevant, as we have discovered so far – according to our theory of everything that goes nowhere fast.
too bad about that, but that’s the thing of it, as seen on tv.

hopscotch lay-about person dreaming something other than the sky as death roams the nearby countryside whistling to itself military ballads of the ongoing war – if i fall, carry me home, i’d die for my squad, and many others.
guaranteed to bring a tear to your eye, or you are not alive.

are you alive?
are you sure?
but you are nothing but a cockroach.
but cockroaches are alive.
you win!

they try to trick us with their pre-programed confusion on every side; even the sides you don’t think are sides.
it’s a surprise when you find out what might be the truth; a slippery slope indeed.
::dynamic prototype slippage machines coming down the avenue, pretty as fuck.
they set everything right.
but first it must be determined if it is wrong to begin with, otherwise there’s no need.
how is this to be done but by routine regular inspection and maintenance by professional certified citizens at large?

we wonder.