fuzz bucket

fuzz bucket.

we surrender.
this is the beginning.
jerk it off and mind your own business.
excuse us for being rude and crude but time's a-wasting.
we need to get it done - now.
nevermind your excuses that always come too late.
you've been duped so long you cannot think right as rain anymore.
cool cool rain on your face down to your shoes in a puddle.
you may have come to realize something ain't quite right here now.
as if.
alfred e. neuman curled up in other dimensions of spacetime thing hanging on the wall next to "bob".
everything is free, it's people who assume control and demand everyone give them money which they keep to themselves.
how fucked up is that?
but that's their business.
we fly by over it all in our minds not expecting any answers, just more silly questions.
but seriously, folks - this is mass migration of thoughts around the world transcending language into imaginative magickal thinking mind to mind along psychic pathways of like to like.
but the brutal torture by those who love to hear their victims screaming crying begging.
we need a more powerful force than that on our side.
and what side would that be? everyone joined hand in hand? not really. we welcome all no matter the conflicts it creates among us. if we all cannot agree then fuck it. let them destroy it down to the ground.
meanwhile in the burning theater we celebrate our fucking existence goddamn it. the show must go on. and what a show it is. imagine everyone speaking at once. the humming din of it. everyone has their opportunity to be heard but not necessarily listened to.
then the tough guys come in and chase everyone away so that their leaders might come to make their proclamations.
ho-hum, haven't we been here before?
and the ignorant cheer for their favorite heroes.
oh, to be that innocent again.
to know nothing and be happy.

the clown bakes potatoes for him and his baby.
the simple pleasures.
but some people need non-stop excitement.
duh.
to each their own, as it is written.
but you don't play it that way.
you fuss and pry at each other.
few of you have sense to mind your own business.
but that is how society operates.
maybe we should give up.
maybe we should just lay down and die for all it's worth anymore.
we live in a filthy zoo.
our food, water, and air are poison.
we ourselves are poison.
even the organic shit.
the toxic elements leak into everything everywhere.
it's never ending.
it is never beginning - a harder concept to imagine being than ending.
everything must begin somewhere somewhen.
why?

everything exists, always
it exists from forever to forever.
yet there is no such thing as infinity.
deal with it.
but there is such thing as bestiality.
11:11
different experiences from different realities if you are mad too. don't answer yet. we're not quite tuned in. we'll be with you in a moment stretching for eternity which doesn't exist either. there's no such thing as motion. the cows are real in the field. hold onto yourself and you might at some time be a good god goat if you're lucky.
the coordination of what makes sense. where do we draw the lines? what is sense? what does make sense after all this time?
the clown is tired.
he sleeps.
triplet piglet soup served cold at midnight.
5:55 - party minute.
bring out your dead.
is this your reality?
they tell us this is not reality.
yet they wish to own it and take over its control by any means at hand.
the gods and/or aliens too quarrel and fight over it.
strange they would do battle for an unimportant mundane world they tell us it is. but they do.
very strange.
invariant devotees of whatever it is to be devoted to in opposition against one another. this is as it is and ought to be. it follows the laws of the universe in violent and destructive competition to steal money from each other.
you've be duped through clever media tricks flashing before your peering eye of imagination. be careful. every word is metaphor.
do you know what spell is being cast? do you wish to find out? so would we. let's go. let's go ask the wizard, she will tell us.
to be continued...