a new day.
awakening.
coffee, toke.
feed and water the kitty.
pet the kitty.
kitty purrs.
continuing typing not p0em as it comes to him to do so; as the clown creates finite bits of easily digestible information, we perceive an infinite flow all around us as we would a river flowing to the sea.
the sea is humanity?
perhaps not.
the river is birth, life, death.
and a chicken is a chicken.
another toke.
there's no way out.
there's no communications.
people dazed and confused staring into their phones.
baby baby baby, what's your excuse?
easy answers to easy questions.
make it up as we go along pathless paths, etc.
doom and gloom party get togethers to discuss the latest bad news from the corporate media people will believe and argue about all day long into the night.
hooray for everyone.
it's always such a fright to first perceive beyond perceptions of what is supposed to be reality. to see the invisible ghosts everyone becomes. this could mean trouble - hahaha. double trouble for your brain confused as to what neurons are firing or not. signals being mixed. bummer city.
the clown gets up and walks across the stage at the burning theater to where the fake prop kitchen is located to see what there is to eat. he comes back with a bowl of spaghetti.
all's right in the world, sorta.
all the while he imagines himself flying everywhere whenever he wants to. a hop, skip and a jump and you're up and off. above the clouds if you want to, across the universe if you care to.
and the clown quits imagining that for a while continuing not p0em about pygmy unicorns and such, whatever comes to mind in the moment and all that.
who has time for this?
who can be bothered?
no, it is for the few who take this journey along pathless paths through wilderness mindscapes everlasting hopelessly in love.
useless fucks.
get a job.
it's us against them, baby.
we gotta win or else everything we have worked to accomplish is done for.
paranoid about germs.
UFOs.
don't worry about a thing or 2, or 3.
words woven on a loom weaving patterns from ancient language. dipping into the pool causing rippling effects at your fingertips.
picking at festering scabs from a skin infection on his leg the clown wonders what happens next. it could be a big surprise - or not. it will more likely be the same humdrum as always but from what we put into it to give it meaning.
gazorbnik.
everyone so excited like jesus had returned to save those who were loyal and obedient - meek. jesus is real. those who do not believe are not real. they vanish into oblivion.
the clown alone like a lonely clown as he is mildly amused to be.
"nothing but sophistry and illusion".
to be experiencing what cannot be described in so many words. the everyday world as is. inside looking out. outside looking in. doo-dah duality and all that trash. zip-lock and ship wrecks. here we go. la-la-dee-dah.
it's a roller coaster fun house ride that will have you laughing screaming. it's too much, yet not enough.
then we come across a direct rationalogic approach perceiving everything as it appears to our senses and thinking as opposed to indirect irrationalogic departure of our dreaming and imagination.
that is no way to live - impoverished and dependent. but we all are. interlinked like it or not with one another for survival among ourselves.
balloons for everyone. that's the ticket to ride. pull your pants up. we're all crazy, you bet. but that hardly matters anymore. the distinctions have blurred about who is what and what is which. anything could happen. anything is happening. oh boy - stop, look, and listen.
now, before it's too late.
it's medication time.
eat them pills. yum. don't forget. do it now.
the clown obeys as a good clown should. come on, squeeze the wheeze. you know you want to.
to be continued...
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