everything begins with, what the fuck?
the eternal unanswered (unanswerable?) question?
rat feces.
ok, they're looking for a thoughtcriminal suspecting the alleged perp is in your sector. they send out signals to your brain giving them command telling it to turn yourself around to scan your whole visual area - and, wait... is that the perp? positive recognition. and the person looks and stares straight at you and displays to you an archaic middle finger hand sign and runs away.
we think it strange all the time about now how it seems appearing to be real enough for us to acknowledge the illusion of its existence.
but everything is alright - uptight, outta sight.
the final disconnection with reality on a worldwide massive scale. ready. set. go.
the clown typing not p0em into the computer just makes shit up as we go along with it for the time being for as long as it takes which may be forever never. the way we think of it that's the way everyone does it, making shit up to further themselves and their cause - except furthering a cause is furthering themselves and other associated hyperdimensional entities circling about supposedly.
it's medication time.
a generation lost in space.
it comes and goes without a trace.
laugh until you crack your face.
this is the time, is this the place?
the clown is so set on order and discipline, though he has neither. neither did his mother who just wanted him to behave for once.
he had his moments.
so this is nothing to a bee whose simple task is to fly out and bring back pollen for honey. it's all about money. honey is money in a bee economy. and the bees are supposedly dying, but they're not.
the experts can't make up their minds.
do not be like them any day now.
keep believing, 2+2=cow.
and of course, it is it.
2 of the many fundamentals of gazorbnik, if it has any.
it does and does not.
no one is interested. they will find out too late what will become of them not believing gazorbnik, eh? but the universe doesn't just revolve around us but revolves around each of everyone. the center of the universe is everywhere everywhen. dig.
awaken to that consciousness of heart and mind and spirit. we need to get together and groove. but that'll probably never happen except the exponential curve we're riding up up up with everything about to explode into something. will we ever know? some imagine yes while others imagine no and there is the crowd who favors maybe.
and this goes beyond your limited attention span. we cannot help that. we receive and transmit what it is and what it is not. for many of you that is where the confusion begins, when rationalogic reason ends. oh dear, whatever have we done?
we do what is ongoing. this is true with everything in constant movement, though there is no such thing as movement, through cycles of changing tides pulled by the fake moon all the while we seem to remember. we could be wrong. we must always remember that.
but how can we be wrong if when we believe in anything and everything? but that kinda thinking breeds contradictions galore. but if we can think contradictions is only becuz there are contradictions in reality? perhaps so.
the clown is both ugly and bamboozled. is that a contradiction? perhaps not.
he chews some bubblegum. he has little faith in science or religion. both from the same cloth. the cloth of greed and pyramid social organization of winners and losers.
but why do we complain? are we complaining, or just stating how everything is going? we have nothing to complain about, or do we?
fuck that.
the project is ahead of schedule and under budget. wonderful. fantastic. hooray. does this mean we are free? or is the question of being free irrelevant?
and free to do what? free to die? is that the ultimate freedom?
free of fleas.
free to live without anyone bugging the shit outta ya, and everyone is free to be unbugged from you as well. provide everything for yourself. but all the resources are controlled by the rich pigs who need to die. but they are easily replaced by anyone fighting their way to the top, and there are 100s and 1000s and more. get used to it.
despite people shouting about it in the streets there's no way to defeat it. the more it changes the more it remains the same. it transforms us, we do not transform it.
we are transformed into obedient cogs or rebellious cogs. whatever. we are cogs of the great machine no matter what we do otherwise.
the machine is yin yang. it is in balance no matter how far out of balance. it is always correct. billions of us count on it being so, for or against. this is what we need to come to understand.
11:12
purist singular principled discouraged bum in the street along with the rest of us. pretend it's not you. what would you do?
gazorbnik reasoning gets you through it when you have perhaps already given up on life itself. don't be a fool believing all that nihilistic dogma. make it up for yourself like anything else you may find pleasing. arf.
like monkeys in a zoo, playing and fucking, just like you. it's a matter if you believe in magick or not. even if you don't it may still help you. that's the way of magick. look for it. it's there around you. ride the wave. and you can't do nothing about people's greed for everything. what is too much? what is not enough? you decide and ride the moon all the way into the brighter depths of your soul - the soul of god. 1:11
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to be continued...
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