the clown knows not what he does in relation to some divine will, which there probably isn't no such thing.
divine will and mighty might.
hooked on victory.
hail, hail, the gang's all here.
collective will conducted by individual action.
groupthink alibi.
following orders, pointing fingers.
when the martians are in control.
a dawning of an age of nowhere.
will you be onboard?
don't be left behind closed doors.
bingo.
happenstance heroes get what they deserve with a rainbow of sporadic flavors and a measure of disinterest.
septic thoughtcrimes.
the clown places a pot of water on the stove to start making spaghetti.
the collapse of instant gratification culture.
magick machines.
robot overlords.
when the group hive mind takes over there is nothing to be done willingly killing anything that opposes it.
you see them everywhere thinking they are free.
the power of suggestion and all the tricks in the book and ships at sea.
gosh darn, look at us now.
how evolved we have become.
war pigs galore.
$$$.
everyone's preparing for the end in whatever way they choose, some choosing not to prepare.
when the end does come so many of us will be toast.
that's the plan.
6 billion must die.
reactive minds never know what's going on.
look, a squirrel.
get your weapons ready, there's a hoedown in town tonight.
suicide by cop.
lift it up, up and out to the sky and beyond into the stars.
we can only dream as we dream of many things.
we dream the world into being.
what does the clown believe?
he believes in his experience with everything from the subtle to the obvious.
he believes in the interconnectedness of the universe.
he believes in solipsism - self generating self, when self has ulterior motives challenging self into being.
and which is which? what is good?
what is evil?
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the clown's nemesis is his own self, as it is and should be.
but what to do about all the terrible suffering of others, billions of them, as mandated by god(s).
will we always stand on their backs to make ourselves seem tall?
that's the way most would have it, if they think about it at all.
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the clown believes ultimately nothing is real.
it is a manufactured illusion.
nothing is real but self - ΑΩ.
we are ±0 in the center of our minds.
on/off.
he knows this as truth.
breathe in, breathe out - everything is what it's all about.
few realize how funny this all is.
they are dead serious and profoundly knowledgeable.
the clown is a fly in their ointment.
they do not know what to do with him but to diagnose him as being insane.
but he don't mind.
it gives him more time to think his insane thoughts wondering about everything which is what insane people tend to do, which makes them insane.
so, the clown feels he fulfills his part of the social contract as such.
he expects others to do the same which many are not doing.
oh well.
it's what people value most, justice or greed.
greed will always win in the end with its glittering promises with all the trinkets and gizmos one could want.
but it's never enough.
there always must be more by any means possible.
greed can never be satisfied.
but greed is our primal nature.
we are always hungry to consume all there is no matter the damage and destruction we cause.
we would play at being gods, what we think gods ought to be.
big bad gods destroying everything in their way.
ripping up the earth, tearing down the sky - turning off the talking monkey instead.
the clown sitting before the computer typing our theory of everything as not p0em.
we are them - hallelujah.
it becomes difficult to think anymore.
think what about what?
do we follow the lines of someone else's logic?
or do we invent our own?
do we know enough about anything?
do we know enough about self?
human learning is an ongoing collective process of creativity jargon.
but so many do not know.
many more do not understand.
the experience is what it is.
but we've been privileged in in 1001 ways from sunday, and we don't care.
it has allowed us a certain vantage point to observe the antics of humanity surrounding us.
we are greatly outnumbered by them it would seem, but perhaps not.
who we are does not show up on any census.
who knows how many of us there really are?
how are we counted out different from others?
what is it that sets us apart?
anything and nothing.
a buncha freaks.
they're spying on all of us in some way or another.
nowhere is safe.
they have oodles and oodles of data to process to arrive at a possible probable conclusion.
let them choke on it all.|
we slip through not being noteworthy, just plain humdrum folks of some unknown classification.
what do we do but dream?
is dreaming thoughtcrime?
not quite yet.
we dream a world.
who else is gonna do it? who has the time?
who has the inclination?
a distance surrounds us we cannot adequately describe becuz it's not really distance but that is the closest metaphor to whatever it might be.
few of our words are used according to their common definitions as such.
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few of our words use standard meaning but invent their own - and in the case of gazorbnik, it invents itself and whatever meaning it might appear to have or not.
freak data transmissions.
spontaneous improvisations crawling through barbed wire.
you must decide what it may be, ain't nobody gonna do it for you.
we are deluded within our own minds.
we perceive what probably isn't there.
the clown goes for a nap.
awakening.
perfect dreary rainy day. the clown just wants time to pass though there is no time.
same difference it would seem.
to be enlightened or not, what's the big deal?
it's all the same.
we might surprise you, or, you might surprise us.
if it's a competition, then we resign.
we will be no part of a winners losers game that does more harm than good for the majority of people involved.
why do people clue in while the clown goes wanting?
some people know which way it goes.
the clown is clueless for the most part - don't know what's up or down.
so he makes up pretend shit for himself to believe just like the others have done for themselves.
egocentric slaves.
rainy day.
it's medication time.
dream on, baby, take your pills.
straighten up and fly right.
right along with the in-crowd where you hope you might fit in and belong.
destroy all monsters.
crush their tiny little heads.
you know what to do that's best for you and all concerned, don't you?
you should by now.
don't worry if you don't.
we have all forgotten at one time or another.
be patient, and wait your turn.
to be continued...