hello?
no one here is home.
the clown sitting before the computer typing not p0em for whoever might discover it.
no one in their right mind would care.
what's it like to be in your wrong mind?
the clown doesn't know right from wrong.
he doesn't know if he's this against that or that against this and/or the other thing.
it's a confusing world with people stretching the truth as far as it will go.
the wonders of duckspeak.
no more thoughtcrime.
hail victory.
we have overcome ourselves.
give us some more.
whatever you got, we want it.
the gods do as they please, not what we beg them to do on our knees.
it's always for some imagined us against an imagined them.
we are them.
it's true.
think about it.
or not.
but that's the game we play.
good against evil and such.
when all is not one nor the other but neither and/or both as well as can be expected under these trying circumstances we must face every day it seems.
poor us.
boo-fucking-hoo.
there's always winners and losers.
the few win, the many lose.
that's how the gods created it.
that's the way it formed itself through evolution.
or whatever.
people have sworn oaths to our fall and destruction.
we believe in peace, love, and understanding against it all.
there's no way that might happen given the immediate probabilities of the general possibilities.
too many people want justice and/or revenge instead.
feel as good as it gets.
onward.
people pissed off all the time.
the rest of us try to stay as far from them as we can, over the hills and far away around the bend.
outta our minds.
coffee and toke.
enjoying the blah afternoon.
ain't nothing happening but everything all at once - forever in a moment now.
the clown is thinking about eggplant for some reason - for any reason.
this is tiring.
he naps.
awakening.
a dream about a train speeding off toward heaven going off the tracks in a fit of paranoia and disbelief.
more coffee and another toke.
is this the easy way out?
hanging down and out on easy street.
say hello to all the people you meet.
it wasn't a breakdown, it was a calculated risk seeming to be applesauce with winding string around a grapeless grape stem he found on the street he entered a labyrinth that had no known exit except to be insane.
no kidding.
medication time.
monkeys and power.
monkeys in power.
monkeys want power.
silly monkeys, look at them go, man, go.
the clown almost got caught in the act he was putting on for his own benefit to get on the payroll.
but now he's past that and it ain't no problem.
whatever the fuck fuckity fuck.
lee harvey oswald.
the clown was never "for real".
the clown has ulterior motives.
something other than time is afoot down deep underneath the ground.
everything we do not know, and perhaps should not know.
the underhandedness of war.
now you see it, now you don't.
but there's money to be made - lots of it.
the robot people are here.
let's welcome them into our hearts and homes.
his eyes play tricks in this fake world.
should he trust anything?
perhaps not.
trust which of all the conflicting reports?
but this is where they want us, confused enough so that we accept anything as truth.
but we don't care too much if the earth is flat or round, or if the sky is green or yellow or purple.
we are always looking for something other whatever it might be by now.
what would surprise us anymore/?|
we are no one.
we dream the world.
whatever comes next we do not know, nor is there any reason should we.
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to be continued...
well that was certainly an interesting scroll! wild pictures
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