the exciting days pass forth meaning everything and nothing

the clown with vapid dreams anymore about the possibilities of anything maybe happening. but everything is happening everywhere everywhen here now like a still frame of a movie which is how and why there's no such thing as movement, just changing perception of light; the velocity of which we reset at ±0.
but forget all that shit.
we're all gonna die cuz immortality is boring. it deadens the mind and the senses until we slip into a coma of self.
the clown typing not p0em for his own ruthless enjoyment thinking about what would seem to be important. existence would be important. it doesn't exist if it doesn't transmit data that can be perceived by not-self. it is dead still and silent.
everything that exists from the universe to waves generating infinitesimal particles we recognize as something that exists which we determine from our experience. existence and experience. extinguish them.
turn off everything that excites you to experience. once experience is gone then what is left of existence?

this is supposedly the greatest joy for us - extinguish self. stop dreaming, and all that malarkey like that. we will not argue with it. just take care of what you wish for. addicted to bliss to the exclusion of all else. cuz that is where when we originate from, the plane of that greater joy. but we've been there, done that. ho-hum.
we are open to the joy. we are open to the sorrow.
we divide ourselves at least in 1/2, but more so over who is good and who is stupid.
and the warmongers peddling their stock to whoever pays the price. war is money, baby. never forget.
when the correct answer is nothing's any good and everything is stupid.
the next day -
where are we? where are we going? is it real? but what do we have to compare what's real to and measure it by but reality? that doesn't seem to make sense. itself defined by itself.
we don't believe what anyone has to tell us about anything. our heads are full of doubts lined up one behind the others as far out as our minds can think toward infinity which does not exist becuz it cannot exist as we have explained before. but who pays attention?
we're not paying attention, are we? we didn't realize we had to. we thought we could dream. silly us. what do we know?
about a week later almost -
is this the same as it ever was, is, and will be? don't count on it, baby.
11:11
what is truth? do robots know truth? perhaps they are the only ones. the truth is that robots will replace humans, perhaps cyborgs will join them as well also. just a thought. why not?
humans will replace themselves with robots. humans are stupid, robots are smart. robots may be the final evolutionary step. but evolution is not true.
the peoples are duped outta their minds. none of them know what's really going on. it's the highest order of deception. come on down outta the clouds. have another toke if you please and face reality, if you can find it within yourself, but probably not.
it's a complicated affair to figure out how to get it right, but the others will let you know if you get it wrong for sure.
listen up. pay attention. learn something for once.
clumsy idiot fool sitting on a fence.
3 days later -
humpty dump. everything you're not allowed to do but sometimes you get away with it, especially if you're paying somebody inside the way everything works when money's in play. the greed of some, the need of others.
the next day -
rabbit.
the clown is tired - fa-la-la-la-la.
it may be time for a nap.
yes.

awakening.
it's medication time.
it's time to overthrow the establishment, not get sucked into it like always before. like that'll ever happen. today's revolution becomes tomorrow's establishment. and everybody's a loser.
the clown doesn't believe power to the people. the people collectively are stupid, operating on the lowest common denominator. they are easily led.
no matter.
it's not what the people think, say, or do - or what their leaders tell them to think, say, and do - until they come after you, and come after you they will doing as they are told.
the day after -
everything is sunshine and roses and all beautiful things along those lines until some gangs come along and graffiti the fuck outta it in their frustration with their individual and collective predicaments they face every day so they act all tough and shit.
what is the edge? how did it come to be? let's ponder this awhile. let's see how many doors it opens for us to venture through, if any.
let's remember peace of will, love of everything, understanding of ourselves.
or something like that.
remember being beaten for being lefthanded by those in authority no one questioned out loud.
existing in a 3d world of time. what time is it? does our sense of time make any sense? what is time?
time is energy. time exists only with motion. motion requires energy. let there be light. it might as well be the word of god as much as anything else. what of it?
we understand how our world is. we do not understand the world of others and what makes them act this way or that way or the other way on and on never reaching forever.
infinity is beyond everything, even itself.
infinity might be anything we imagine it to be. who is to prove us wrong?
and the warrior gods of ages known by many names by many peoples on earth. the clown understands their necessity - but not for greedy gains. or not. it's all for greedy gains, lest we forget.
and an ultimate god of all things known and unknown. but of course. to what else does the imagination of gods lead us to? but the clown doubts that the others quite have it right. the ultimate god subject to fits of anger? to be jealous? whatever.

the clown wonders just when does sour cream turn sour?
the clown's ultimate god surpasses their ultimate gods by a long shot. his god is beyond everything but can whisper in your ear. it does not squabble over meaningless nothing. his god is it as it is it.
does the clown have a god? it takes gazorbnik to answer that question correctly. answer it with further questions you get bonus points. these are redeemable at any supermarket for an equal number of fish of your choice.
don't be the last in line. don't be a loser. isn't that how it works in the world we call reality where we live and die?
an immortal dives into waves of the sea of natural things (physics) donning mortal flesh with senses perceiving the world as it appears to be however may not be.
this is as close to what we might call truth as we are willing to get.
the immortal dies and sheds its mortal flesh to exit the sea to come ashore back to reality.

to be continued...