the righteous mistake (for the advanced reader)
the righteous mistake (for the advanced reader)
the icons of our youth have all been destroyed for our protection. what do we know? nothing but illusions deceiving us that we are woke and free.
1:11 - party minute.
the clown does as he usually does at parties, sit around watching what people are up to. everybody wants to be a star, including himself. he is human and mortal with more or less the same desires and fears as anyone.
onstage at the burning theater everyone is a star, for their promised 15 minutes. then they are yanked off by the hook. it ain't now time for the usual song and dance, not when so much is at stake - a world doomed to deconstruction by any means possible.
we are them. we are guilty of all crimes, don't you know? every man woman child among us without exception. there is an opening in your mind. should you go through it? is it a promise revealed? is it a clever trick? who knows what the overlords can and cannot do?
the clown chewing bubblegum while typing not p0em for no reason for no one in this world who might understand. get ready. twist and shout. trying it on for size.
spiritual vortex whirlwind around around like nothing means nothing ensnaring you who are perhaps expecting something else about to happen, or not. you sneeze. they applaud. you are the hero once again. everything's possible on the stage at the burning theater.
isn't it strange what's become of us? look at us now nearly entirely disconnected from the earth that once was everywhere everywhen in everything. no more.
cycles creating sustaining destroying never having beginning nor end. one continuous river fed by countless streams flowing toward the sea and all that.
happy day throwing rocks at the police. please mind the roses. but nobody cares. this is why we can't have nice things cuz of these louts ruining it for everyone. oh well, better luck next time.
you come across the harlequin king along your wandering pathless paths all over the fucking place you've been on in your head as long as you can remember which maybe all memories are false and you don't remember anything as it really is, if it really is anything. you probably don't know what to think by now. having your head burst into a fountain of bliss? surrender to it. let it become you in a delicious dancing mix of flesh and spirit. go crazy. go away.
414
9
this fake phony world - but maybe that's for the best for all concerned. who is not concerned? who doesn't give a crap? the clown wonders if it's not him. do you wonder if it's you? holy baloney.
so besides that applesauce we surmise many possible but improbable things that could be. should we worry? would you? why don't you worry for us so we might be free and fly away like the clown imagines himself doing on the island flying place to place as he will with a hop, skip, and a jump - and up and away.
so we fantasize bullshit. we know nothing's not true. but dreaming is not welcome in this world owned and operated by overlords we will never know. they wanna eliminate us. 1000s of missing children. human trafficking's all the rage, for and against. oh boy. is this true? does it need to be? why not?
the clown doesn't believe this world is ultimately real. it exists in only in our minds. 11:16
it's medication time.
coffee and toke seals the deal - forever. what they're teaching the kids these days. the lies and deceit accepted as truth. there is no truth. the story is never over. no answer is conclusive. all answers are questionable - or not. peat moss.
our theory of everything states everything is true at some point of spacetime which can never be exactly located except being everywhere everywhen. everything reverts to ±0. x-ray café.
also, supposedly there is no such thing as infinity. infinity can never be a thing. things are finite.
we believe everything that exists is necessarily finite. finite can never add up to infinity. this is something simple that may seem complicated to some readers like you.
there is no beginning nor end to anything, from nothing to everything. everything is nothing and nothing is everything as we have stated from our theory before.
the thing with everything is that it needs to include everything and not allow one single particle of itself escape, otherwise everything would not be everything.
all possibilities must exist. all impossibilities must exist. all everything must exist no matter how many contradictions it creates. everything is in contradiction. so what? so the world supposedly comes to an end.
to be continued...