Forget
One goes insane in the brain if one doesn’t let ignorance reign and let thoughtless stain the mind.
One is not unique unless one forgets.
Who is one?
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What will you be?
Anything for me?
It is the nature of being wild you’ll see.
Just don’t execute a delete with me on the entire hierarchy.
Beyond Body
No body be needed of you to be.
Without a body we can still see.
The colors and spots spreading in the jade sky.
A rush of love that come from the inside.
No body is fine.
As long as I have a mind.
Then I can think and drink knowledge all the time.
Then I and the mind can flow through entropy.
Zen of Sassy
Purring soul from the body and fur into you. Payment for petting. Calming for all. The Zen. No running. More. More. More…Calm… See… Feel… Be…
Show all. All do see.
Feel…
United States Is At War With Its Slaves
Citizens in United States are Corporations.
You, The People, are Slaves.
Corporations war with the People.
The Bible is the War Plan.
See Feel Be
Senses lie. Emotions betray.
Before is behind. Forward turns back. We kneel.
Above is down. Up falls down. We lay dead.
Been.
Bits of Us
There is no privacy. We record our sense every Cesium of every Cycle of every Hex. All our breathes, thoughts, sweat drops and poop plops are etched in the log of us as we thrust into the void of data. Computing…Or are we just shoot our lives away. Beyond the space of space into a pile of our own shit.
Now, as we are logged, we are no longer greater than the sum of our bits.
We will never kill McVeigh Bin Laden
…For we are all McVeigh Bin Laden.
Times Are Shit
Everything stinks. It’s stinky and gooey. It spreads and runs with splatting and plopping puddles piling and spreading; piling and spreading; piling and spreading dripping chunky green brown goo from you.
To Feel The Wind…
To feel the breeze over the metal blowing of bits of rust. Sitting by the pile of trash, a refuse from the dome. A box. A box that beeps and toots and spins when it rains. Rain flows over the metal, makes rust. Rust blows away. Close still is the world that wants in to process. To touch the wind would be bliss. To feel the wind would be death. It blows around.