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Talkin bout dem ‘aleeions’

Gots to giggle and guffaw bout dem released videeo’s garding space folk a flying round up yonder and hither.

‘Grays’ an lizards an praying mantis insect types. HooWhee! Somebody been hittin the jug mighty hard.

Read bout hows some of dem aleeions want to be ‘seen’. Read bout hows the guverment gots lots of speecies of aleeions.

Thoughts?

Okey. There ain’t no aleeions, specially dem insect lizard types.

Course there are some forces that don’t wants to be seen… Fact, they can stand right in front of you and you’d never seem dem. Dogs see dem thow, cats hiss at em, an cows don’t like em as they get et.

Anyways, ain’t no aleeions. Ain’t no smart honest politic folks neither.

Course, i once had sex on one of dem space ships. That sure was fun! Wuz having a ball too cept my dad showed up n ended up upside down and nekked on my bed.

Whooee!

Now where did that jug dissapeer two? Probibly some ‘aleeions’ stol it. Basturds…

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?!*

A moment to question reality?

  1. “Hello, I’m from the government and I’m here to help.”
  2. “Abortion is health care.”
  3. “Men can be women.”
  4. “When a politician says trust me.”
  5. “God does not exist.”
  6. “When people say Zima is not beer.”
  7. “Harboring thoughts that I’m smarter than my corgi’s”
  8. “Seeing the reactions on peoples faces after telling them that yellow mustard on vanilla ice cream is good.”
  9. Looking into the mirror and seeing sparkly lights
  10. Wondering why women got the right to vote.
  11. Wondering why I got the right to vote.
  12. Realizing those who don’t like to eat spam are probably aliens.

And so many more.

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What’s a moment that made you question reality?
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Pulease

A meteorite glancing the edge of understanding. Enough to titillate the senses.

“Look at me!”

Transgender insanity mixed with a loss of morality.

“War! Iran will submit before me,” says an orange death sentence waiting for execution by the mob of hate.

Tits!

Pussy!

Dick!

Trout!

Each and all an illusion begs for attention of surrender.

Political ambition based on something humans consider to be power.

*

A fire lit so long ago now steeping or seeping or sleeping in surrender.

Poetry?

Fuck you!

and you

and…right?

*

Lets discuss the Irish potato famine. You remember? Right?

Or

Pol Pot

or Cuba?

or the castration of God because you think you are all such wonderful in the make believe of being a child?

*

To see an Angel smile

or a demon defficate?

I

am

in control.

Or, am I nothing more than a tool?

(sigh)

This world bores me. Full of, “fuck you,” and “oh how nice,” while behind the ass the shit screams.

Poetry?

You, and you, and you, you decide.

What’s that? A feeling of what this illusion is all about? Okay, i will listen… What’s that? Nothing to say?

That’s okay because this body embraces the insane.

i

do

not

belong here.

Never did.

Never will.

…

Just more proof God has a wonderful sense of humor.

(sip)

Pulease.

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Word

The word

In the beginning there is the word. A word for all and in all for all with all.

All: Sum total of the word. A word of song so full of vibration all are one with all.

“She looked down at her cell phone. Words and pictures filled a screen”

An illusion.

A game.

A world filled not with the word. A world filled with what is not real.

“There was a moment where the visit of smile held behind the back to amuse a dog and whisper the word.”

*

Chock and check the vibrations. Holding the wheels of reality from slipping.

When full of the sensation far above and beyond any realm of death or degradation; eternal pours from the mind.

There the reason why, why the body of illusion seeps away to embrace the dark imagination of what so many call, death.

Never.

Never to know death here or above or below, knowing only a pure smile so pure the music turns all gold into lead, all tears into joy… All: Sum total of the word. A word of song so full of vibration all are one with all.

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‘perfect plan for the perfect road trip’

  1. Download the latest ten day weather forecast and derive copious amounts of potential degradation of potential weather events.
  2. Hack into military satellites monitored by agent Barton to ensure no upcoming state sponsored terrorist events are ongoing, or likely to occur. (yep, a big one coming so no trip in the next ten days)
  3. Completely overall the vehicle to be used for the road trip. Making sure all paperwork and documentation are in order for any potential border crossings.
  4. Place all pets in a status of idle using cryogenic freezing and biological means to ensure complete harmony.
  5. Engage a off world defense system to keep the ‘zombie’ wanna be(s) at bay.
  6. After two hundred more items of checking and cross checking decide to cancel the road trip.

After realizing there is no such thing as a perfect road trip I decide to go to the local dump site and see if anyone has disposed of hazardous waste, dead animals, rafters shit bags, and hopefully score an unopened can of corn cast away by relatives closing out an estate.

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How do you plan the perfect road trip?
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Fuckin Wurd

All of sudden there is suddenly

Suddenly, “I’ll buy it now”

Ha.

Now? Why not yesterday or last year? Now it is now?

Don’t care. Done with it. And the wind can go fuck itself as it pissed me off.

Thankfully there are corgi’s.

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‘Fitness’

“I eat tree bark and masturbate five times a day. I’ll live forever.” No. You will die early of pine beetle infestation and bruised genitals.”

“I live on soda, french fries, pizza, and jelly beans. I’ll live maybe until next week.” Yeah, maybe, but at least you’ll die happy.

“I eat whatever I want when ever I want and I’ll live forever.” Who are you?

“Me.”

Yep. No doubt. You will and will always live, forever.

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How can you build a regular fitness routine?
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Minimalist?

ha and har har. not worth the effort.

but…

(i hate but)

The best way to create the best ‘hard’ boiled egg at the earth elevation of 3400 feet.

  1. Fill metal pot with 3″ of water.
  2. Depending on size of pot place 8-12 eggs into pot.
  3. Place pot on gas stove top using the biggest burner
  4. Turn gas on and set flame at high.
  5. Set timer for 11 minutes if using 8 eggs and 12 minutes if using 12 eggs.
  6. Water in pot will produce tiny bubbles until there is about three minutes left on timer and then the water really dances..
  7. When timer ‘dings, bong, booms, blares, blasts…’ remove pot and empty water. If you’re a minimalist use the hot water for a cup of Chinese bowl of ramen. Fill pot with cold water.
  8. Remove eggs and place in bowl and place in a refrigerator.
  9. Eat noodle soup and congratulate yourself for being such a wonderful minimalist.

Peel and eat eggs whenever. Eggs last over a week in the cooler.

Now why is this the best? Because they are better than hard and better than poached or soft boiled. The yolk is soft and gooey without the hardness of sulfur.

And who says monsters can’t cook.