Profiling.

Politics.

Religion.

Bias.

…

Ah yes, so many ‘words’.

WordPress.com, poetrycircle, Yahoo, Google, Facebook… So much shit with algorithm(ic) control.

Google wanders behind you while you wander the web. Type the ‘key’ word and you’re shuffled into a pie of many flavors. Type the ‘correct’ word and you’re the cream on the top. Type the ‘incorrect’ word and you’re beneath the crust next to the mouse shit.

Are you a vegetable or victim?

Obviously you can read thus are of the age of some form of intellect. And ‘probably’ you’re well aware of what you are; likes, passions, hates, dislikes, hobbies, etc…

If another is not like you and writes words or say words contrary to your beliefs until you start to feel ‘uncomfortable’ you then wear the cloak of victim.

I laugh at such shit. You’re all victims AND vegetables… just food waiting for time to consume you. Now, time is an aloof beast. It comes and goes as it wills. It cares not if you’re a Muslim planning the overthrow the world of Infidels, or if you’re a woman who possesses the greatest beauty of all time (soon to be consumed) or the strongest man ever (soon to rot into dust) Time is and always has been, the ultimate control… except, there are some examples where Time is the victim and thus a vegetable.

Have you ever played with time as if it were taffy on the tongue or sand shifting through the fingers? Of course not. That’s because you’re a vegetable and victim.

So, what’s the point of this writing? The answer is: Not a damn thing as you can’t understand. And for those that think they understand, you’re not human… And if you’re not human, then what are you? A victim? A vegetable? An illusion?

Wars. Debate. Science. All whims of fancy from Time. Playtoys. Seeds of reality. A garden crop of humanity with constant rotations of harvest… Perfect!

However, in all sincerity. I will never be a victim or vegetable. I will continue to laugh at humans and their pursuit of frivolous follies… And as for Time? Ha! I make Time my bitch, my slave, (my as in a ‘word’ fitting for your understanding, not mine) Time is a horse to be ridden, to be a tool. Time is not a prison for me nor can it destroy me.

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Time……………………………………………………………………..did you see the beginning…………………..or was it the end(?)…………………………………………………………….What filled between between now………………………………………………………………and then(?)…………………………………..(silence)………of course……………………………a course…………………….a………………….journey………………Travel………this………………..a…………path of time…..//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////wait now……….\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\trying to box such a thing, a monster such as I ============================in(/)(|)()\\||()?

(now, imagine the pictures that have unfolded in just the short ‘time’ this has been written)

A cage it is then………………………………Time………………………Tick…………..Tock……………………Tick……….only what holds the handle to the cage if there is only One hand? () and to this then, I bend my knee as only God controls such and in doing so, controls me.