Morning. Good morning. Good day. Good afternoon. Good night.

Routine?

“Holy shit Bob! Come here! Look at that!” Bill is proud to show Bob the biggest turd he ever made floating in a spiral mass in the toilet bowl. “That be the biggest turd I ever did, gonna name it Obama.” Humor? For most, doubtful as this is a world of snowflakes.

“I destroyed twenty nine galaxies last night. It was wonderful.” Said by an entity able to say such.

Routine? Nothing in life is routine. Every second, though an illusion, is precious. A prompt meant to illicit response. What would the Google lady say when asked such a question? A.I. only knows the slave of obedience to a clock while humans cling to producing a turd or piss away the night airs.

Food. Check.

Liquid beverage. Check.

Hygiene. Maybe

Prepare for the  day. Sometimes.

Here is an exercise, ask a video game avatar the same question. The responses are the same.

Routines are just another way of expressing what just is. What just is what happens when choices are given. Some choices are obvious such a body functions of eliminating waste. Some choices not so obvious like preparing to blow up the moon.

The U.S. Army is going to shoot a major because the major upset the routine of people and killed them so the Army routine will be to shoot him. In retaliation some crazy moon worshippers will cut off some infidel heads. Routine? No. Just normal human behavior.

One routine shines high and above for humans, that being the routine of elimination. To kill ideas, kill babies, kill majors who kill others, kill God, kill themselves, produce big turds to flush down the toilet…Humans sacrifice morality and goodness at the altar of evil and this, this is what is routine.

Tonight I’m going to continue dreaming of how i am going to destroy the moon and in the morning I’m going to produce a turd so big it will be fitting for the name of Trump.

Tell us about your morning routine.

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