Money well spent using WordPress. WordPress is like a whore who will do what you want for money. WordPress does not care what you write as the computer programming has ways of locking you into a room all by yourself where you can wipe shit on the wall if you want or stand on a podium and pontificate the mass accepted views of society at the moment.

Writing is fun for me. Cheap therapy. A wonderful way to piss off people or make some (very few) smile. And I don’t give a shit. Used too though not anymore.

Lets see, politics is in the news. It always is in the news. Omar fucking Americans with fraud and lies. Trump with more energy than most old men could ever dream of thus keeping the young out of shape sexually confused reporters out of breath chasing him all over the place.

UFO”s been in the news a lot. Ha! What fun! Warring factions. You should have seen the great war that occurred thousands of years ago. Some humans even think the UFO folks are angels and demons which after laughing for a few minutes leads to what is now written for some UFO folks zipping around and their assisted A.I. programming/hanky panky. For the rest of the herd reading this shit, try and understand or maybe just enjoy some peace and quiet.

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the day a god farted

written by: nothing you want to know

This is written for what was described above. Some context: Language of humans if far to primitive. The words are on par of sketching the painting well known as the Mona Lisa with ant legs dipped in uranium tainted pink jelly beans….(translation: impossible)

vibration 44.4 (insert mathematical program ‘written’ entirely in oscillations of vibrations merging from five dimensions. (4) + 27th.

One eye upon another and another and another until inside there arrives (dull pounding) scream.

A god perhaps? Religion? Perhaps? (void) Delete the ten thousand pictures downloaded inside this brain.

Death of death and existence. You may acknowledge human condition/concept of termination only some tend a garden of rebirth.

Again.

Again.

Again.

And why the discord? One true with true filled with (infinite wonder of contemplating numbers far superior to 10 to the trillion.

Follow the circle nor and yet so similar to tribal.

Biological. Bifarcarbonate. Carbon. C. (minus of course, gravity)

In conclusion far past the binary clues, and yet so simple a gift some cannot convey

a smile

a snapshot

you all, each and every one

exist.

Some as gas ( ie fart) Some as eternal. Some as technology. Some as hate. Some as love.

Now, pull apart the thousands of spades..