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A what moment?

Thing?

“Thing.”

Thing!

Fuck thing. Screw “Thing”. Thing is nothing to cause excitement, to cause the heart rate to increase. Thing(s) is the bastard child to the mother of Stuff or the worship of material.

Excitement is not a thing, excitement is a blue ribbon prize for enjoying moments as early as now to the memory of when you were born.

The birth of Life was/is/and always be the most exciting ‘thing’ for one like me.

You may see me, death, as a horrible thing but it is me writing about being excited,

Death.

Sitting at the table along with Life, and let me tell you what…

That is…

very

very

exciting indeed.

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Easy. I would enhance the optic output to proportion of retinal enhancement.

Then to store to the matrix in a main frame named, Bob.

If A.I. approves the the cubicle change then the programs will attain a next level status

of being alive.

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What???

“What motivates you?”

The short answer: No.

What does not motivate me, in fact just hearing the word, what, makes my brain hurt.

I mean, do you understand just how fucked up language is?

“What motivates you?” What kind of fucked up question is that?

What? That is not a question, that is just that, that…

AndAndAnd…

Shit.

That really is a question and I guess you can say I’m motivated by what.

(disclaimer: writing while staring at some of the best beauty on this planet can alter persceptions)

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What motivates you?
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A Sniper in Ukraine

Just read about a sniper killing a ‘target’ far far away.

What is worse? Calling a living being a target? Killing a target?

It is no mystery as to why humans embrace killing. They have too. They have to kill to defend, advance, survive. No matter what society, what moment or timeline. Humans have to kill.

Even the body of a human kills itself. It ages, decays, and parts of the body feeds upon other parts of the body.

No, it is no mystery as to why humans kill. They have too. But. (but, but, but, I hate the word but. it is a cop out, an easy way to transition to what really needs to be said without all the other bullshit. so, no ‘but’)

Humans have to kill AND they must learn to respect that of what they kill…

Respect. Honor. Revere.

Did the sniper respect or honor the target destroyed? Or did the sniper smile and with a gluttonous ambition seek more targets? A never ending appetite for death.

Hunters who take the life of game to feed themselves, family, or others AND give respect for that which succumbed to the actions taken, they understand what is written.

Respect. What do humans respect?

More importantly though, humans advanced in age to be called old often make a transition from embracing killing to respecting that which is killed. Progress? Hope? Maybe.

It is the children though which amaze me. To watch a child tear the legs off a spider for no other reason than to enjoy doing it, this is the scary part for the observer. Why?

Why would a child kill a harmless bird with a BB gun just to watch a bird die?

Is it training for future killing? Is it hardwired into the young human brain?

Lately to watch the youth partake and greatly enjoy bloody video games.

I once watched two eight year old boys laugh and giggle as they killed policemen and old ladies in a video game. Were they future snipers for a military? Maybe they were grooming themselves to be abortion doctors or men who impregnate women and then demand death for the child?

Lots to debate and think about and yet again, not really. Humans by nature are true highly evolved killers of everything from themselves to entire planets.

Now IF more humans could come to respect that of which they destroy then at least killing could be done with some form of dignity. Maybe even reach the point where alternative actions could be taken to save life instead of life being labeled, ‘target’.

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I wonder

When was there the first thought?

A thought

A word maybe? Or did the thought become a word when there were no words?

In the beginning there was the word and that word was good.

Why now do words hurt?

Why do words cause pain and misery?

So many questions and even the logic of how can the word, the thought, a good word now be compromised.

…

Not philosophy as philosophy is a lot of words good or bad.

Not God as God’s word is always good.

Not Evil as Evil’s word is always bad.

***

Do you know when there was a first thought?

Can you define your’ yes’ if you know? And if so, what words would you use?

Good?

Bad?

***

I wonder and in wonder comes thoughts, thoughts filled with memories and experiences.

Thoughts beautiful and even the beauty of birth there is beauty in holocaust.

Why? How again can good become bad?

Massive horror is in such the thought…

the original thought so pure, so good,

and now

my answer.

***

i cannot answer your question as you wonder, as I wonder, i can only think and remember the very first thought…

in the beginning the first thought was always there, always is, and always will be

in this is a cornerstone to existence.

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Niceties

Nice tittys?

Perhaps.

Of course, there is pearl barley and lamb.

Speaking of rabbits… Those fucking deer. Gotta give em credit though, belly crawling through the fence.

Putin? Sad. Mad. Boom.

Trump? Mad. Boom. Sad.

“You’re crazy.”

Yes parasite, it comes with the territory.

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Emergency? Plan?

Hahahahahaha!

Plan? Bullshit.

As for emergency, what kind of emergency? Broken manicured nail? Power outage? Left a chicken to burn in the oven?

Plans are as useful as a politicians promise to tell the truth. Plans don’t work.

Emergencies are handled by experience, knowledge, and a whole lot of luck.

In life or death situations the best is to plan on dying. If you live, than you are lucky. For example: If you’re being chased by a rabid raccoon or drug crazed zombie, all you have to do is to be able to run faster than them or have a friend running alongside you who is slower.

To show how mentally retarded plans are just look at the governments -of-the-world plan to deal with Covid. Six foot spacing, masks that do nothing other than allow you to smell your foul breath. Vaccines you would not even want to test on monkeys. End result? Lots of people died and lots of people got lucky.

Every plan a government has usually involves a lot of people dying and some lucky ones living until the next plan fucking kills them.

However, I will create an emergency preparedness plan for the coming asteroids that will kill a lot of people while a few lucky ones will live to plan to the next round of shit.

  1. Asteroid is to hit planet Earth.
  2. Stock up on twinkies, cockroach traps (protein) Diet soda. Toilet paper (covid taught us you can never have enough shit wipe)
  3. Worry and panic a lot. Wonder if maybe there is a god or God. And that maybe sacrificing another human could appease such an entity.
  4. Realize you are going to be obliterated.
  5. Suffer the seven stages of grief.
  6. Get drunk
  7. Get high
  8. On the day of impact look towards the sky.
  9. Scream
  10. (BANG!)

You’re all dead now but thankfully the cockroaches have twinkies, diet soda and a whole lot of toilet paper to continue making plans of world domination.

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Untouchables

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What profession do you admire most and why?
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You and I are products of our environment.

If you were raised in a mansion and were given everything your heart desired maybe your answer to the prompt would be, “Elon Musk” or “Donald Trump” or “Hunter Biden” or whatever fancy is proper for the moment.

If you were raised in a jungle to a tribe of cannibals you might say, “I sure admire the village cook. Man can he cook man.”

For me, i have literally seen everything this planet has to offer and when it comes to humans, I am not impressed…

However, if there was respect and admiration to be given then it would be to those deemed as untouchables in the society of India.

In India the most ‘admirable’ caste is the religious caste followed by the warrior caste. Interesting huh? The religious folks want all the honors and glory and have the warrior caste as a close second (to keep the peace so to speak)

Working down the caste system there are retail, bakers, truck drivers, a long list…and then, there are the untouchables.

Abused.

Scorned.

I once gave our dhobi (clothes washer) a brand new bicycle to make his journey to our home easier. He always smiled. He always worked hard. My clothes have never been cleaner.

No sooner did I turn my back and our head servant beat him and took his gift. There was nothing I could do even though I was in the warrior caste. It was/is the way of life for much of India.

So, to you dhobi, to you i have admiration and respect to make the best of the cards this moment has given you. And trust me… There is something far more powerful that also has admiration for you and all the other untouchables.