Time ticks forward, backwards, and sometimes just stops and takes a shit.

This time now there is a piece of ‘rock’ flying ‘up’ there and soon to cause some forms to laugh and others to cry.

First: To destroy Earth it is easy as the choice is not aliens or God or gods or time taking a crap. Nope. Nada. Neither this or that…

Nothing can destroy this planet except… Ha! and Fucking hell. Smile/Cry.

Second: A space ship of such primitive technology being overflown by another ship of more advanced technology being shadowed by…and so on and so on, meanwhile time just bent into a fucking giant pretzel full of some fucked up vibrations. Ha! and Fucking hell. Smile/Cry.

Third: Hype and hyberbole. This is how time can kick start and kill consciousness at the same TIME! Ha! and fucking hell. Smile/Cry.

Forth: i just kicked time in the balls. And since time does not really exist do the balls just kick really exist? Ha! and fucking hell. Smile/Cry.

The answer: A rock. Time. A craft. A concept. And since none of you can understand anything other than words of gibberish. Yes/No. And so, a poem.

…

An iris of sunlight spoke to the hand of time

Extensions of a Mind

Fed the milk and honey of a body sleeping blind

and yet there… feel it as the eyes open and a baby cries

Carrying forth an olive branch dipped in blood where once a peaceful river flowed

So if and when they chose to be naked in fear or clothed in warm light

this then is your answer

to cast away the torn and tattered

or slip into consciousness bathed by garments of pure light.

)a bit of rambling, just because I fucking can(

So, the day I was born was my first memory. The biological female who moaned in pleasure when I was created and the moan when this body was launched, not in the picture..

No memory of her or him. No memory of the doctor and nurse. The first memory of bundled cells ready for the moments. A seed. Planted. Watching.

Walls hiding a foul insulation.

Curtains block a hello from the Sun.

The next memory?

The second?

Ha!

You do not want to know.

And tonight, to savor a bloody mess.

ahhh..

died today.

At the hands of a young woman wearing the job title, Vet.

John paid for her to get a bit confused and lost among the winding roads of Joseph Plains. And yet, upon arrival it was business as usual, a business of animal life…and death.

Why write of this? Why are you reading this then? A horse died today. An old horse with papers no less.

Three shots.

One to weaken the senses and wobble the mass

Two to cause confusion and let gravity do the rest

Three to still the heart causing

death.

Today I witnessed the human condition in the purest sense. A solution to problems of the born and unborn. Problems where if ‘life’ was left to continue the society/family would be put to the test.

With an excavator dragging and lifting the now composting beast; laying the body to rest beneath the rock laden soil, I got paid for participating in one of the most annoying aspects I find about your planet.

So, as the cows lurked in the background while being lead to a greener pasture and path leading to their death, and a neighbor watching with detached interest (a lot is revealed in a hand shake) and for John, a man who has treated me with respect, to him and him alone, I applaud his appeal to attain dignity and giving his wife’s horse the best of his attempts going against all odds of survival.

(a parting question: Why? Why do humans so dearly love to kill life, and even going further, to try and kill Life?)

If you are human, you can never then answer or understand.

Hour: 60 minutes

Minute: 60 seconds

650,000 hours equals 39,000,000minutes equal 2,340,000,000

or if you prefer,

an hour does not exist.

or it represents a lifetime of ‘time’.

I prefer to say, “Good morning.”

A good morning.

Corgi’s howling at polar bears.

Dragons scurrying back to their lairs.

Cantalope, cherries, yogurt, cottage cheese, and a dash of caviar from Sweden for a moment of deliciousness.

So, good morning world. Hope you enjoy your time.

And a bit of advice, never ask a rabbit what time it is as they are always far too busy trying to stay alive and eat the entire garden at the same time…