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legal-eeze

Everything happens for a reason? Mmm… then nothing happens by accident?

Confused. (plus I’m a dick when it comes to this planets embracment of language more primitive than fly farts)

Everything. Thing. Noun. Or is it a verb? Maybe an adjective? Now, is it a proper noun? Thing! “Stop playing with your Thing!”

Every. Adjective indeed in ‘every’ way. Everywhere. Everything. Everybody.

Human speak sucks.

Lets try it my way. A way very pleasing to my self identity.

When actions of movement are started by using the abilities of the being able to process cognitive thoughts of logic and place such thoughts into kinetic motion there is a ponderable question: Is there a reason for such activity?

Answers: Upon further inquiry into the mind process of debate, the answer is ‘yes’, as without the actions of movement being started by using the abilities of the being able to process cognitive thoughts of logic and place such thought into kinetic motion, there then would be no reason.

However, if another being encounters the actions of others set into motion the answer would still remain ‘yes’ though with different titles of applications as they pertain to definitions of chance and absolutes.

In conclusion, humans are a fucked up species trying to come to term with their identities using a barbaric form of communication. Instead of trying to voice/show reason where reason is already in force they should all learn how to hum pure music and attain a higher level of existence.

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Dead Sea

Prophecy. Degrading the statue of Mary. “Where is your God now?”

Imagine the biggest baddest video game ever invented. Everyone plays. Everyone is invested. Some players seem to be more excelled in playing the game while others barely make it a few seconds after pushing ‘play’.

In this game there is everything important. The time needed to play, the time needed to finish. There are challenges, failures, rewards. Winners and losers. A score announced for all to see.

Inside and even outside the game, there is a life. A life of where one is immersed in the game and one where one pauses to sleep and dream.

Dreams. Games. What is real? While playing the game there is the known and unknown. The traps and pitfalls. Exuberance.

While playing the game the skill of the player often improves or decreases. The avatar succeeds or is killed sooner than later. There is the power of collecting massive points/treasure.

Yet, for all the activity. The time. The participation. Once the ‘power’ is disconnected, the screen goes black. All that remains is sleep and dreams.

Why write this? Then again, why are you playing the game?

***

The dead sea is in a period of rebirth. An awakening. Fresh water. Fish. Trees. Life.

A scene where war will unfold and a prophecy fulfilled.

The good news is that in this game the power is never disconnected, there is no need to attain accolades or points. In this game all the players are true winners in the game of Life.

God is not the game, God is the Power.

You are not the player, you are the children given the ultimate chance.

And definitely indeed, the dream, always the dream.

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Well?

It’s between, “Row row row your boat..”

and

“When I whip out my big ten inch…”

Are you satisfied now A.I.?

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Disturbing

“There is a disturbance in the force Luke.”

Fuck yeah there is. Trump is ‘serious’. Serious. Serious warning. Serious. So serious.

Politicians all are liars and thieves. They are the crooked representation of the liars and thieves call humans who vote for them.

CEO’s are politicians and thus crooks and liars.

Worm food.

  1. The dream showed a man standing next to a dead woman. The choices were a. stranger b. wife c. girlfriend d. metaphor
  2. The body lay on a narrow sheet of impermeable material. The choice were a. plastic b. alien cloth not of this world c. metaphor paper
  3. He asked the narrator, “Help me. I’m going to cut this body into three pieces.”
  4. Reply, “It will make a mess. Drainage assessment needs to be planned for.
  5. Very vivid with color as reply was voided with intent and replaced with kinetic force as the man drew strong body penetrating lateral cuts, cuts instantly releasing a dam of countries (guts) Haze as there was outside interference.
  6. Reply, “I warned you.”
  7. Ignore was the response of the mad as he continued his mess. Three cuts. First under the breast line, Second at the waste. Third was a blur as they were countless leaving three distinct body parts.
  8. The woman(s) body started to move as the guts exploded covering the floor with bloody footprints as the narrator tried to take control of the now absent man, a man who merged with the gore.
  9. Woman(s) body part #1 rotated 180 degrees in the opposite direction.
  10. Narrator was sad as this was avoidable. To clean up the mess of others is a huge distraction

Lesson learned: Not a nightmare. Not a lesson. Not abstract. Definitely an absolute in logic dissection, and not a dream.

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A good day.

Smoky smoke and smoking. Fires burning everywhere. People trying to burn down the government. Trump getting booed at the world cup. A good day?

Everyday the feet hit the floor and a corgi barks is a good day, the rest is just a distraction.

The old days of getting the news by reading a papers are gone, replaced with instant ‘news’ or entertainment, or sorrow, or whatever whomever wants what they will.

Yep. Everyday is a good day. The best part is to be able to realize how good we have it.

Actually believe that a bad day exists because we want to believe it is bad. Just learned about cancer? Bad? Not for the cancer, the cancer is having a good day killing the person with cancer. And the person with cancer definitely thinks it’s a bad day and why? Is it because the cancer is an announcement of a mandatory life style change? That pain and sorrow is on the way?

Very few can understand what I’m writing. Understandable. Amazing how so many people believe that others cannot understand the pain and sorrow of a bad day unless they too have experienced.

No cancer yet and don’t care as i will always have a good day. Always have, always will, though it was an experiment to decide to embrace the thoughts, “I’m having a bad day… Today is horrible, tomorrow will be horrible, yesterday was horrible.”

This leads to where i want to go with this. Jesus died on a cross, crucified and killed by the people of Earth. A most horrible day you say? Or was it. To die at the hands of people with no power. To suffer. And yet because of a ‘bad’ day, a world was saved. An entire world was given Life.

Now, a question: Some of you don’t believe one fucking word written today. Some believe in God, some don’t, some think everyday is something good or bad. Good. For those though that adhere to the christian Bible of some sort or another (seems to constantly change in translation though never in the story. The story never will change.)

If you could relate to a biblical character, whom would that be? Judas? Jesus? Moses? Pontious Pilot? Pick anyone you think your life style is inline with.

My choice is easy, I associate with the criminal that was killed next to Jesus. That guy had good days and bad days. You could say his death day was a horrible day yet it was his best day. The day he died he told Jesus, “I belong here for what I’ve done, you do not belong here. You are innocent.”

That man had the knowledge to realize true goodness and thus had a fantastic day. A day where he was born.

In the physical realm it is easy to become comfortable with all the ‘good’ things. Food. Sex. Money. Almost impossible to try and live with pain, horror, evil… Yet, that is because this world is this way. Eat or be eaten. Kill or be killed. Strive. Struggle. Survive.

Anyway, today i had a great day. Tomorrow will be even better.

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Skinny Dipping in the Ocean.

After seeing the movie, Jaws, I was moved to swim quickly out of the water when inside my head the movies theme song of, Da…Dum. Da… Dum. Da dum, da dum, dadum, dadum… started playing.

Amazing how seaweed can look and feel strangely like a 40′ great white shark when swimming nekked and drinking beer.

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Almost

Almost feeling a bit of pity for agent Barton at the moment. The World Cup, the president of the U.S.A., Iran, idiots, terrorists, world attention.

Behind the scenes some strange things have/are occurring. Music playing of unity while a singular thread on a drone vibrates on.

Look at her sing of desire, look at him perspire. Feel it? So strong. So right. So wrong.

History of stone meeting flesh. Honor tainted with ambitious righteous attitude.

Dancing moments where chaos and precision collide.

A gold cup. A cold heart. Another day to asunder.

One day the world will find real peace in real people

Meanwhile bring on the actors.

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Move the i and add a t

ha! fucking hilarious. Now, Iran. Iran and sparkly lights. BOOM! Out go the lights.

To the southeast the mushroom cloud was large indeed.

Lamenting and tears. Talk of suicide and death.

Have people forgot North Korea? The little prick endowed sister loving mad man with his very own nuke?

Prediction: Those forgetting the present will become victims of the past.

In other words, never leave yogurt outside in the heat.

Whee!