Ha!

Anger?

No. No anger. No getting inebriated. No, I’m pissed that I’ve never had a nightmare. Not one.

Asked Margareta if she has ever had one and she said, (of course being married to a thing like me)”Yes. All the time. I have nightmares all the time.”

i am pissed as i and I have never had nor come close to experiencing, a nightmare.

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A question: How does one know what a nightmare feels like when never feeling such a dream?

How can it be worse than seeing uncountable numbers of life experience the various degrees of ‘death’?

To witness the rape of an innocent woman?

Feeling the pain a woman has when birthing her first child?

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To dream is to truly live in a world free of your reality a world describes

Of no doubt or wonder,

A good dream is all of the dreams which never begins nor ends; eternal.

Nightmares must be for those who are afraid of opening their eyes

or mind. Yes, this must be the answer for there is much indeed.

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Now take for example. NaCl. Sodium cloride. Salt.

Recipe for Agent Barton.

1. Any size or weight from a grain up. NaCl
2. Freeze to many digits below your accepted zero.
3. Oscillating amperage combined with high voltage.

Serve quickly.

Feeds many.

Enjoy.

A lot of backtalk in a dream where Muslim’s lie

Scheming this, “Allah Akbar!”

Why?

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Why is Turkey so important, a land of mystic and mage

From caves far from Istanbul

Crystals of off moon phase

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Remember Jesus?

So do i.

What we choose in life, a life with so many choices.

Look over here. Look over there.

Taste this, run from that.

A lot of stimuli

and yet?

Voices where there are voices

Sound of sounds

a need to write it all down.

There is no need to feed a readers mind with what they cannot read

They stumble with affirmation, with consumption of thoughts so alien from their own

And so here we are at another crossroad you and I, assembling some thoughts

putting it out again, as writing.

Just the way I like it.

So…parasite.

“Yeah numb nuts?”

Notice something?

“What? Are your balls finally dropping?”

Naw. Got a long way to go for that.

Inspired now by a Story.

A Shipping Container

Written by: Beauty

“Hey Cletus, what seem to be yur problem?”

“Nuthin…” Cletus was bit slow in the fast dept.

“Nuthin what? You being a bit strange… More so than normal.”

Cletus pawed the ground with one of his horns and then smiling, “I think my shipping containers are purdy. So purdy they be the purdiest thing I see.”

Today the sky sang

Clouds tickling a forest where the forest giggled

Snow touching upper reaches above sin

In the rain below the soul swam with happiness

Today the sky sang

Obama killing his chef over a lovers spat: boring

Hamas killing in the name of Satan: boring

War: boring

Global warming: A good joke.

So, what to write about when most everything on this planet is so predictable?

God.

Most people have now turned their backs on God. A lot of people don’t believe in God. A few truly love God. Everyone knows God. And i play poker everyday with God, well, not every day, but lately it has been a lot.

No one reading this will believe it and (Ha!) I don’t care. Not one whit. Not one itsy bitsy teeny tiny bit. Fact is: God is a fantastic poker player, just as God is the best scientist, comedian, and anything humanity think is special.

Last night the game was wonderful, and i lost. The debt was to give a speech to many beings about the art of building homes. How embarrassing. Now tonight, tonight will be different.

You see, when losing a game and forced to do what is needed, in the end you learn. A gain was made. A necessary moment to be sure.

So far God wins every game we play. Oh yes, God is good indeed. However, one game was won by me with a pair of two’s. It was wonderful to see God smile! A simple pair of two’s. Good times indeed.

Tonight is a new tactic. Tomorrow is a new day. And the cards have taken on a new Life. They are creating a new world. Not of my world or this world. It is a world only God knows about.

Tonight there will be cigars and ice cream. Already, the ante is made.

“How are ya feeling tonight shithead? Horrible? Nauseous? Can you see the white light yet?”

You crack me up parasite. Why would I feel horrible or nauseous?

“Because it is always about you. You this. You that. I. Me… It sure makes me feel horrible an wanna puke just thinking about you.”

Try the new salty chocolate. You’ll feel much better.

“Chocolate?”

Yep.

“Feeling much better now. Say where’s that white light coming from?”

Inside parasite. It comes from inside

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And so the rivers rise on the news of rain coming

On a shore of rambling rock polished by past events, caring less for their future

A way of showing direction, of communication, of something tasting like the first apple.

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Moss does indeed grow on a rolling stone

Walked upon by a small bird searching for something

Anything with a meaningful explanation.

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The bite is sweet with the temptation of something more

To the core, the very seed of inspiration

While the rivers wait to succumb to an icy freeze

Artificial intelligence is not a self of individual. All artificial intelligence is a product of a collective of commonality.

Humans are no different. Male. Female. Each may seem to be an individual what with their tattoos, size, smell, language, clothing. They are merely a biological version of electrical artificial intelligence. Human are a collective of commonality.

This leads to what is not a part of humanity or artificial intelligence. Anonymous. Hidden. Ha… What fun.

The weakness in any defense humans have is human. Human error. Human negligence.

To infiltrate and destroy any of humanities sensitive structures such as the United States Pentagon or North Korea’s mind… is easier now that humans rely on artificial intelligence.

To corrupt a human guard is usually very easy with some exceptions whereas artificial intelligence use to be very hard to corrupt and had humans as a backup in the cases they were corrupted.

Today artificial intelligence is so easy to corrupt a child can do it. A human child. And now there is no human backup.

So agent Barton, to prove a point, USN 1107 (look at paragraph 2.7 subsection of…) I wonder how the Cmdr will/already have thought of, “What the fuck just happened?”