Both are hot and cold with both temperatures being perfect

Both are yummy, salty, spicy, filling

Both are either paid for or free for the taking

Both can be made with love or hate

Both have so much in common it is impossible to list

But

push-comes-to-shove…

Pizza rules as you can never get enough and it never, ever, hurts…

Ha Ha Ha!

This world is amusing.

It has been shown. It is shown. It will be shown…

And yet, the world chooses as it always has, is, and will be…

Can you smell the rotting flesh yet?

Feel the corruption of the flesh yet?

Pain?

Sorrow?

Evil?

No?

It is coming.

Poor

Loop

oops

OhOh

Some of many do not believe in Lucifer, or Satan, or  even the simple word, Evil. How very interesting.

A Satanist will state they are for science, or social development, or a lot of ‘things’ all while avoiding what it is, what IT is…

The kingdom of Evil is well known, very well known. Why, just today i watched the hand of Evil touch ever so lightly…

i don’t worry much about the darkness that Evil cloaks itself with as it is all so predictable, and thus boring.

The only; absolutely only entity to fear is God. Definitely NOT any of evils many names or faces. So to God today, yesterday, and far off into the future… i give thanks for keeping it all so very real. And it’s true, Your Will Be Done. And also, thanks for the good things presented while surrounded by puppets of this world.

And now a bit of writing to help keep it all together.

***

Faces oozed the emotions of how it is to feel

Some smiled, some frowned, some contorted in anger or pain

So much to bring the bubbles of anger to surface and reveal

So little time spent in compassion, thankfulness, or kindness.

Is there really something called forgiveness?

If so, where is it?

And interesting in a world where so many choose to deny or believe in God, or Evil

while oozing from them show actions just exactly as the definitions of God, or Evil,

describe them.

Lately smells have been intense.

Smelling poachers as they spotlight at night

Smelling the memories as those people who travel the forest roads. Some fucking, one dying, many  trying to relax

Smelling anger of current events

Smelling. Smelling. Smelling.

So much.

Yet for all the intensity it still comes through, the smell of food, fresh air, life, and the smell of perfume.

From time to Time, there exists something special. It is special… while also containing painful, joyful, in short full of much.

An open mind purposefully controlled by freedom, which is a description of conundrum which is. It is.

So, often in thoughts blurred by reality and conflicts in vibrations… a poem.

***

∑ i¤- i as in i’m

My

(pausing to paint a new world)

no matter  as in this  matter, such feelings/views/experience are of no defense.

And when the essence is boiled down to ingredients

it remains strong even as my mind wanders in a storm of chaos

finding sanctuary in what can only relieve…

and in this port, afloat by the memory of what it is, to smile.

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Between the lines ‘lives’ a dynamic picture.

It is a live picture

Take a close look at it. Close your eyes and see if you can.

A few, a very very few will or can come close to see what is now, in my hand.

before it gets better… Or, so it has been alluded, or is it collusion? Better before worse, worse before better. It sounds like shit and shit is worse until it dries and the smell becomes better. Or, it sounds like shit and shit is better until it stays around forever.

July 4th. A once important holiday for the United States but actually, is there anything important to the citizens of this country?

Of course, money rules all. All to include politics, religion, science, education… and aside from that, nothing else is no longer held important other than whatever emotion each citizen thinks is important until it is quickly replaced with another, and another, and another…

Franklin once said, “A republic, if you can keep it.”

But if the bulk of citizens no longer consider anything other than their own emotions to be important, the republic itself cannot be considered important either.

And with that, I go now to think about money, food, maybe tickle my ass with a feather, send a donation to save the rain forest, complain about something, think ill about those who don’t think like I do, tickle my ass with a feather again, pick my nose, love America, hate America…

Kneeling in cat shit doing woodwork for a man who makes a lot of money and yet cannot pay my salary. The question comes to mind: Who is the bigger fool?

Why is it that rain and wind are more my friend than any human could ever be?

Every time becomes less and less while more interest lays in the simple things such as fresh onion dip and fresh chips.

Listening to sounds people make and it makes my head ache.

Maybe it would be best to give everything away. Sail the oceans or hike the desert plains. Maybe is a word used when other words fail. However, fool or not, it is… all very much inspirational and less and less than holding the breath waiting for a world to change.

***

A body converts the desires of work and sleep into sleep and work

Expending and expecting and in this, success or failure

Payday or setback

Rational or irrational…

Who cares or gives a shit as long as the day ends long enough to give pause until it repeats itself over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over…

Food spelled backwards sounds fun, doof. Dufus is close in sound but different in definition.

This is what is fun about writing. To write is fun! It is even better to write whatever, however, and whenever without caring what anyone else thinks about what is written.

And so, it is, fun.”””

***

There was an elephant named dufus

who ate so he could become humungus

stepped in the mud, got cold, got fungus

developed a cough

and now is no longer

among us.

“That was fucking awful!”

Thanks parasite. Now, try and open a new jar of peanut butter without having any  thumbs…

“Dick…”