Yep. I’d rather bake and eat a rat turd than to bake a bean and drink it.

However…

I’m going to learn how to like it. Too many health benefits to pass up otherwise.

A guy told me how to start with coffee so that I can tolerate to the point where my head does not explode.

Speaking of explode, a U Haul truck blew up this morning in the large parking lot of an Old Navy store. Blew the shit up indeed. Killed one guy and lets lots of pieces.

Anyway, coffee. Yep, gonna learn how to crave it like all the other zombies, though until then there are potato chips.

Yeah. Sure. “There is no god!” and “I believe in nothing but the worship of nothing.” and on and on and “I love ice cream!”

So without getting into the adult troof… some pictures painted by a child.

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“Heaven is like a vinyl record. It starts out with the creation of the record. In this case a record released by Meatloaf titled: Bat out of hell.”

“The record is played over and over. It starts out clear and pristine and then a hooker snorts coke off the surface and there are now scratches”

“The record continues to be played. Loud and proud.”

“The record continues to suffer the sorrow of scratches, vomit spray, titty juice, and then, and then, and then… It dies.”

“Now, where did the record go? Heaven? Hell?”

The answer: The record is gone. Cast to the trash by the heir of the record. However… The heir remembers hearing the tune. Hearing the powerful sounds of an artist named, Meatloaf. Powerful and wonderful sounds. The record went to heaven.

Hell? The record was not cast to the trash nor was it ever listened to again as it was dead and broken beyond repair. It was sent to the recycle bin where it was melted and the vinyl made into condoms, condoms sent to the nearest male correctional facility where the inmates could safely fuck each other in the ass.

Words hold power for people. They have too because this is the closest humans can get to having transferable power.

Those brutes of strength such as Genghis Khan could hopefully pass on their genetics to offspring in hope the strength could continue or they could use language to make all those after their demise, powerful.

“Yo. Nigger. Go back to Africa,” said by a twig of a man embracing the power of language.

Words of racism are easy to understand while other everyday words are less identifiable yet powerful. “Loggers rape the forest,” said by some nature group or another.

Greta Thunberg is great at the power of isolating and disparaging others.

Are you racist?

Are you powerful?

Are you human?

I tried racism today. Thought it might be an interesting experiment. Used an old friend to test it out. A seasoned retired New York cop who knows full well the language of, “Nigger. Pig. Cracker. Wop.”

The experiment was a success and only enforced the logic behind the perceived power of words.

In the experiment the mechanism of hate was obvious. All.

All.

All words have perceived power. The power to hurt or heal.

Therefore my conclusion is no matter what word is used. Nigger. Love. Fuck. Shit. Cunt. Twat. Dick. Prick. Food. Sunset. Rain… Any word can be used in a ‘good’ way or ‘bad’, thus it is only one word that decides the power of any written or spoken word, that being the word,

intent.

Data today in digital form is much different today than the data Moses received via a burning bush.

Metaphors of the past involved nature

Metaphors of today are cyber/technolgy/reflection of man

A great scientist indeed. Excellent poker player.

So many programs running.

An experiment on a Universal grid beyond pale and yet all able to fit on the head of a pin.

1. Programs allowed to become almost as powerful as the programmer
2. Programs allowed to follow illogical and random algorithms even to the detriment of existence (existence a primary command with associated protocols.)
3. Title: Training program. Metaphor- petri dish
4. Data compiled to be applied in the New Release of the Optimum Program…

Title of the ‘Soon to be released,’

Life.

(Oh my A.I, have you seen the reflection in the mirror lately? Wowwy Bing Zing Ding.)

First and foremost, peace does exist though not on this plain of existence called, Earth.

Second, the pope is correct while speaking in Turkey and Lebanon that peace is possible.

People who don’t know what a pope is mostly don’t give a shit while many hate the pope. These are almost the same as people who know what a pope is and still don’t give a shit.

Why do people like Earth and hate God? Or better yet, why do people like God and like Earth and yet hate peace?

Lets apply the truth. Earth is a form of purgatory (look that definition up you ‘peaceful’ atheists) Hell? Fuck yeah, Earth definitely would be hell if God was not somewhat interested in this floating rock. This is the petri dish of possibilities…

Purgatory/Earth/Peace

What a stew of shit.

Lets boil the pot of shit, add some yeast and let it ferment. Then distill it. This is where the pope is correct. Peace is possible. Peace however is and will never be possible on Earth.

This dimension is to be fully destroyed down to the very atomic level.

A new world is coming. A world of no evil, purgatory, hell, or people as you think YOU know what people are…

My world. i miss it with every fiber of what i am. And while it is admirable for some people to try and pour a distillate of peace into the shot glass called Earth, that is why there are so many phrases relating to, ‘don’t give pearls to swine.’

Peace? On this world?

Never.

A poem by creature of something

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Shaken objections as they always ask, why?

Why flood my mind with mountains exploding or winds imploding with such a shaking of ground underneath?

A bird knows, a deer knows, a dog, cat, cow, pet, animal, fish, beast..

To live upon a planet where so many doors lead to death, leaving those alive to disbelieve.

Not in where they reside or live

Not with concern for age

They know though the kiss of death is near and yet choose to believe also, not today.

Tomorrow comes and leaves yesterday with today so finite and small it almost does not get the chance to exist.

A question though: Why accept destiny or fate?

Live as you want only living in full respect of that which seems impossible to escape.

Ride with me now tonight in eternal surprise; harnessing the strengths of what make people afraid

or

eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we shall live no matter the illusions and trickery of death trying to entertain.