Nope. ALL. Each-and-every-one. From the president of an HOA to Hitler. ALL are corrupt, evil, creatures…
And why are they so fucking horrible?
Because
They
Are
Human…
and put into power by a mirror reflection of voters also human…
Nope. ALL. Each-and-every-one. From the president of an HOA to Hitler. ALL are corrupt, evil, creatures…
And why are they so fucking horrible?
Because
They
Are
Human…
and put into power by a mirror reflection of voters also human…
a little bit of heaven
a little bit of hell
a whole lot of pizza.
Down here in Florida the night sky is filled with lights and lightning burning the blackness away.
In the town of youth there in the entrance to the Keys, the youth play.
Bumping up and down to the Latin beat the slick groomed Chevy’s ride the streets.
Young men pumping their bravado, young women barely contained in clothing.
Over there near the cities center a Dodge diesel roars with testosterone, and there, a Honda tachs at 6000 rpm while the driver feels powerful in her tight dress.
Fords bellow, Nissans mellow, BMW for the elites.
With a laugh and moist panties a gold miner lady oozes with ooh ooh oh… with the passing lamborghini.
Sex, diesel, and gasoline. Mixed with biological hormones of humanity…
Seems normal right? A right of passage as boy meets girl through the rolling metal of the streets?
Outside though, near a swamp filled with snakes and gators lives an old man with no money, no family or friends. He owns or drives nothing.
And yet he is happy. He is alive and full of whisky and sardines. Watching the lightning and lights far off in the big cities.
Soon to pass out in a blissful sleep in his most favorite vehicle in the whole world, an abandoned and junked Winnebago RV.
This prompt is another primitive form of A.I. questioning the human condition. The program asks “Who,” when the most logical word would have been “What is” the biggest influences of life.
Algorithms pertaining to social influences push the narrative of ‘people’ with power. The power to influence YOUR decisions in life. I call this algorithm and all algorithms, bullshit.
If you fall prey to following the question as asked then the most obvious answer is your parent/guardian, the one or ones that protected and guided you to the point where you could make your own decision. Of course many people learn to hate their parent/guardian because their new ‘best’ influence’ is some powerful person. A never ending cycle of bullshit.
So, I choose to say fuck you to this question as it is hostile in its intent. It is a question designed for study and research. It is a question of manipulation. It is a question meant to lead the living flesh and blood to become a part of dusty artificial intellect.
The only answer I would then give to a question such as this is, Life, Life, and Life.
(and God allowing me to see the true face of evil/death as it really is)
Which year of which birth?
Further query: Which galaxy in which Universe?
And in conclusion…
I’m still in the Birth Canal.
yup.
All the time…
and since time does not exist,
never…
Tumultuous bands of energy ever expanding; ever vibrations oscillating for ever and ever…
and then,
there was light.
*
Of light there has always been a light to guide the flow of push-pull.
Of beings cracking their veneers to reveal and slide to the next dimension of something some call, consciousness.
*
Contained, or better yet, confused?
(your language abilities set aside from mathematical theories regarding absolutes is indeed a living and narrow gauge of feeble attempts to understand something when acting upon nothing)
and so… a simple story for humans.
***
The Need.
Born of flesh composed of mineral and water. Bestowed with the spark of Life. A biological machine of need and understanding.
Sucking the breast to pull nutrients into a soft and vulnerable body, the baby pulled the teat as if their lives depended upon it.
Cooing in communication. Warmth. Water. Sleep. Security. Food. Five needs always important, always there at the edge of death and destruction.
Soon as in moments of a scripted time line of variables so inline and predictable the child ‘soon’ puts forth the energy to pursue its needs.
Warmth. Water. Sleep. Security. Food.
Growing into a replication of the host. Energies harvested to pursue the replication of self into what a species truly needs… Advancement.
A world littered with retreat as 99.99% of all species on all worlds failed in their needs, and why?
Why cannot the machines of life attain the most simple of needs?
Some ask God, god, gods why.
Some ask nothing.
Some curse and cry.
i however just change dimensions and needs.
simple
easy
and it is called, Life.
I could go on but there is a rerun on tv needing to be watched so the final one is,
8. As God who made an important announcement of a pending action: “Here, hold my beer…”
“Stay away from him, he is fucking crazy.”