Universal Orgiastic Picnic
Did you see it? Have you ever seen it? The stars, those specks of glittering glass glowing in the sky, have taken one step closer to humanity’s idea of insanity. Way back when we were browsing through the dictionary to find a dictionary of ‘existence,’ we neglected to make the last peering view into a cosmos that was showing a dangerous occurrence above our very heads:
The universe is imploding.
How long does it have, doctor?
Well, judging by its rate of collapse and ruling in the factor that I have no degree close to physics, quantum or otherwise…. I’d give it our lifetimes.
Do you know what you, sitting smugly in your plush seat, have coming towards you? Another dream. Another waking moment laced inside of the pill you swallowed when dropping upon the earth, when you opened those pretty baby blue eyes and cried your first pain. And upon the feeling of the first pain, you acknowledged the life as something experienced through suffering, and the light didn’t make any sense. It was supposed to be a grand finale at the end of a mountain tunnel, only to drop below yet another totem of the Himalayas. But that which was first felt, brought with it what it is to suffer, and the artists deems that suffering is art.
And art, dearest, sweetest, from-mind-to-impulse-to-hands art, is truth, beauty, a spiral in which we drop an eight-piece for a wish beyond what is felt and what is seen. Coming hither is a brand new realization, when the last wire is cut and new gadgetry is woven into the brand new security system. As if we were safe before? Unlikely, not likely.
Has the thought of death struck you? Not just you dying from whatever meteor unfortunately crashes, but of what mixtures are twists, the twists that tangle the mind and create a fantastic block to shock the human and give one last shove towards
pulling the trigger
tightening the rope
bringing down the axe
and cracking the spine back.
Would you tell me that you’ve kept a clear consciousness, and never thought of killing the fellow man? The point here that pricks is although you may have thought of it, maybe even yearned secretly to experience what’s unlikely, you have not done it, or you may have done it.
If you have, you’ve explored possibility. Not in the best of wishing ways, but you have.
If you haven’t, that’s because the others have done it for you. All possibilities that are ever dreamed are only dreamed because they HAVE happened.
It’s not just the murder, there’s the loveliness out there too.
There is a Wonderland.
There is another body of life in space waiting for us.
There is life after death.
[I expect some of you may think I’m off my rocker. I’m really just enjoying my streaming consciousness.]
QUESTION OF THE DAY: If you could transport everyone you know at this moment to another place, where would you all go?
By the way, there’s a funny story about that question.........
The universe is imploding.
How long does it have, doctor?
Well, judging by its rate of collapse and ruling in the factor that I have no degree close to physics, quantum or otherwise…. I’d give it our lifetimes.
Do you know what you, sitting smugly in your plush seat, have coming towards you? Another dream. Another waking moment laced inside of the pill you swallowed when dropping upon the earth, when you opened those pretty baby blue eyes and cried your first pain. And upon the feeling of the first pain, you acknowledged the life as something experienced through suffering, and the light didn’t make any sense. It was supposed to be a grand finale at the end of a mountain tunnel, only to drop below yet another totem of the Himalayas. But that which was first felt, brought with it what it is to suffer, and the artists deems that suffering is art.
And art, dearest, sweetest, from-mind-to-impulse-to-hands art, is truth, beauty, a spiral in which we drop an eight-piece for a wish beyond what is felt and what is seen. Coming hither is a brand new realization, when the last wire is cut and new gadgetry is woven into the brand new security system. As if we were safe before? Unlikely, not likely.
Has the thought of death struck you? Not just you dying from whatever meteor unfortunately crashes, but of what mixtures are twists, the twists that tangle the mind and create a fantastic block to shock the human and give one last shove towards
pulling the trigger
tightening the rope
bringing down the axe
and cracking the spine back.
Would you tell me that you’ve kept a clear consciousness, and never thought of killing the fellow man? The point here that pricks is although you may have thought of it, maybe even yearned secretly to experience what’s unlikely, you have not done it, or you may have done it.
If you have, you’ve explored possibility. Not in the best of wishing ways, but you have.
If you haven’t, that’s because the others have done it for you. All possibilities that are ever dreamed are only dreamed because they HAVE happened.
It’s not just the murder, there’s the loveliness out there too.
There is a Wonderland.
There is another body of life in space waiting for us.
There is life after death.
[I expect some of you may think I’m off my rocker. I’m really just enjoying my streaming consciousness.]
QUESTION OF THE DAY: If you could transport everyone you know at this moment to another place, where would you all go?
By the way, there’s a funny story about that question.........