Ryon Shepard
08-11-2011, 04:52 PM
This is a chapter from a novel I wrote. I wasn't sure whether to post it in this forum or another. It's part poetry, part prose; kind of a hybrid. The formatting limitations change what it actually looks like... It was written after the BP oil Spill. Written perhaps to express my anger....
Chapter 4/20
He smokes it. Now dark but it's bright.
Walks into the club. Repetitive rhythmic pulsing music, trance inducing, glowsticks abound, a shadow man with a flourescent outline posing posturing dancing with many watching gazing amazed. But many watch the stage, their heads bob; their eyes are closed. Leo stands and sways, his mind synchronizes with the music.
It is April 20. From the ceiling fall streaming strands of blood.
Dark and purplish, though it could be the lighting. The young men and women in the club massage it into their bodies. Tasting, no mourning, music continuing background gestalt.
The fluorescent man looks to Leo, and transmits sound through telepathic waves. And as the grass grows higher, the sun gets closer, and soon all shall be set ablaze.
Huh?
You also burn.
I'm a firefighter, transmits Leo.
Now it must be understood in this day and age –
this day and age –
this day and age –
I don't understand anything
this day and age –
When I think I'm starting to figger something –
this day and age –
this day and age –
Sometimes it makes me want to –
this day and age –
I'm going to pay attention to the wao-wao-wao.
Leo likes the music, says – ****-the-government softly to himself. A cardboard poster of Ronald Reagan pops up, says – **** yourself buddy and then its teeth are blown out. Leo looks behind him and sees all the blood-drenched hippies aiming cartoonish smoking lit joints like rifles.
Leo through the crowd swimming turning dodging angling his body in all directions and it is soothing and the blood tastes nice and he floats well above the bouyant bloody hands that reach to him well aware of their condition they are drenched in their own slop.
You've been shpongled, says nowhere.
Then I shall begin ingesting plant fightochemicals.
A pale man on the stage preaching, cliche fire coming from his eyes. There's a hole in the Earth. ALL BE DAM-DUH. Leo watches him, upside down. There are platforms where women in blood-beads hula-hoop. Leo watches them too and their position shifts as he slowly lowers to the floor. To the left of him there is a guy he knows. The guy he knows with his eyes hands closed in a praying pose. Hard to recognize him from all the blood and he would talk to him but he doesn't want to disturb the man in his most solemn moment.
A MILE DOWN, HELL HAS BEEN STRUCK! More telepathy from the preacher.
Look over there to that preacher, says a person.
Look over there to that preacher, says a person.
That over there is a preacher, says a person.
Is that what I think it is? is that a preacher? says a person.
I don't believe in God, says a person.
I don't believe in You, says a person.
I don't believe in the ecclesiastical indoctrination nor the diffusion and permeation of our educational system of the deluded schema that God is soully transcendent and not imminent, says a person.
**** yourself, says a person.
I love you, says a person.
Luck would have it I foe-got my damn shoes, says a person.
Yeaaaahhhhh maannnn hey-hey-hey, says a person.
Do you know that person, says a person.
Peoples homes are being stolen by bourgeise banks, says a person.
Really odd that that that that that that that that that that nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat deejay changed into a priest
says a person
We should smoke some later, says a person
Sweet children of mine, put on your backward baseball caps
says a preacher
I see into spaces; free the seen scene spaces, says a person.
He has heard the anals, says a person.
So have I, says a person.
Who hasn't, says a person.
A low-level chuckle guttural like a train, says a person not.
But what about...oh – I lost my train of thought,
says a person.
My emptiness is in her shoes, says a person.
This life of nothingness gives me the blues, says a person.
You've got bloody salty sweat, says a person
Oh no I'm crying, face is wet, am I crying? oh **** ; that's ridiculous melodramatic nonsense, says a person
You are me and I am you, I'll always be with you, says the music
A man pulls down his pants and ****s blood
A second man takes off his jeans and ****s blood
A first woman raises her skirt and ****s blood;
from their Corexits
butt it's okay, the news says it's okay, that its
normal to bleed out the *** now, nothing to worry about
justafine detox clinic for anal rectal iron recall. (or it could be the lighting)
Ah, dance to this music. Hulu hoop neon neandrathal onewithall overalls. Love some need some leaves to fall. Ashes to ashes. Dusk dill dawn. Look to the East for the rising sun. Much here has been assimilated. United States dyed and now some shine fluorescent. They all have halos of fire. In the flames the faces of the deceased. These faces liquid in a fire ocean. The mortal smile at him, show there are no boundaries between the living and the dead. James Joyce, with his ashplant, walks past him, thinks himself alive in this ordinary night in Shponglland. If there were only crickets. Crickets are all that are missin'. Crickets give a country feel and operate strongly on melatonin. Or are they cicadas? doesn't matter he guesses. It's that sound. That dull droning. That droning that draws one down to melt into somnolescence. It's all so anxiolytic like a ****in fairy tale. If Alice were here she would be in Shpongland too. She would be wrinkled and have no teeth and look like a mushroom. But all is well that it hasn't gotten that far. Though it still could. The scene is constantly changing, not because of any alteration of physical matter but alteration of meaning. The meaning is matter. Now what's the matter with that? it gives one too much power. And that's a huge responsibility. Then you start worrying about just what's inside you. All that violent and perverted **** that goes through one's mind in a day, every day. Just what could you create? But perhaps he's just being cynical. Always looking for the negative in everything. Why not imagine being in angel-land where everybody shines and eats golden apples? Where Adam and Eve copulate without shame? In the end, that's about how it turns out anyway, ...doesn't it? Here people look to him and nod to answer his question. It's so beautiful it's turned horrific. Blood is beautiful that blood that reflects light and shines light beautiful. And horrific. Goddamn zombies! Goddamn blood zombies! Goddamn blood zombie angels! Goddamn prophetic blood zombie angels! Goddamn blood-bloody-blood cryptonomicon bloody-blood prophetic blood zombie angels!
MANA SHALL DIE! MAN-Y SHALLLLLL DIE!
But all shall die.
We're talking five to six million from chemical poisoning.
THIS WASSSSS NO ACCIDENT!
Preach my preacher preach now pray...
All bow down.
I'll bow down.
Knees in a pool of blood.
Zombie blood. The walking dead. Where's that snake of a ladder to climb up and ascend spirally up the spiral up into life out of death? We all fall down. The all falls off the tall wall and breaks is back into blood zombies. Someday collate the fractions. Glue them back together spiritual cement. This wine the blood of Christ. This blood the invert hell-blood of Jeeeesus. All-fall-down! Rain-down-deluge! Face of a Mayan priest in an under-ocean gusher. Hemoglobic oily-inferno hemmorhaging earth. Something greater than ischemia. Grand-mal of greed. What it is is a sucking off, a stealing of your energy by means of abstract financial formulas and symbolic money. The parasites have the hooks in, but on the surface they are painless. Cannot kill the victim without first deciding to kill themselves. (But the host shall clearly go first (""wink wink"")).
Then the balloon shrinks.
JESUS CHRIST TRUCKING
WE SHIP CRO-
SSES TO THE MASSES, CROSSES MADE OF COR-
PORATE LOGOS, NON-BIODEGRADABLE FOOD AND
HIGH FRUCTOSE
NOW SUCK ON THAT SWEET STICK!
Red on the mend; drying cracking peeling flakes iron-rusted coloring. Eyebrows unplucked, unshavened, emerging from an egg. An Easter-red-crick-cracked egg. Bang on the monolith. Hear the symbols crash. No money no more. a rock a currency: Dental equipment, Weapon of Mass destruction, BIC lighter,
Renaissance Rock. Look down a hole, attack a plymouth; it can only go fifteen miles to a gathering of pilgrims. An E note. but now the other notes are gone and E is every note and no note. He doesn't have a good ear anyway.
""""He walks to the bar to get a drink of an alcoholic beverage that toxifies his liver and creates free radicals""""
""But I disagree with you sir, free radicals is an oxy MORON
a radical is part of the system and therefore is dependent and NOT
free."
Come to the bar now bar tender and all give you a tip.
What would you like?
Bud Light.
It's two-fifty.
Thanks. Take 10,000 IUs of Vitamin D and shave your eyebrows.
I appreciate it. Usually people either stiff me or give me only one.
No problem.
Back to the show.
In the future, in the future, in the future, it is against the law to go out in the sun between the hours of eleven am and one pm: 'between eleven and one the sun is bright' "between eleven and one the rays will burn you" "'No! between eleven and one, this is where there is greater absorption of cholecalciferal from the sun. If you get this, you will not be sick. But they want you sick, they want you dying, they want you to buy their products, so they have made the sun illegal."' ""I live underground, between eleven and one I pop-up like a gopher. Often the police are waiting for me and strike me with a foam hammer to make me go back down and pop-out another side. It's just a game for them. To me, this is serious business. I sell cholecalciferal on the black market. I produce my own radiation internally. Don't laugh. This took me several years of intense focus on breath control in order to split my own atoms. The government i. .s immensely afraid of me. IMMensely."" ""'before, many would sit in the sun. then they were all happy. then the government was sad. then they took the privilege of sitting in the sun away. sad days. SAD days. Now the night is the day and the day is the night. sad night. SAD night. """MOMMY... will you check under the bed and in my closet for the corporate man before i go to sweep.""" """' Honey, there is no such thing as the corporate man."""' (SAD lip) """But that's what they want you to think.""" """'Baby, I told you not to open the blinds during the day. Do you want to go to prison for the rest of your life and have everybody think you're a dope absorber?"""' """But it shines naturally upon the earth"""
It """"SHINES""".
Sometimes the sun shines and it is dark. This is called night. It is shining but the Earth is turned away from it (the sun). Sometimes you can see the sun at night but it is not really the sun; it is the moon. What I mean is that the moon is reflecting the sun. But the moon is not really the sun, it is the moon. But it could be said that the moon is in actuality the sun simply because you cannot see the moon without the sun. The moon would not exist without the sun. But of course this isn't entirely true. We would still know the effects of the moon, such as the high tide. But even if we (we being in general, people, a group of primates ((family in the animal Kingdom (((Kingdom as per Linnaeon taxonomy ((((a classification system))))))))))) did know the effects of the moon, we still wouldn't know that the moon exists so we just might attribute it to some other abstruse or esoteric cause like dark matter or interdimensional pull (the two not being mutually exclusive). You might be able to say that all objects are satellites. Not as satellites like in the sky as say space stations and such (yes, actually, like that also), but as satellites such as astronomical bodies rotating and revolving relatively within space-time (but, I remind you, man-made satellites are also included in this category); also possible included in the category is everything that exists (one must set parameters ((one as referring to any person or set of persons or any animal or set of animals or any sentient being or set of sentient beings))) because each person is known or can only be known perceptually (in Kantian terms, apriori intuition and the sensory object are indistinguishable; the object cannot be known in and of itself) by the reflection of light upon matter (condensed light; matter being condensed light((synonymous with energy))) activating a third body's retina and subsequently interpreted by an executive nervous system through a multiple of channels and waves. Input::Output: but here is where it gets confusing (nothing is confusing)(everything is confusing) = nothing and everything are confusing and not confusing because if nothing is confusing that would mean everything is not confusing and if everything is not confusing that would mean nothing is not confusing because nothing is something in relation to everything and something has to be a part of everything (((((EVERYTHING((Something(((Nothing))))) therefore it could not be confusing because nothing is confusing in everything and I do understand that all this may be confusing right now but just remember: If it is confusing it is also very simple and not confusing at all. All of this relates also to the relationship relating to meaning and chaos (or perhaps not). Where there is chaos, nothing has meaning; where there is meaning, you don't think about it, so it means nothing (((((((maybe, just maybe ((not like perhaps – maybe – as in an increased chance over perhaps (((though there is no true meaningful delineation in the English language))))))). Behind every meaning, there lurks ((((like a scary monster((like one in your closet)))) chaos. In all chaos are the primordial juices (like literal; like primordial exactly and juices exactly) of meaning. But like Marcel Proust (of whom I know nothing about ), someday we may realize that all of reality is a shifting of schemas of meaningful meaning. If we did not know of death (as in death of the body), would we even consider it in our day to day lives? Addendum to that: if we did not know of death, would we even know we were alive? (This is not rhetorical, I do expect an answer to this question.) For this is a time, right now (which is not right now because it has already passed) that is completely void of time (((void like nothing((nothing which has no description))) now –
- Stop it *******. You are doing it again.
Doing what?
- C'mon, live a little bit.
Don't you see I'm drenched in blood?
-You are martyr?
I'm smarter than you. I don't take advice from someone that is not as smart as me.
- I can show you paradise.
What exactly are you saying?
- Look at the stage.
What are they doing?
-They are preparing.
Those instruments; I've not seen anything like those before, or anything like them.
-Have you not seen ET on TV?
Yeah, but they look so much thinner in real-life.
-The reproduction of their wave-forms through human techgnowlogical medium does add the perception that fifteen pounds 01110100001010 is that Mark Macgrath?
I'm the one supposed to be asking the questions here.
-It is only the meaning of Mark Macgrath.
See, you figured it out on your own.
-Don't patronize me.
Did you hear that line on TV?
-No, I don't watch such things.
You don't even know what patronize means.
-Yes I do.
No you don't
-Yes I do
No you don't
-Yes I do
No you don't
-Yes I do.
No you don't
-Yes I don't
No you do
-Yes you do
Yes you don't
-No you don't
Yes I don't
-No i won't
Yes you don't
-No I do
no i do
no i do
no i do
-no idea
me neither
-yes you do
-no I don't
-yes you won't
-yes i won't
-yes I do
-yes I do want
What?
--Show me the snake
Okay::
Quick question?
-yes I do
do you want blood or no blood on this snake?
--bloodless and digital please
Okay::
ATCGATCG
AT CG
CGAT
AT CG
AT CG
ET's spaceship we are. How did this happen? That snake caused quite the whiplash, overcharged the synapses, now there's all this flashing and changing of colors on these scaley slippery spines that I see on these extraterrestrial beings as if they were in Contact with Jodi Foster where her dad was a changing morphing ball of energy except for in this case the father is an alienic reptilitarian professing a belief in something and a need to transmit this something to me but I'm afraid it's just not communicating.
-What is going on?
I don't know, you tell me.
-I smoked DMT?
No.
-Then what?
You overdosed on Vitamin D.
-Wow, the sun is a powerful thing.
Chapter 4/20
He smokes it. Now dark but it's bright.
Walks into the club. Repetitive rhythmic pulsing music, trance inducing, glowsticks abound, a shadow man with a flourescent outline posing posturing dancing with many watching gazing amazed. But many watch the stage, their heads bob; their eyes are closed. Leo stands and sways, his mind synchronizes with the music.
It is April 20. From the ceiling fall streaming strands of blood.
Dark and purplish, though it could be the lighting. The young men and women in the club massage it into their bodies. Tasting, no mourning, music continuing background gestalt.
The fluorescent man looks to Leo, and transmits sound through telepathic waves. And as the grass grows higher, the sun gets closer, and soon all shall be set ablaze.
Huh?
You also burn.
I'm a firefighter, transmits Leo.
Now it must be understood in this day and age –
this day and age –
this day and age –
I don't understand anything
this day and age –
When I think I'm starting to figger something –
this day and age –
this day and age –
Sometimes it makes me want to –
this day and age –
I'm going to pay attention to the wao-wao-wao.
Leo likes the music, says – ****-the-government softly to himself. A cardboard poster of Ronald Reagan pops up, says – **** yourself buddy and then its teeth are blown out. Leo looks behind him and sees all the blood-drenched hippies aiming cartoonish smoking lit joints like rifles.
Leo through the crowd swimming turning dodging angling his body in all directions and it is soothing and the blood tastes nice and he floats well above the bouyant bloody hands that reach to him well aware of their condition they are drenched in their own slop.
You've been shpongled, says nowhere.
Then I shall begin ingesting plant fightochemicals.
A pale man on the stage preaching, cliche fire coming from his eyes. There's a hole in the Earth. ALL BE DAM-DUH. Leo watches him, upside down. There are platforms where women in blood-beads hula-hoop. Leo watches them too and their position shifts as he slowly lowers to the floor. To the left of him there is a guy he knows. The guy he knows with his eyes hands closed in a praying pose. Hard to recognize him from all the blood and he would talk to him but he doesn't want to disturb the man in his most solemn moment.
A MILE DOWN, HELL HAS BEEN STRUCK! More telepathy from the preacher.
Look over there to that preacher, says a person.
Look over there to that preacher, says a person.
That over there is a preacher, says a person.
Is that what I think it is? is that a preacher? says a person.
I don't believe in God, says a person.
I don't believe in You, says a person.
I don't believe in the ecclesiastical indoctrination nor the diffusion and permeation of our educational system of the deluded schema that God is soully transcendent and not imminent, says a person.
**** yourself, says a person.
I love you, says a person.
Luck would have it I foe-got my damn shoes, says a person.
Yeaaaahhhhh maannnn hey-hey-hey, says a person.
Do you know that person, says a person.
Peoples homes are being stolen by bourgeise banks, says a person.
Really odd that that that that that that that that that that nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat nat deejay changed into a priest
says a person
We should smoke some later, says a person
Sweet children of mine, put on your backward baseball caps
says a preacher
I see into spaces; free the seen scene spaces, says a person.
He has heard the anals, says a person.
So have I, says a person.
Who hasn't, says a person.
A low-level chuckle guttural like a train, says a person not.
But what about...oh – I lost my train of thought,
says a person.
My emptiness is in her shoes, says a person.
This life of nothingness gives me the blues, says a person.
You've got bloody salty sweat, says a person
Oh no I'm crying, face is wet, am I crying? oh **** ; that's ridiculous melodramatic nonsense, says a person
You are me and I am you, I'll always be with you, says the music
A man pulls down his pants and ****s blood
A second man takes off his jeans and ****s blood
A first woman raises her skirt and ****s blood;
from their Corexits
butt it's okay, the news says it's okay, that its
normal to bleed out the *** now, nothing to worry about
justafine detox clinic for anal rectal iron recall. (or it could be the lighting)
Ah, dance to this music. Hulu hoop neon neandrathal onewithall overalls. Love some need some leaves to fall. Ashes to ashes. Dusk dill dawn. Look to the East for the rising sun. Much here has been assimilated. United States dyed and now some shine fluorescent. They all have halos of fire. In the flames the faces of the deceased. These faces liquid in a fire ocean. The mortal smile at him, show there are no boundaries between the living and the dead. James Joyce, with his ashplant, walks past him, thinks himself alive in this ordinary night in Shponglland. If there were only crickets. Crickets are all that are missin'. Crickets give a country feel and operate strongly on melatonin. Or are they cicadas? doesn't matter he guesses. It's that sound. That dull droning. That droning that draws one down to melt into somnolescence. It's all so anxiolytic like a ****in fairy tale. If Alice were here she would be in Shpongland too. She would be wrinkled and have no teeth and look like a mushroom. But all is well that it hasn't gotten that far. Though it still could. The scene is constantly changing, not because of any alteration of physical matter but alteration of meaning. The meaning is matter. Now what's the matter with that? it gives one too much power. And that's a huge responsibility. Then you start worrying about just what's inside you. All that violent and perverted **** that goes through one's mind in a day, every day. Just what could you create? But perhaps he's just being cynical. Always looking for the negative in everything. Why not imagine being in angel-land where everybody shines and eats golden apples? Where Adam and Eve copulate without shame? In the end, that's about how it turns out anyway, ...doesn't it? Here people look to him and nod to answer his question. It's so beautiful it's turned horrific. Blood is beautiful that blood that reflects light and shines light beautiful. And horrific. Goddamn zombies! Goddamn blood zombies! Goddamn blood zombie angels! Goddamn prophetic blood zombie angels! Goddamn blood-bloody-blood cryptonomicon bloody-blood prophetic blood zombie angels!
MANA SHALL DIE! MAN-Y SHALLLLLL DIE!
But all shall die.
We're talking five to six million from chemical poisoning.
THIS WASSSSS NO ACCIDENT!
Preach my preacher preach now pray...
All bow down.
I'll bow down.
Knees in a pool of blood.
Zombie blood. The walking dead. Where's that snake of a ladder to climb up and ascend spirally up the spiral up into life out of death? We all fall down. The all falls off the tall wall and breaks is back into blood zombies. Someday collate the fractions. Glue them back together spiritual cement. This wine the blood of Christ. This blood the invert hell-blood of Jeeeesus. All-fall-down! Rain-down-deluge! Face of a Mayan priest in an under-ocean gusher. Hemoglobic oily-inferno hemmorhaging earth. Something greater than ischemia. Grand-mal of greed. What it is is a sucking off, a stealing of your energy by means of abstract financial formulas and symbolic money. The parasites have the hooks in, but on the surface they are painless. Cannot kill the victim without first deciding to kill themselves. (But the host shall clearly go first (""wink wink"")).
Then the balloon shrinks.
JESUS CHRIST TRUCKING
WE SHIP CRO-
SSES TO THE MASSES, CROSSES MADE OF COR-
PORATE LOGOS, NON-BIODEGRADABLE FOOD AND
HIGH FRUCTOSE
NOW SUCK ON THAT SWEET STICK!
Red on the mend; drying cracking peeling flakes iron-rusted coloring. Eyebrows unplucked, unshavened, emerging from an egg. An Easter-red-crick-cracked egg. Bang on the monolith. Hear the symbols crash. No money no more. a rock a currency: Dental equipment, Weapon of Mass destruction, BIC lighter,
Renaissance Rock. Look down a hole, attack a plymouth; it can only go fifteen miles to a gathering of pilgrims. An E note. but now the other notes are gone and E is every note and no note. He doesn't have a good ear anyway.
""""He walks to the bar to get a drink of an alcoholic beverage that toxifies his liver and creates free radicals""""
""But I disagree with you sir, free radicals is an oxy MORON
a radical is part of the system and therefore is dependent and NOT
free."
Come to the bar now bar tender and all give you a tip.
What would you like?
Bud Light.
It's two-fifty.
Thanks. Take 10,000 IUs of Vitamin D and shave your eyebrows.
I appreciate it. Usually people either stiff me or give me only one.
No problem.
Back to the show.
In the future, in the future, in the future, it is against the law to go out in the sun between the hours of eleven am and one pm: 'between eleven and one the sun is bright' "between eleven and one the rays will burn you" "'No! between eleven and one, this is where there is greater absorption of cholecalciferal from the sun. If you get this, you will not be sick. But they want you sick, they want you dying, they want you to buy their products, so they have made the sun illegal."' ""I live underground, between eleven and one I pop-up like a gopher. Often the police are waiting for me and strike me with a foam hammer to make me go back down and pop-out another side. It's just a game for them. To me, this is serious business. I sell cholecalciferal on the black market. I produce my own radiation internally. Don't laugh. This took me several years of intense focus on breath control in order to split my own atoms. The government i. .s immensely afraid of me. IMMensely."" ""'before, many would sit in the sun. then they were all happy. then the government was sad. then they took the privilege of sitting in the sun away. sad days. SAD days. Now the night is the day and the day is the night. sad night. SAD night. """MOMMY... will you check under the bed and in my closet for the corporate man before i go to sweep.""" """' Honey, there is no such thing as the corporate man."""' (SAD lip) """But that's what they want you to think.""" """'Baby, I told you not to open the blinds during the day. Do you want to go to prison for the rest of your life and have everybody think you're a dope absorber?"""' """But it shines naturally upon the earth"""
It """"SHINES""".
Sometimes the sun shines and it is dark. This is called night. It is shining but the Earth is turned away from it (the sun). Sometimes you can see the sun at night but it is not really the sun; it is the moon. What I mean is that the moon is reflecting the sun. But the moon is not really the sun, it is the moon. But it could be said that the moon is in actuality the sun simply because you cannot see the moon without the sun. The moon would not exist without the sun. But of course this isn't entirely true. We would still know the effects of the moon, such as the high tide. But even if we (we being in general, people, a group of primates ((family in the animal Kingdom (((Kingdom as per Linnaeon taxonomy ((((a classification system))))))))))) did know the effects of the moon, we still wouldn't know that the moon exists so we just might attribute it to some other abstruse or esoteric cause like dark matter or interdimensional pull (the two not being mutually exclusive). You might be able to say that all objects are satellites. Not as satellites like in the sky as say space stations and such (yes, actually, like that also), but as satellites such as astronomical bodies rotating and revolving relatively within space-time (but, I remind you, man-made satellites are also included in this category); also possible included in the category is everything that exists (one must set parameters ((one as referring to any person or set of persons or any animal or set of animals or any sentient being or set of sentient beings))) because each person is known or can only be known perceptually (in Kantian terms, apriori intuition and the sensory object are indistinguishable; the object cannot be known in and of itself) by the reflection of light upon matter (condensed light; matter being condensed light((synonymous with energy))) activating a third body's retina and subsequently interpreted by an executive nervous system through a multiple of channels and waves. Input::Output: but here is where it gets confusing (nothing is confusing)(everything is confusing) = nothing and everything are confusing and not confusing because if nothing is confusing that would mean everything is not confusing and if everything is not confusing that would mean nothing is not confusing because nothing is something in relation to everything and something has to be a part of everything (((((EVERYTHING((Something(((Nothing))))) therefore it could not be confusing because nothing is confusing in everything and I do understand that all this may be confusing right now but just remember: If it is confusing it is also very simple and not confusing at all. All of this relates also to the relationship relating to meaning and chaos (or perhaps not). Where there is chaos, nothing has meaning; where there is meaning, you don't think about it, so it means nothing (((((((maybe, just maybe ((not like perhaps – maybe – as in an increased chance over perhaps (((though there is no true meaningful delineation in the English language))))))). Behind every meaning, there lurks ((((like a scary monster((like one in your closet)))) chaos. In all chaos are the primordial juices (like literal; like primordial exactly and juices exactly) of meaning. But like Marcel Proust (of whom I know nothing about ), someday we may realize that all of reality is a shifting of schemas of meaningful meaning. If we did not know of death (as in death of the body), would we even consider it in our day to day lives? Addendum to that: if we did not know of death, would we even know we were alive? (This is not rhetorical, I do expect an answer to this question.) For this is a time, right now (which is not right now because it has already passed) that is completely void of time (((void like nothing((nothing which has no description))) now –
- Stop it *******. You are doing it again.
Doing what?
- C'mon, live a little bit.
Don't you see I'm drenched in blood?
-You are martyr?
I'm smarter than you. I don't take advice from someone that is not as smart as me.
- I can show you paradise.
What exactly are you saying?
- Look at the stage.
What are they doing?
-They are preparing.
Those instruments; I've not seen anything like those before, or anything like them.
-Have you not seen ET on TV?
Yeah, but they look so much thinner in real-life.
-The reproduction of their wave-forms through human techgnowlogical medium does add the perception that fifteen pounds 01110100001010 is that Mark Macgrath?
I'm the one supposed to be asking the questions here.
-It is only the meaning of Mark Macgrath.
See, you figured it out on your own.
-Don't patronize me.
Did you hear that line on TV?
-No, I don't watch such things.
You don't even know what patronize means.
-Yes I do.
No you don't
-Yes I do
No you don't
-Yes I do
No you don't
-Yes I do.
No you don't
-Yes I don't
No you do
-Yes you do
Yes you don't
-No you don't
Yes I don't
-No i won't
Yes you don't
-No I do
no i do
no i do
no i do
-no idea
me neither
-yes you do
-no I don't
-yes you won't
-yes i won't
-yes I do
-yes I do want
What?
--Show me the snake
Okay::
Quick question?
-yes I do
do you want blood or no blood on this snake?
--bloodless and digital please
Okay::
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ET's spaceship we are. How did this happen? That snake caused quite the whiplash, overcharged the synapses, now there's all this flashing and changing of colors on these scaley slippery spines that I see on these extraterrestrial beings as if they were in Contact with Jodi Foster where her dad was a changing morphing ball of energy except for in this case the father is an alienic reptilitarian professing a belief in something and a need to transmit this something to me but I'm afraid it's just not communicating.
-What is going on?
I don't know, you tell me.
-I smoked DMT?
No.
-Then what?
You overdosed on Vitamin D.
-Wow, the sun is a powerful thing.