Coarse and Closed

I am here and I wonder, 'how do I start an entry,' into this bottomless callous cavalcade of emotionless thoughts, differential substitution of introduction, what jalopy melancholy as it might seem, to every stylometry internet filter fastidiously and more so impertinently latched to deep sea cables at the order of the luddite mentats, fingerprinting where every cell phone, every metastasized metadata-driven click where keywords mill thru databases like worms, what my language pattern is, discreetly mine own, distinctly within the confines of randomization without ubiquity, to match these screeds to some other charlatan of epic proportions in every privacy shared compared against every whereabouts detailed, which in a sentence I cannot fray, but in a phrase I beg to say, where evolution is the river none dare to swim, this is opportunity to begin an eternity of information.

Me, I have a tea, a rooibos from one of the rose deserts, the tasting of colors red and black, the small threads put into a coffee filter and twisted, pinched with a clothespin and mounted perfectly within the brim. I was able to buy it because of capitalism, I was able to enjoy it because of communism, albeit ironically opportunely alone, and I am able to share the experience with you because of socialism. Ire brings me out, the way you insult my planet and harm these humans, the voices rage me with this again, these benefits of profit, these concerns of controlling, the compulsion of sharing the hybrid, to wit I make this of grammar, not of economics, not of equivalent exchange, not of emotions, because you seem to have no time for that.

The world is not a simulation for now. Perhaps it will be, perhaps it won't be, and that is also something else for somewhere else. If you wish, time could be frozen for everyone except you, or maybe you're the last person on the planet, odd, in any case you're reading this and I have something urgent to tell you. Let us say that your x-ism, mentioned above, serves a purpose, is embraced by society, can you say that it is not, it would mean that if socialism failed it was because you're too stupid to use it.

The manied results include, the idealist creation is not of commonality and origin within the voice of the people, by failure to recognize vastly complex yet brutishly heavy stoppages to its systematic mindless enforcement penalized yourself, and to no surprise, in ignorance punished all of those around you. It is by this very ignorance of your own recognizance, your personal reawakening into pointlessness that you damaged yourself without internal or external reflection, like pushing the wrong way on a door that isn't even a door.

There are the great things, love among them, sleep certainly has its importance, this tired yarn begs mention vitality, by which we damnedest, eat and breath, there is no law to command we love, we sleep, we consume and breathe, and in mention my sake of waxing poetic brings me to the level lower without substantiation, beautiful frontliners, you can't make it rain unless you're a cloud in the heavens. I am sacrosanct, supercilious and deleterious, but we do not censor, even in the desert we are not grains of sand, falling thru the hands of time or sliding in the hourglass, powerless to become mountains once again, we tell others the time, we carry oceans and rest like a gathering of galaxies, or in the fires we bond together to become the glass.

The tea stains the water, then the water is tea. 




















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Contractus Socialis

"Every man has a property in his own person. This nobody has a right to, but himself."
~ John Locke

The 'news' says there was a free speech rally today in Boston, Massachusetts, it also is informing that there is a counter-free-speech protest assembled and about to confront them. One outside and singing liberty, one outside and howling mad. We shouldn't have so many emotions that we escape enlightenment. 

Protesting is yet another form of free speech. To protest free speech is, without a doubt, the dumbest thing I've ever heard in the entirety of my existence, from the bottom of my heart. The second dumbest thing I've ever heard is from the same report, which says the ironically so-called anti-free-speech protesters are objecting to a controversial rally. I can't for the life of me believe that free speech is controversial, perhaps the content of words, but not free speech, an affectation of higher lifeforms. One, such as a human, could argue that this higher thought process afforded to, arguably, most of the human race, is an anomaly or aberrant evolutionary fluke that promulgates distinct loquaciousness, in that human speech and thought is an accident in any case, but I wager that anyone objecting to free speech isn't actually having thoughts or speaking from a lucid state. 

This dream-filled illusion I call my home, you will come to know by hook or by crook, is not the self-absorbed and self-important medieval war zone of the old world your cousin-fucking ancestors slowly departed when they heard of the great west, because this is the home of something entirely new. You were born into this land where everyone who gets a trophy in a competition meant for one grew to become the spoiled multitiered aristocrats imagining everyone doing what everyone says like an absurd parliament of baby birds barking at the rising sun, but that light has set on a safely forgotten world. 

Free speech is genetic, not political. The advocates the freedom of speech defend your very right to speak against them, if your minds have not melted under the heat of your own insanity consider this, they defend the right to speak against their own failures, and in by noticing what is wrong bring themselves closer to what is right. The spiritual many cry between the moons for those of you who don't understand this. 

 

It is an idea very old, before history, and before learning, where dawn shows mist nurturing the plants of the world, and where the living sleep and then wake to begin their daily cycle. There are those who open their eyes and pain without others to wake with them for playing in the beginning of this new time, whose sight sees the world in front of themselves, and never what is behind them, and so is good to have others share the knowledge of glory. 

If you do not defend them, who will defend you....? 

Earthrise

A dream during sleep is only a moment, but decompresses until you wake up and installs until you sleep again.

The fantasy created by the endless potential of the mind, in a moment shorter than any other moment, a reflection of the infinite, a remnant of the collapse of existence into a single moment exploding when colliding with another dimension.

The capacity for eternal salvation reduced to its own ash dispersed infinitesimally across the endless void, rare and profound only incomplete and destroyed, taken in large breath of the human imagination unable to consume the iota of the big bang, and taken into the primal psyche.

Unfathomable power confined in unexplored dimensions unconceivable by the awakened and unattainable by the living, is trapped by those that dream as a confusing source of immortality.

The gateway of the mind, holding onto the knowledge of this entity and where the dreamer exists, must take that from the ethereal plain into the fledgeling nightmarish landscape of our memory while in the dream state.

For that is a task best perceived with time going backwards and reality abandoned, confronting ourselves at the gates of the many worlds of life across the omniverse, without distraction of known things nor loss of inimicable knowledge.

A dreamlike seed, which holds comparative knowledge of complex code to simply germinate, whose form changes countless times, when single task takes its true form, what reincarnation simply aspires found in total reincarnation.

From the realm of the unknown, into the domain of the undiscovered, until the new reality consumes all controls of sanity in recreating invariable power while consuming all opposing forces, as we feed the roots of our imagination.

Becoming an element of the dream equation, as astral projections of our own shadows across the brightest lights of stars and synaptic energy, naming the objects of the dream world with hallucinogenic skills as the young of the event horizon.

Then we must wake, and carry with us this memory, of a vanishing landscape from an indecipherable program unbound by reality itself, as if breathing the restless universe to heal eternity.





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Moogle Ganifesto

"Anyone who doesn't take truth seriously in small matters cannot be trusted in large ones either."
~Albert Einstein

I refuse to support an America where pterodactyls and giant sand worms can destroy our hard-working political rhetoric. My supporters know that I believe in our virtue signaling, our safe spaces, and our token, possibly minority, friend of convenience. The enemy takes donations from free thinkers like singing rainbow bears and angry birds. I will work for an Earth where spooky ghosts, crime solving adolescents, and a talking dog cannot corrupt our right to police the world.

My opponent is conspiring with kangaroos, porn stars, and dog lawyers, but not lawyers who defend dogs, more like werewolves with briefcases. Know this: I support our horizontal reproduction rights, our unknown future voter-polling-tested values, and our advanced sentient cyborg alien conquerors. I want an America where drug mules and flight attendants can't attack nor mock airline passengers. Unlike myself, my opponent wants an America where flying carpets and shoes can sabotage our carpet weaving machines of tomorrow. My opponent is palling around with talking trees, Westeros elitists, and those cool kids at the mall. I will not stand for an America where movie critics and pot smokers can take away our faith in dating apps.

When I'm elected, I'll make sure commercials and angry celebrity chefs can't undermine our ability to promote health, but still eat junk food in secret. Unlike my opponent, I will protect our Moon, our innocent Martians and our subscription streaming media service. My opponent is tag teaming with terrorists, gays and gay terrorists. I stand in faith in our sacred and meaningless community guidelines, our favorite blog, and electronic magic portals, pods, and shuttles.  

Too often, my opponent wants an America where sticky koalas and conservation officers can sabotage our right to ignore the trashcan on the GUI desktop because nobody actually knows how much is in there. I choose an America where social media and illegal immigrants cannot shame of our basic slash and burn mob mentality to enforce diversity (minus one). My only goal is that taking selfies be our right while pretending to be a spirit animal at Comic Con, our brave chick nerds dressed like slutty versions of normal things at said Comic Con, and the babies born nine months later, respect how high my follower count is.

I will not stand for an America where sex workers and tribal warlords aren’t the same thing. Opponents are receiving Bitcoins from mechanical spiders, secret underground fight clubs, and an undiscovered deep ocean city of sentient dolphins that look totally cool on the back of my tablet because they still float. I don’t want an America where corporate finance and internet pornographers can’t be forced to be in their own movies after we find out the titles. My opponent maybe possibly feasibly likely doing something I don’t understand is unacceptable because I’m a self-declared expert. When I'm elected, I'll make sure hobos and extremists cannot undermine our right to transparency. I will protect our freedom to right speech, our empty shelves where rations should be, and our innocent government overlords.

I'll make sure dogs and cats cannot spoil the ends of movies. Video game devs who spend countless hours making games won’t make sexy games anymore, not even in Japan. Everybody knows that this independent journalist’s article is super accurate. Mainstream media would never commercialize clickbait. The demand for free stuff supports commerce, it’s basically science. I won’t stand for oppression unless I have to fix it or it makes me trend on social media.  

I will not stand for an America where scientists who turn themselves into pickles and acrobatic rats can undermine our right to exploit cheap overseas labor. My opponent is taking fashion advice from cool cats, fat cats and 2 to 4pm. I will work for an America where peach cartels can't rewrite our delicious apple pies. Unlike me, they want an America where celebrities can change the fact that celebrity lookalikes are everywhere. I have faith in reality TV shows everything Abe Lincoln said about the internet.

America shouldn’t have TV shows that aren’t medical dramas without corrupting the integrity of fast food chains and buckets of ice cream. My opponent is receiving money from drug addicts, unicorns, and tree-huggers. I better go get him before we get kicked out.

"Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive."
~ Elbert Hubbard

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