Blog Post 004

"How can you Joke about the Anguish and Suffering of Man?" How can I joke? Because I am Man, and I suffer the same. I don’t get to choose when I'm playing the game. To be born is to already lose. But only because the Real, True Victory has already been claimed. But they suffered the same, body mutilation Humiliation. then Maimed. No, to live is to lose and to — — is to finally... Spin! That wasn't funny..

The Great Jimi Hendrix once said; "If 6 Was 9" But oh Jimi, what about SIXTY NINE, Dude!! Because Bill and Ted.. had it all figured out, right??! They learnt it all, from SOW CRATES! something.. something atemporal lessons something.. continued linear perspective something.. something.. cyclical experience! Okay.. Dude had a cool robe, at least.. But whatever, enough about Teddy.. the bear, not Roosevelt. I mean.. Preston! No.. LOGAN, that's it! Although.. Robin Williams was a pretty goo— No! I'm done cuddling in bed. After all, If it was up to them, I'd be better off dead. —Who? What?— Knock, Knock! Who's there? Fred! Hahahahaha!!

The fruit of the tree is the root of the seed So how could.. an apple seed grow an orange tree? The colors met to make a blood orange or something of the like.. So why does fuel —spite, or wait, what fuels spite? If we speak of ease, with thoughts of peace and it's .. something we really believe.. How does the Blood get all over the Orange? If love is felt, but hate is learned what becomes the belt that lets the buckle turn? What leaf is turned, when we claim that something is new? Chop down the Blood Orange Tree We can grow a new forest without it, here.. But grab those seeds.. never know when we might need them.

If Eve, from Adam was made of Rib from Adam.. then Eve is Adam's Atom, Eve. . . . . . ? The coming of Christ, the second, not first. The Book of Revelations. They wish to see A Man of Christ, so maybe they could program. A brand new The Oh, Logically— an altered.. .. mental capacity. The Consciousness of Christ himself, oh pseudo reincarnate. As if the Man could ever see, what God could ever offer thee. By cracking De Vine Open, Yun! "I'll" Force "His" "Hand!" They scream at us, then SHOOT to reinforce it. A Bomb to bust.. Button to Press! But I still haven't finished that poem yet. _______________\\_____ "What — leaving us all in suspense, are we?" -Johnny Loafmang

Superpowered, Superabled; gone are the days of Cain and Abel. The Man is Dead, The Word has Spread. We have a brand new Genome. Of flight, or strength. Or fights of length. With brand new tanks for gas. Or brains to play the game. Telepathy could never save us, from thoughts we can't control. But telepathy might as well be anarchy, If the ones making the rules don't play. The Ghosts still haunt us Everyday with thoughts of Rumination. But if I can travel, Why can't time? It's more permanent than me. For I will leave, And you shall see, the sands still shift in the hour glass of me. But what do ghosts, and time travel see? But thoughts of which, become telepathy. Moving through life, A-temporally.