Name a sick bird.
Oops, wrong spelling. Ill Eagle
If abortions become illegal, how soon after, till pre-abortions become illegal. When the powers that be, legislate you must procreate a new consumer.
Guilty as charged.
I willfully and consciously chose never to plant any seeds in any garden from a deep insight of knowing I’d be a horrendously awful and vile parent.
Trashing and kicking to the curb.
Santa Clause, Easter Bunny, Religion, Government, Authority, Perception, Big Bang, God, Religion, Work, etc…..
Wrecking and wreaking havoc on any soul that could have attached itself to those dividing cells that form a bipedal earthling artist
If one chooses to be in control of their own body as if it were their own.
Your body is your own private Property. You own your own meat. If you own nothing else in the World, you own the #ucking meat That’s packing your bones.
– Doug Stanhope
The only reason I may be considered remotely a 1/100th way descent non-biological parent is that I’m here.
Of course, the opposite could equally be true (might just be too *ucked up to recognize it)(or in denial to hear it).
I may be polluting the waters downstream and not be aware, as that is not my conscious intent. Could just be runoff from a toxic wasteland of being.
However, in my immediate family the sons, son in law, and myself, all have living yet, non existent bio dads.
New chickens, new eggs, even if not, opted to cater to, other’s hens eggs, ignoring own fertilized eggs.
Perhaps too, am reversing the trend of roosters, not abandoning.
That might just be one of the many answers, as to why am I here?
“4 Billion Souls”
– The Doors
Numerically updated to 8
Still some time, not too late
“Two, Four, Six, Eight
Billion souls
Are gonna rest
If all our friends
Don’t try their best
To change the way
This world is headed for
We can find our hapiness
It ain’t so hard to find
Just look a little further up the line
Just a little further up in time
Don’t you see that we could be
The first in history
Leavin’ all that we don’t need behind
We could clean it up and make it shine”
There ought to be naught a law.
Think of the level of responsibility nearly 8b people would have to have if there were no man made laws to follow, or be subject to.
Imagine Reimagined
No borders to not cross
No passports to get lost
No speeds to limit
No legislation to inhibit
No regulations to follow
No ignorance in to wallow
No rules to apply
No freedoms to deny
No electric chairs to fry
No reason to lie
No money to exchange
No titanic chairs to rearrange
No governments to legislate
No more hate to create
No authority to enforce
No decisions to reverse
No prisons to hold
No minorities to be rolled
No guns to fire
No assassins for hire
No deities to deceive
No sins to relieve
No power to ascend
No excuses to defend
No taxes to pay
No how no way
No weapons to use
No wars to win or lose
No statutes to limit
No crimes to revisit
No constitutions to amend
No discrepancies to end
No surveillance to watch
No criminals to catch
No eaves to drop
No pigs to slop
No lawyers to prosecute
No defenders to defend
No books to read
No music to hear
Oops, nevermind
Suspect phrase ..
Sounds impressive ! Written in stone.
Even with lazer etching, is no small feat.
“I have a problem with the Ten Commandments.”
“Here it is: Why are there ten?
We don’t need that many. I think the list of commandments was deliberately and artificially inflated to get it up to ten. It’s clearly a padded list.
Here’s how it happened: About five thousand years ago, a bunch of religious and political hustlers got together to figure out how they could control people and keep them in line.
They knew people were basically stupid and would believe anything they were told, so these guys announced that God— God personally—had given one of them a list of Ten Commandments that he wanted everyone to follow.
They claimed the whole thing took place on a mountaintop, when no one else was around.”
– George Carlin
Turning the outside world upside down for the sake of understanding myself better to achieve humanness.
Stone tablets with “commandments” put people in the position of having to do something they’re told to do.
More impressive and perhaps follow able would be the notion that if these and other guidelines were “written” in your heart.
One might be inclined to search within to do things to be a better person. Instead of being “told” by a person who alleges to be representing those “stone” tablets.
I find most people, including myself, do not like to be told what to do, even if it is the best “right” thing.
Cetainly, not by an invisible entity that says it’s not okay to kill, yet advocates it when someone doesn’t believe in the same invisible god that “they” do.
“Murder. The Fifth Commandment. But, if you give it a little thought, you realize that religion has never really had a problem with murder. Not really. More people have been killed in the name of God than for any other reason.
To cite a few examples, just think about Northern Ireland, the Middle East, the Crusades, the Inquisition, our own abortion-doctor killings and, yes, the World Trade Center to see how seriously religious people take Thou Shalt Not Kill.
Apparently, to religious folks—especially the truly devout—murder is negotiable. It just depends on who’s doing the killing and who’s getting killed.”
– George Carlin
Oh shit, either way. It’s all made up.
Time for a paradigm shift reboot of our collective psyche, into one that utilizes the love stored in our hearts and souls.
One that honors our oneness with loved ones, friends, enemies, acquaintances, strangers, animals, matter and light.
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And so, with all of this in mind, folks, I offer you my revised list of the Two Commandments:
First:
•THOU SHALT ALWAYS BE HONEST AND FAITHFUL, ESPECIALLY
TO THE PROVIDER OF THY NOOKIE.
And second:
•THOU SHALT TRY REAL HARD NOT TO KILL ANYONE, UNLESS,
OF COURSE, THEY PRAY TO A DIFFERENT INVISIBLE MAN
THAN THE ONE YOU PRAY TO.
Two is all you need, folks. Moses could have carried them down the hill in his pocket. And if we had a list like that, I wouldn’t mind that brilliant judge in Alabama displaying it prominently in the courthouse wall. As long he included one additional commandment:
•THOU SHALT KEEP THY RELIGION TO THYSELF!
– George Carlin
Free slaves
That is what parents usually have.
Although not entirely free, they have to be housed and fed.
One of the many reasons why I chose not to have biological reproductions of self, for I knew in all likelihood I would repeat the same myriad of unconscious and unconscionable mistakes they made.
My perceived poor parenting proof, is printed in pixels on this prolonged post
Besides, until the age of reason a child is:
A Slave
Slave to the parents ideas of religion, discipline, diet, interacting with people, kindness, bigotry, racism, wealth, dress, honesty, sports, work, truths, lies, government, suspicions, politics, punishments, siblings, driving, money, drugs, alcohol, tempers, work, play, taxes, etc.
That is a lot to be responsible for, all under the gamble of risking the roll of the dice of pregnancy.
Without really having any innate sense of what will best serve all of humanity on this planet we call home.
Which, utilizing hardly any research or information gathering, it seems that most people will volunteer that “their” children were not planned. Much to their chagrin, upon the realization, neither were they.
How is that, when just by being fractionally aware of how babies are created, the myriad of problems manifested by overpopulation and the state of the world, it continues?
From an observational standpoint, raising a kid is way more intense than eating an elephant. (One bite at a time. )
That all encompassing “bite” seems to include,
Where to take that bite from
When to take that bite
With whom if any to share the bite
How big of a bite
What to wash the bite down with
How long to chew it
Not being able to “spit” it out
Regardless the taste
How much to salt the next bite
One bite being chewy
Another bite being tough
Another being delectable
How you take the bite
Hopefully, reluctantly, willingly, forcibly,
No matter the size of the elephant,
Or how many elephants to eat
Whether it is your elephant or not
Until you are dead, will never finish.
Being aware that others eating their elephant may be taking dissimilar bites affecting how you prepare your bite.
“Cause everytime you have a kid, not only are you f@#king up the environment, you are devaluing humanity.
Humanity is no different than any other commodity. Where the more you have, the less it’s worth.”
– Doug Stanhope
How is it that if children are so mind blowingly “special”, “fragile” and the nauseating “hope” for our future?
There aren’t less of them? The less you have of something, the more “special” it is.
If you have children, I am sorry to tell you this: They are not special.
Don’t misunderstand me, I know a lot of y’all are like “What?! Well I…”
Well anyway, let’s be clear about this. I know YOU think they’re special.
I’m aware of that. I’m just trying to tell you they’re not.
– Bill Hicks
But let’s say it’s true, that every child is special. What about every adult?
Isn’t every adult special too? And if not, then at what age do you go from being “special” to being not-so-special?
And if every adult is special, that means we’re all special, and the whole idea loses all its meaning.
It’s all bulls***, people, and it’s bad for ya.
– George Carlin
“Save the children!…” What does that mean? They reach a certain age and they’re off your #ucking love-list?
You either love all people of all ages or you shut the #uck up.”.
– Bill Hicks
Of course, nobody knows this, but the instructions are in the umbilical cord and those just get tossed out.
“We have to have a beautiful world where children can come to, okay?
That would be KNOWING your world.”
– Bill Hicks
That is all I am trying to do, is know my world, enough to do the right thing while I am here.
Oddly enough, that is where “my” (for lack of a better description as “my” suggests ownership) grandchildren come into play.
They are a “HUGE” influence on me in watching their unbreakable spirit and energy.
Many times that is in the form of that simple one syllable all encompassing question. WHY ???
Of which, I may not always have the answer, will never tire of that question.
Even after an infinite time of hearing that, will they ever hear me utter, “stop asking so many questions”.
My response will be ask more questions, in a different way, ask them backwards or sideways if you have to.
That will be their freedom from any kind of enslavement society will try and bear down on them.
Certainly any mindless mores perpetrated ad nauseum to the point of not thinking.
Not accepting their role as consumptive pawns in the ongoing assembly line of consuming consumers.
Matrix style. Row after row layer upon layers stacked infinitely high submerged under liquid nutrients in womb like pods interconnected and wired like living batteries powering the Matrix machine.
Then slave to a mostly predetermined role of, if it’s new and shiny, makes a whirring sound and controls something to make your life less complicated buy it, buy two, just in case one breaks.
Is it not time slavery ended?
“The road to power is paved with hypocrisy and casualties.”
– “Frank Underwood” AKA ” FU”
– “House of Cards”
The ticket out
The Donald just tweeted it up
Get out now
Doug Stanhope style
Line up single file
I’m Transgender, bye
I’m Transgender, thanks
I’m Transgender, see ya
I’m Transgender, here’s your weapons
I’m Transgender, here’s the jeep keys, bye
I’m Transgender, tank is parked out back
Even as a goof, just a mass exodus
One month unpaid vacation, think of the chaos it would cause. The paperwork, planning, planes….etc.
Preparedness Perfected. Oops! !
I understand the big D likes his info presented in simple graphic form. Maybe the secret service can sneak him a copy of Schoolastic Rocks “I’m just a bill” video.
A little Presidential 101 if you will.
Perhaps a red, white and blue fidget spinner will keep his fingers busy till a pair of golden thumb cuffs can be made.
Could just be the replacement for the all too long description, have been using in various posts to describe humans in a way, that eliminates the separation imposed by descriptive language.
Man – too patriarchal
Woman – too attached to man to clarify
Human – still to patriarchal
Earthling – limited to one planet
Being – same as rock or flower
Bi-pedal oxygen breathing, monoxide exhaling, red-blooded, skeleton supported, solar powered, carbon-based, large brained, earth inhabitant omnivores.
While that’s more accurate, it’s a bit too scientific.
I think I found it
What a liberating moniker.
Artist
Could be where the phrase “How great thou Art” comes from. Hmmm?
Earthlings inhabit
Humans destroy
Consumers consume
Artists create.
Inspired by
“The Voice of Knowledge”
Don Miguel Ruiz
What would be a more godlike characteristic to emulate?
ARTIST
It is gender neutral
Race ignoring
Religion excluding
Its 3 letters are already in e ART h. Smack dab in the middle, of earth.
Go with what is known.
To put this in context as it applies to me.
The easel / road is essentially the same each night every night.
However the canvas is new each trip.
Blank, if no one is in front of me. Just me and the road. Nor anybody behind me.
Yet, it might be raining, it might be dark, it might be the weekend, it could be a holiday, it could be 10 p.m., it could be 4 a.m.
Oncoming headlights may be too bright, there may be an accident up ahead. Alleged authority may have pulled somebody over.
As factory work as it is, it is different every day.
One night I will have two trailers, one night I will have three trailers, sometimes they will be loaded, sometimes they will be empty,
Same goes for what I’m listening to, could be the news, could be an audio book, could be my iPod, every factor changes at every second.
Eyes on the road, hands on the steering wheel. Mind focused, yet contemplating.
Am I here, why am I here? Is this a dream, or is this just some perceived reality?
The freedom expressed in saying I am an artist is incredible. Try it, repeat it.
“I am a cage, in search of a bird.”
― Franz Kafka
Black pills on one hand
Keyboard under the other
Note to self
Keep typing
Must keep typing
Even if it is nonsense
As it makes no sense
Having know sense
Been here before since
Karma to recompense ?
The digitized pixels from the words “printed” on this blog, stacked upon each other would represent all of the significance they have to anybody but this author.
Even author is too egotistical to describe, as these thoughts flow mysteriously on the screen. With all the profundity of shining a flashlight on the sun. Making sense to no one.
Must needs keep typing
Practice dopey rhyming
Out of deep hole climbing
Perfect jokes, with……..timing
Prevent suicide trying
Paradigm shift relying
Reverse self despising
Cease approval vying
Shed tears start crying
Perhaps not all are lying
Keep sole surviving
Flourish soul thriving
Daily heed reminding
Wait for the light so blinding
Serve others start providing
End senseless complaining
Enjoy your days remaining
That is all I am just saying
“We live, we die
& death not ends it”
Jim Morrison
This time, the diversionary tactics did not include demolishing buildings whilst blaming impossibly qualified rookie pilots.
Not being able to locate non existent planes, or indestructible black boxes.
Save the ones that conveniently corroborate then chaotic confusion.
So even the “bad” guys are evolving.
Guess they learned, that the less 3000 people that are killed, the 3000 more there are to consume stuff, feeding their machine.
The tell tale puffs of white smoke can not be video taped if it is plausible one high up administration goofball has a faulty memory. Can blame a poorly filled out document on an assistant.
Can not remember meetings with alleged enemies, except when reminded and oh yeah, have coordinating emails plus the others that were in the meeting about “adoption”.
Turns out those adoption meetings seem to have been about adopting ways of using the constitution to wipe their ass and show the American public it was just being used to clean up the non mess the predecessor left behind.
Always a distraction, this horrible act was done by earthlings in Afghanistan, better go look in Iraq. They’ve got the WMD’S.
Wait, that is a sovereign nation having no “beef” with the us. Oh yeah, we want the profits from the licorice liquid under their land. Which when threatened with gas at $10.00 plus a gallon. What is a consumer to do? What would the price of milk be?
Maybe imperialism isn’t so bad as long as we are the imperialists, and we can maintain our “gross” gross consumptive lifestyle.
Think anything would change, if the only collusion discovered had nothing to do with #45 Manchurian Muppet and is just a mental pocket watch swaying back and forth in the background with subliminal messages. “Buy more shit”. Keeps OZ busy behind the veil, pulling levers and counting coins.
The not so subtle message last go around was “Buy more stuff, get out and shop, otherwise the “terrorists” win.” Which if you think about it, helped the terrorists win. The planetary desecrators anyway.
Now it is a matter of Tweeting WMD’S Words of Moronic Delusion saying will do this, while doing something else.
Scapegoating surrogates, shredding sanity. Craftily and corruptly crapping on all candidates. Attacking once attractive now atrocious attorneys in general.
My guess is that, if the economy was not going so full tilt, that blind eye would be having the hand of God, full vision miraculously restored and notice that not all is right. Which for now is alright, though alibis are less than airtight.
You know, when the news outlets are reporting on each other and not the Kardashians, the consumer conglomerations have changed and upped their marketing strategy.
Feels like I could finagle a whole book out of this, but since this is a blog and not a bookstore I’ll stop here.
Paradigm shift the interpretation
The current meme figurine
Is of three monkeys each
With their hands, over, either
Their eyes, mouth or ears
Which to mirror the aphorism
Suggests we do the same
In order to simply close off
Three of our senses, senselessly
Hear no evil
See no evil
Speak no evil
What is evil?
Was evil present when Mt Vesuvius erupted?
Leaving Pompeii covered in ash?
Was it evil when the earthquake
In Armenia left 45,000 dead?
If so? Who or what “caused” it ?
Exactly, no one or no thing.
Perceive to hear no evil.
Intend to speak no evil
Perceive to see no evil
We are a strange lot, of
Perception monkeys.
I believe Shakespeare had it right.
“All the world is a stage.
We are merely players.”
– Shakespeare
Besides the metaphorical context, what if? As Neil Peart summed up greatly.
All the world’s indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another’s audience
Outside the gilded cage
“Limelight”
– Rush
What if it were “true”?
That this whole awareness is you or me playing a two-bit part in a community theatre play on an extremely minutely detailed exquisitely crafted over the top oxygen producing life giving moving stage?
The sun and moon. (Lights)
Your eyes. (Camera)
Your movements. (Action)
With over 7 billion extras.
Having after around 9 months of stage fright, your stage mom pushes you out on the stage.
Initially feeding you your lines, in various scenarios only to find out there is no script and every one is improvising.
Some believing within the confines of knowing that there is no manuscript, tend to follow what other actors wrote down along time ago.
A script within no script as it were, to try and manipulate an outcome that either they think they need to follow, by making up a producer. A producer that is so wonderful and great, no one is allowed to talk directly to “him”.
As other actors who also know there is no script, opt to create their own invisible producer to compete with all the other figments of imagination in order to elevate themselves as better than other actors.
“You know there is a living God that will talk directly to you – not through the pages of a Bible that forgot to mention dinosaurs.”
Bill Hicks
I can see already that this post is in need of a rewrite.
Oh well.
How do you get to Carnegie Hall?
Practice, practice, practice.
“I watch television news for one thing and one thing only: entertainment! That’s all I want from the news: entertainment.”
George Carlin
Breaking down the breakdown
Faux news (there’s irony)
Fair and balanced
Which is neither
Fair or balanced
Storying substance less
Sardonic symbolism
Over frightening facts
Of corrupt collusion
We report what
We decide, stirring
No retort, though the
Audience we deride
The ill informed
Being illy informed
At ease with
Diseased information
Rarely right
Mostly (pink) white
Right wing
Regurgitation
Believe what you
Are told simplification
Covering what we are led to believe is “news” per some irrational collective agreed upon illusion, would suggest the following.
Whatever is “news”, seems to be an elephant. Being subjectively described to the masses by the four, not three blind individuals communicating what the “see”.
As all the individuals / corporations belonging to the same tribe. The “Media”
Broadcast, Cable, Print, Radio, Internet.
You know the story, one tribe member is at the elephants leg and tells everyone it is tree. Another is at the trunk and describes a snake. The one with the ear describes it as some kind of fan.
Although “blind” as well, given all the information, it is reasonable that as a society member, could piece that puzzle together and “see” an elephant.
Except Faux news which likes to present themselves as being near the horses mouth, (elephant) rather. Sensing bad smells and hot air (Some accidental, political humor) describes an exhaust fan to a pig barn.
Therefore pushing their perspective as being the most credible. Because not only are they feeling near the mouth, but they are getting whispered to, as to what is the “truth”. Like a baby sitter trying to lull humanity to sleep. Hush, hush your mind.
Except at that point unbeknownst to Faux, it is heeding the words of a shape shifter and now, there is no elephant.
Maybe the more important news that we need to be aware of, might be something like what Bill Hicks suggested as “news”.
“Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively.
There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.
Here’s Tom with the Weather.”
Bill Hicks
This was inspired by :
Audibly perusing the news channels, to find faux was so off topic of the day was wondering if they were actually high on acid.
Justifying the bizarre, everything the president does is acceptable and policy is only being impeded by the Democrats.
Yikes.
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Attracted by the peeling away of feeling.
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And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to think
No tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath
Bartender what is wrong with me
Why I am so out of breath
The captain said excuse me ma’am
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We oohed and aahed
We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Grouped ’round the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data in their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the only explanation left
This species has amused itself to death
No tears to cry
No feelings left
This species has amused itself to death
“Amused itself to death”
– Roger Waters
Looking at the world through a windshield. 