Lines in the sand
At the end of the beach
Washed away
In each successive wave
Only to be “drawn” again
To no avail
Regardless of which
Side your on
Perpendicular or parallel
To the tide
Sunlight or moonlight
Makes nary the difference
It’s all washed away
Size of the line
Or size of the wave
Can’t compete with
Time and erosion
Crashing in tsunamis
Or the tranquility
Of a low tide
The point of the line
Is pointless
Just enjoy the sand
And the water
Under the stars
The close one
The far ones
Which are always
There
Just obscured
No more lines
Just be
There are no “shoulds”, or shouldn’ts, things are as they are.
I won’t should on you, if you don’t should on me.
Printed “proof”.
I shouldn’t be so angry. It hurts people.
Realization
I be so angry. It hurts people.
I “should” eat healthier to feel better.
Actively Create
I eat healthier to feel better.
I “should” write this to make myself aware.
I write this to make myself aware.
Hmmmmm.
The first thing to do
is to not do, what
can not be undone
Thought this would have broader parameters, when I first wrote it.
Yet, it really just boils down to murder and suicide. Other than that, as long as those two options are off the table, everything else “should” be fixable.
Living in a world of make believe. “Helen Reddy” “Angie”
Where Ayn Rand capitalism, lives with Orwell’s surveillance, next door to an aristocratic autocracy.
Selling a deck of a card, sized conglomeration of plastic, a thin piece of glass, miniturized main frame computers, tiny camera lens, and a small lithium battery. Which is maybe about $ 15. 00 in actual material, for $500. – $700. In “easy” monthly never ending $50. Payments.
Creating a portable, trackable tele-screen, unintentionally monitoring your every movement. By cellular triangulation, determining GPS location, freedom strangulation. Regurgitating information manipulation, perpetual consciousness distraction, evolving contraction.
“The Nobel Prize in mathematics was awarded to a California professor who has discovered a new number!
The number is bleen, which he claims belongs between 6 and 7.”
George Carlin
The power of perceived interpretation.
2 + 2 = 5. Or as it is, ? 2 + 2 = 4
Why 10 ? Why now? There used to be only 9 numerals.
0 didn’t exist. Yet because it is here now, we accept it as if it always has been.
Same goes for letters, there used to be only 20 / twenty.
Now, there are 26. Did it stop, because too many keyboards would have to be revamped?
Or the retooling of keyboard makers would be cost prohibitive?
This goes nowhere, but makes me curious, as to whether or not creativity is stymied due to (in the English language) there are only 26 letters. Or only 10 numerals in use.
This contemplation all started with Kellyanne Conway’s “Alternative Facts”. Subsequently prompting sales of “George Orwell’s “1984” to reach #1.
Likewise, (not sure if it is a little tongue in cheek). Yet, there are people who believe that the earth is flat.
With that then, who or what group, becomes the arbiter of what is “real” and what is “fake”?
Back to “1984” the technology was only as such, that reprints of newspapers would be destroyed and reprinted to “alter” reality. Now, with nothing in print, it is going to be harder to have “proof” as to what has happened.
Same goes for time. You would think, that different countries with different languages in different geographies might do something different to track “time”.
It is based on the sexagesimal system. Which like the alphabet or numerical system used, is made up, yet seems to be, what we collectively “agree” to.
“Chicago” chorus
Does anybody really know what time it is?
I don’t
Does anybody really care, care
If so I can’t imagine why
about time
We’ve all got time enough to cry
Cry, cry for the man with the eggshell fragile ego. The deeply imbedded narcissism, blatant disregard for half the planet’s population and then some.
Surrounded by too many “yes” men, for too long, deluding himself to thinking that everything gets accomplished with a command or in this case “executive orders”.
One thing that has helped me the most, is a little phrase someone taught me over 30 years ago.
Let it be their idea.
The long and short of that was, I wanted to tell my bosses, their sales strategy was not working and, hu-hum, my idea was the best.
(Like, I knew anything about sales other than what they taught me.)
Thankfully an intermediary, stepped in to say, do the thing that you want them to change. If it is beneficial as you suggest, then they will end up telling you to do it that way, letting it be their idea.
If you can detach from ego, that they are taking credit for your idea, it is a win win.
I’m addicted to not being addicted.
A strange thing to be afflicted
One thing of that I can be sure
Is it really needs no cure
It is a weird ritual
To make no vices habitual
Using my brain to think
Whether to or not to drink
Not exactly your average bloke
Who can choose to or not to smoke
It’s like being my own lab rat
Not to form a habit
So rarely is a crisis
Coming from my vices
World War III
Like a belief, the following is based on nothing but a perception, a hunch, a string of sagacious surmises and a most excellent 70’s radio show.
“Through the Looking Glass”
CBSRMT Episode 750417
A dystopian time travel story with a bleak outlook unless the time travelers can save the future.
“So then, it (the earth) wasn’t bombed out?” Character “Doug Sellers”
“The A bomb, the H bomb, all the alphabetical bombs, that came after…..
No, they were never used, except to waste the earth’s substance and terrify its people.” Character “Sid Jones”
Transcribed words performed as audible dialogue, with background music and Foley artists to create a reality that seem so intrinsically real, it creates a paradigm shift.
Or, Hiroshima and Nagasaki changed our collective awareness that we will not do this to ourselves again.
Back to the alleged WWW III that seems to be the latest verbal bogeyman presented by petrified pundits and mistaken media.
A World War sounds scary, however the likelihood of it happening seems rather slim.
Your “world” can be shattered by a car accident, or a divorce, or the loss of a loved one.
Therefore “world” becomes a “heavy” collection of letters, masterminded to manipulate fear into getting more people to buy more shit.
That and neither one, was a “world” war. No more than the first two football championships, were Super Bowls.
Essentially, just a few countries were involved, however the word, world is very encompassing magnifying fears beyond reason. Because once a group of earthlings can be demonized and de humanized through the use of language, all bets are off for being treated like you would expect to be treated.
Making it the clever marketing of fear, through word context hyperbole.
Fear, seems to scare people into buying shit, which will forgo any war with China.
For one, they are too busy giggling at our indecisive head muckety muck. And two, during a Halloween shopping outing, noticed in just three stores, almost everything was made in China.
Which, thinking, now, so are most of our 4th of July fireworks. Hahaha, celebrating haha, America’s independence. Hahaha.
It’s a global economic intertwining interconnectedness unlike anything imaginable that precedes any decimation of wealthy or poor consumers.
Meme learned.
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.
Kind of like when “they” used to accuse rock lyrics that suggested suicide. Any band, trying to make it “big” would not want to eliminate their fans.
Where’s the benefit?
Money, trumps eliminating consumers. Fear then becomes the unconscious deciding factor, well, we could all be dead soon, so why not go buy something to making me feel better temporarily. At least until another boogeyman is manifested to start that cycle over.
Think it is any coincidence that Ringling Brothers shut down their show after 100 plus years.
They realized that they couldn’t compete with the Circus going on at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
A semi non sequitur closure
Lyrics from “At war with the World”
“Foreigner”
“I’m at war with the world
That’s the way it must be
I’ll fight while I can
To put an end to this misery
I’m at war with the world
I’ll have to fight to be free
Yes I’m at war with the world
Nobody’s capturing me”
I’m not at war with the world.
Rather, myself. Unfortunately with the cognizant awareness I am my own worst enemy.
Guaranteed way to win an argument.
Argue with yourself.
One of you is bound to win.
Works for me, all the time.
Steve Martin “bit” from the 70’s
“I believe the united states should allow all foreigners in this country, Providing they speak our native language………….
Apache “
Or Sioux, or Cherokee, or Shoshone,
Yes, okay, we got it. All the presidents since the Carter administration have banned immigrants. (Not sure if that’s true or not), but okay.
Instead of that being the argument to support the Petulant of the US. (Unenlightened Simpletons) to justify treating a fellow passenger on spaceship earth, as less than a person.
How about just say, holy fuck, we’re evolving, 7 presidents and 40 years later, that’s not a nice way to treat bi-pedal earthlings just because of their geography of birth, epidermis color and beliefs.
Here is what the poem reads at the Statue of Liberty at least up until January 20th, 2017
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
It doesn’t say.
Give me your pink privileged pessimists.
.
Your holy wholly hypocrites, clamoring to control commoners.
The ridiculous republican racists, and unbelievable bores.
Send these landholding, tax evaders and carnal curmudgeons.
Close the gate behind you, you capitalist whores.
Looking at the world through a windshield. 