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Everyone Is Infected

Not with a virus

Adorning a crown

Something more deadly

Just a lifetime slower

Suffocating evolution

No bleach or light

Time or vaccinations

Will cure the devastation of

Beliefs superseding

A potential reality

Invisible contagions

Enter simultaneously

Through the visual cortex

And auditory canal

Via light and sound

By carriers of misinformation

Well before the mass media

Was creating mass hysteria

Rumored notions of power

Outside of one’s self

Contaminating the contents

Of the case hardened cranium

Infecting the intelligence

Of diseased divine deities

Ill with religion and politics

Race, gender, height, weight

Sexuality, possessions, power

Geographical location, caste

Pride, flags, guns, rights, etc.

You know, all of the stuff

That keeps us inhumane humans

Jonesing to keep up with the Joneses

Is the only cure the transcendence

Of this dense diabolical dimension

To the illusionary eternally ethereal

Methinks not, methinks we could

Make heaven here on earth

In an instant if we only knew how

Trouble is, there is no money

To hoard and ostentate wealth

If everyone was infected with

Sharing, helping, feeding, teaching

Learning, housing, elevating and

Being at peace with who they are

No sides to take, no game to win

Simply bask in the glow of breathing

In the miracle of consciousness

“Ooh, baby, do you know what that’s worth?
Ooh, Heaven is a place on Earth
They say in Heaven, love comes first
We’ll make Heaven a place on Earth
Ooh, Heaven is a place on Earth”

– Belinda Carlisle

I would like desperately to evolve
However with all the chaos
In the world the only thing
I can imagine I can do
Is grow another set of thumbs
Grasping the last scraps of hope
Off of the barren table

“Folks,  it is time to evolve ideas.

You know evolution did not end with us growing thumbs, you do know thar right. Didn’t end there.

We’re at the point now where we are going to have to evolve ideas.

The reason that the world’s so #ucked up is we’re undergoing evolution and the reason our institutions our traditional religions are all crumbling is because……..


So it is time for us to create a new philosophy and perhaps even a new religion, you see and that’s ok. Cause that’s our right. Cause we are free children of God with minds who can imagine anything. That’s kind of our role.”

– Bill Hicks

“Dead Inside”

I see it crumbling
Right in front of me
There’s no stopping it
So get that out of your mind
You can’t run from it
You know you never had a choice
And now you’d better make
Your peace with it
It’s unraveling
Become clear to me
A new terrorism
Taking over our lives
The beast’s hungering
It keeps ravening
There’s no remedy
And do we even want it now

Look in my eyes
And know that I
Am dead inside
From the countless lies
That have eaten us alive
I know why
I’m dead inside
You’re dead inside
We’re dead inside

Can’t handle it
Collective punishment
Who are these maniacs
Taking over our lives
The old strategy
Destroy liberty
A modern tragedy,
And can we be forgiven?
Swift consequence
Without evidence
Losing relevance?
Hate will keep you alive
The beast’s hungering
It keeps ravening
Have you ever thought that maybe
We deserve it now

Look in my eyes
And know that I
Am dead inside
From the countless lies
That have eaten us alive
And now you all know why
I’m dead inside
You’re dead inside
We’re dead inside

Will you bury the dead
Hear what I said
Time to bury the dead
Remember what I said

I know I
Am dead inside
From the countless lies
That have eaten us alive
And now you all know why
I’m dead inside
You’re dead inside
We’re dead inside

– Disturbed

Dystopian Nightmares

With the current state of affairs
Projected on to the world’s stage
Cast from the collective mind’s eye
I dream of dystopian nightmares
As a respite from agonizing reality

Old News

Besides being an oxymoron

All news is old news

Only the names have been changed

To protect the corporations

From the illusion

That it is not regurgitating

Previously consumed information

Otherwise its consumers

Would arise from their slumber

Revolt and demand new news

Instead of steady stories of



– Bill Hicks

The “News” could broadcast, print. inform

That there are no sides to a sphere

Any notion of East, North, West, South

Are illusions made-up by bipedal earthlings

To contaminate craniums with crapola

Strip individual souls of their sanctity

If the sphere is spinning on a rotated axis

Millions of miles per hour while

Hurling through the vacuum of space

Does it really “matter” which part

May be “up or down”, “left or right “

Since it is in the Goldilocks zone

Supporting life between its

Molten core and eggshell fragile atmosphere

One of trillions of other stars and planets

That go on infinitely forever

Oh wait, there is no money in that. Ooopsie

How could it possibly suggest then

That we are all of one consciousness

Experiencing itself subjectively miraculously

Through the sensations of unexplainable

Senses of taste, touch, sight, smell, hearing

Wasted filling empty opinions about “sides”

Who is conquering who seeking power

Over its own self and better interest

Oh wait, there is no money in that. Ooopsie

Best continue with distractions of deception

“It’s always one bloody war after another, and one knows the news is all lies anyway.”

– “Julia”

– “1984”





– “1984”

Nearly 75 years later
We have that notion down pat

“1984” was written in 1948

How can anyone have alliances
Opposing enemies if you are in
A constant state of flux of knowing
Not knowing who your enemy is

Oceania has always been at war
With Eurasia or was it East Asia
Better flip on the “old” news

Can you even “Imagine”* the possibilities

If we succumbed to an awareness that

Earth is a birth mother to all its children and

Wish they wouldn’t fight amongst themselves

Only slightly changing the narrow narrative

Between knee jerk emotional pull topics



“Then you look out your window – (crickets chirping) – where’s all this shit going on, man?

Ted Turner is making this shit up.”

– Bill Hicks


Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…. Aha-ah…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace… You…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can

(If you can’t take it with you
It is not yours to begin with)

No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world… You…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

– John Lennon

The Noon New News

“Today a young man on acid (no acid necessary, breathing, will suffice) 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

Isn’t the sunniest of your disposition
Related more to your outlook than
Atmospheric conditions of heat and light?

Now, that would be NEW NEWS.

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

Misguided Mission

By an Orthopedic Clinic
Plastering the highway
Obstructing good views
On not one billboard
But four in a series
Facing both directions
Read like a graphic novel
With both words and pictures
Encouraging risky behavior
Not as in deadly activities
Just where bones are broken

Something like that
As the message and pictures
Seem to change quarterly

(Have to do something with
Those gross gross profits
To satiate inflated egos)

Pictures of skiers, runners
Hikers and motorcyclists, etc
All geared towards the notion
If you break it we will fix it
Which is a strange large shingle
To hang out near the highway
If you break something you are
Headed to the closest ER

(Yes, honey I know my shin bone
Is protruding out through my skin
And blood is still dripping from
The open wound, but what is
The name of that ortho clinc?
Quick… drive by highway 55 & 43
Maybe we can catch the address
Yeah, the one with the smug picture
Of all white dudes in lab coats, standing
Arms crossed on the fourth billboard.)

As long as there is
Mind competition vying for one’s
Precious attention units
Wouldn’t it be better if book stores
Occupied that same space
With a more dangerous message

We’re supposed to keep evolving. Evolution did not end with us growing opposable thumbs. You do know that, right? There’s another 90 percent of our brains that we have to illuminate.”

– Bill Hicks

Maybe…..we could grow another digit
………….To turn the pages faster.

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

Lights, Flashing Lights

Amber lights
Keep us aware

Crimson lights
Advise us to stop

Green lights
Guide us to go

Crimson, cyan and white
Flashing rapidly
Signal troubles
Ahead or behind

Thousands of tiny
Pixelated pulses of
Rainbow lights
Instantly flashing
Keep us pixilated*

“Pixilated :
somewhat unbalanced mentally”

Just learned that myself.

Why do you think they are called pixels?

I know the spelling is different, but come on.

“Watching television
Is like taking
Black spray paint
To your
Third eye.”

– Bill Hicks

Unseen Observation

“Hello, darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again”

– Simon and Garfunkel

I am guessing that, unlike in the movies, suicide is probably a lot more difficult to clean up after. Physically, emotionally and spiritually.

“We teach best what we need to learn most ourselves.”

– Richard Bach

R.I.P. Greg G

Information is coming in, in slow drips and drabs. Like the blood oozing out of the exit wound, of the death / suicide of a former classmate, turned coworker. Boss actually, however the classmate designation, kept us on equal footing.

After a series of medical maladies, seizures, cancer, respiratory and brain damage. Life was taking its toll, the latest round was jaw surgery.

All of the life is precious mantras, are not going to do one lick of good. You can put brand new batteries, in a car all day long. If it has been totaled, it is not going very far.

Forced to retire for ill health, living nearby, would see Greg, outside and get in a quick chat. Observing his new skinny frame and pasty ghost like appearance.

First hearing of his death, figured everything finally caught up to him. Turns out it did, just quicker than he was willing to wait for.

By driving himself out to the woods, (this is the picture, painted so far, the rest is by, the most likely scenario. The rumor mill, will never grind out the truth.) finding a spot to park his truck, just enough out of the way.

Locking it up, wouldn’t want anyone to steal, it, though, he wasn’t going to be using it any more. Walking “far” enough into the forest so nobody will hear the “one” shot.

Laying in the leaves and snow. Catching nature’s early spring ritual of completing its decomposition, so that it may start anew.

Exiting this world, did not make the truck, gun and rotting corpse dissappear, merely matter to be located, by suspecting passers-by.

Starting with the truck, then subsequent searches for the owner and why. Or the bloody body, could have been discovered by teenage “folfers” (frisbee golfers). Playing in the woods, that might dampen their game.

Besides attempts to make suicide illegal by the likes of those like John Ashcroft, it ought be a viable option to every body. Can’t quite make suicide a capital offense, now can we? There are no repeat offenders.

If you kill yourself we will kill you again. Because suicide is against the law. Ooopsie. That is the power, the “state” thinks it has, in determining who gets to live or die.

“Life is like a movie, if you’ve sat through more than half of it and it’s sucked every second so far, it probably isn’t going to get great right at the end and make it all worthwhile. No one should blame you for walking out early.”

Doug Stanhope

Perhaps the black pill option, would have been a lot more dignified and less messy.

Greg was obvious in rough shape.

Maybe the scales of life could be balanced if the notion, death is precious, at least under various conditions, would warrant it.

Consider how less messy it would have been, had he made the decision to leave, to say goodbye to his loved ones and friends, get shit in order, and make peace before the departure.

In his condition, who really could have argued that it is a bad idea. Maybe the Christians, would be jealous he would get to meet Jesus before they did. Therefore keep drumming into the collective psyche that only life is precious.

Everyone is carrying around, their black pill anyway. (If I am wrong, then I think darker than I dark think.)

If you are going to pick an exit of your own choosing, that black pill is always readily available. That methinks every one is carrying, might be compartmentalized deep in the cranium, but, there is a notion or a plan. One that has been visited at least once, as an option, that if things get worse, there is a way or ways to make that final exit.

His black pill, just happened to be made of brass and filled with gunpowder, leaving too many questions unanswered. Plus getting a lot more people involved, then need be.

When Bob Gunton played Warden Norton in the Shawshank Redemption, near the end of the movie, in the scene where the quick culmination of his dirty deeds were about to come to fruition. He took his own life with a gun.

Well not really, Bob Gunton is still alive. Warden Norton is dead, well not really, still his “suicide” had to be cleaned up. After being “staged” on a set with props, sound effects of a gunshot, broken glass, a dropped pistol and slumped body, corn syrup and food coloring.

Hopefully in one “shot”, ummm “take”. Safe to say, Bob cooperated getting up off the chair, so there was no dead weight to move around.
In case the scene had to be redone.

I’d rather be on the set in a warm Hollywood stage cleaning up that “mess”, than the one, the authorities, family and the unintentionally involved had to.

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

Are We There Yet

Still tripping from

Terrence McKenna’s Audio Book

“Food Of The God’s”

“I’m glad mushrooms are against the law, because I took them one time, and you know what happened to me?

I laid in a field of green grass for four hours going, “MY GOD! I LOVE EVERYTHING.”

Yeah, now if that isn’t a hazard to our country … how are we gonna justify arms dealing, when we realize that we are all one?”


How are we gonna keep building nuclear weapons, you know what I mean?

What’s gonna happen to the arms industry when we realize we’re all one?

The economy, that’s fake anyway.

Which would be a real bummer, you know

You can see why the government’s cracking down…
…on the idea of experiencing unconditional love.”

— Bill Hicks

Methinks one could chop up the book
Roll it up in rolling papers and smoke it
To use the words to achieve a high, or
Grind it into a fine powder and snort it

I enjoy driving more than am willing to risk
The consequences of losing my job
Due to ingesting natural substances
That might alter my consciousness

Mushrooms grow on cow turds. I love that. I think that’s why you giggle the first hour.”

— Bill Hicks

However, just listening to the book
Has altered how I perceive things
Therefore it is not the use of “drugs”
That create the psychedelic experience

It is the brilliant use of words in context
That seem to be altering my reality
May have to re-listen for another dose
Or read it, to take it in a different way

There is no “there” to arrive at
On whatever trip you or I take
Merely other experiences to be had
Since there is no death
What could possibly go wrong

One laid out clearly that the
Dominator* unnatural culture
Surrounding our “self’s” / “selves”
Is but a tiny fraction of what
Could be experienced by both
Subjective and objective minds

Could have used the term male dominator, Which it is, however, it is still more the
Genderless aspect outside of our spirit
That we allow ourselves to be controlled
By religions, medias, banks, corporations,
Food and pharmaceutical greed industries
Local and national government’s “rule of law”

Simply due to their subtle passive lifelong
Generation after generation indoctrinations
Of how to behave, utilizing herd morality
As the darkened guiding light we follow
Which has zero similarities to nature,
Balance or evolutionary determinism

Put that in your pipe and smoke it

During a Howard Stern interview with Doug Stanhope, the discussion of ayahuasca came up, revealing, Robin Quivers in a shamanic ritual, experienced the hallucinogen as well.

Neither, could seem to articulate what occured, yet, between Robin and Doug, there was such a palpably audible wink and a nod, of separate but shared experiences, that must have been known, but indescribable.

Leaving a short, albeit lingering “dead” air space to ponder, what occured.

Like maybe they both experienced deep down on a cellular level, that things / life as the rest are experiencing it, is definitely not as it seems.

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

“If you want to understand a society, take a good look at the drugs it uses. And what can this tell you about American culture? Well, look at the drugs we use.

Except for pharmaceutical poison, there are essentially only two drugs that Western civilization tolerates: Caffeine from Monday to Friday to energize you enough to make you a productive member of society, and alcohol from Friday to Monday to keep you too stupid to figure out the prison that you are living in.”

– Bill Hicks

The Rules Of Symbolism

Make up the fabric of the symbol

Not the silly symbol itself

Otherwise……what it stands for

Stands for nothing

Save a colorful rag

Flapping in the breeze

While driving on the return leg of my run, from the meet and turn location, doing a drop and hook, after a post trip and pre trip inspection.

I was looking at the world through a windshield, minding my own business, wondering when the first early spring bug is going to commit suicide on the glass.

I saw a tractor trailer up ahead with what appeared to be an American flag, secured to the back door closing pole. That seemed downright un-American, in violation of several of the US flag codes.

Perhaps the rules have changed since I was a cub/boy scout, and was indoctrinated with the reverence that was to be held of the flag.

Both ascending up a mountain grade, got close enough for the attached picture. Just not fast enough to read the company name on the driver’s door.

While it occurred to me to catch up to the truck to identify the perpetrator of such violations, realized there was no one to call.

One that may or may not misconstrue my message and concern.

The closest “authority” being the highway patrol, but is flag desecration in their purview. Besides being way to busy doling out “fine” advice to drive safer.

Could call the local sheriff, except that jurisdiction could change at any time. Not to mention as they were going faster than me, could lose sight of them at anytime.

Maybe the V.F.W. or American Legion? What could they do, as I was losing ground quickly.

Cell phones have all but destroyed the last remnants of the art of anonymity. What if the person on the other end feels all gushy inside over any presence of a flag.

I am sure if I were questioned, what would emerge is a demented if not damaged psychological profile of a person whose do not give a shit meter was pegged eons ago.

“I consider them, I consider them to be symbols and I leave symbols to the symbol minded.”

– George Carlin

I audibly pictured a former drill instructor with the voice and mannerisms of Foghorn Leghorn.


FL: V.F.W. How may I help you?

Me: I observed a flag…

FL: That’s good son, did you salute it?

Me: Well…no, it was…

FL: Were you standing at attention?

Me: Actually I was sitting.

FL: That is no way to respect the flag.

Me: Well, that is what this call is about

FL: What kind of pinko, commie, fascist, un-American, who sees the flag and doesn’t immediately stand and salute the flag, wishing to hug it, like our current president Donald has. Are you disabled son?

Were you wounded in combat?

Me: No, no, just wanted to let someone know someone attached an American flag to a pole…

FL: Are you suggesting it be taken down?

Me: Well, in a way, yes, it was soi….

FL: Next you will tell me it should be burned.

Me: Well, actually yes, because it is being frayed and tattered and disrespected by someone who thinks they are being patriotic, when they are not. It is on the back of a moving trailer going 70 mph, getting torn and wiping off dirt and corrosive road salt.

I even pulled over to a safe spot to search engine the U.S. flag code, which states.

4 U.S. Code § 8 – Respect for flag

No disrespect should be shown to the flag of the United States of America; the flag should not be dipped to any person or thing. Regimental colors, State flags, and organization or institutional flags are to be dipped as a mark of honor.


The flag should never be displayed with the union down, except as a signal of dire distress in instances of extreme danger to life or property.


The flag should never touch anything beneath it, such as the ground, the floor, water, or merchandise.



The flag should never be fastened, displayed, used, or stored in such a manner as to permit it to be easily torn, soiled, or damaged in any way.



The flag, when it is in such condition that it is no longer a fitting emblem for display, should be destroyed in a dignified way, preferably by burning.

FL: Nah, those rules no longer apply, just as long as the red white and blue are out there, you are a patriot.


Anyway, I was afraid no one would listen, so I posted it here.

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

As a subsequent observation, isn’t it amazing that at some point, people gathered together, as a legislative body to write down rules of how to treat and respect a colorful cloth. Making it “Illegal” for “it” to be harmed.

But none to make sure all fellow space travelers are fed, clothed snd housed.

“Ever wonder why we’re #ucked up as a species?”

– Bill Hicks

No Good End

Nor bad end

Can come to something

That never ends

When whatever it is

Only changes shape

Due to fluctuating energy

Bouncing back and forth

To and fro from infinity

Disguised as matter

When it is only

Waves and particles


How they are viewed

In any given moment

Or sensed by senses

Made of the same

Waves and particles

Filtered by consciousness

In moments of perception

Engaged in linearly

By reverse divination


Meaning, cause and

Vague notions of

Reason and purpose

So perhaps

It is good

That it never ends

What would you do

“If Eternity Should Fail”*

If it did?

* – Iron Maiden

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin


No words can describe
The silent beauty
Of the horizontal
Viewed from the
Air ride seat behind
A clean windshield
Catching all stages
From the pre-dawn
Silent darkness
Of the fading light
Disappearing from
Vast distant suns
Not fading really
Just edged out
By the closest
One near us
Coloring the clouds
Without paint
Different every time**


The linguistic correction
To the long held misconception
Of the geocentric perception
We are / are in
The center of the universe

Which methinks mornglow “should”
Immediately be put in dictionaries
To kick-start our next evolution
Of self awareness of individual’s
Significance in their insignificance
That in the scheme of the cosmos
We are merely tiny specks of dust

“Growing in numbers
Growing in speed
I can’t fight the future
Can’t fight what I see

‘Cause people, they come together
People, they fall apart
And no one can stop us now
‘Cause we are all made of stars”

– Moby

“We Are All Made of Stars”

Perhaps the lexicographers
Can get right on that

Or at best it should be a sniglet

“Sniglet has been defined by American comedian Rich Hall as “a word that doesn’t appear in the dictionary but should.”


Leave it to a comedian to expand awareness.

Had I used the word “day”
Would have eclipsed the point

“Time” iz fuzzy enough

A man made construct
To perceive reality linearly

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin