All the points,
All the laundry,
Getting up is moot.
Welcome to the deep
Futility loop.

Eyes open or eyes closed
Light humor or heavy dread
A countdown ticks
No other time to dance
But the tick
No other faults to fear
But the tick
Each tick forces a bite
Of acceptance soup.
I don't want to miss one
Nourishing tick.

Why should an emotion-beast
Who never got filled-in on the point of the whole thing
Be forced to worry about the fate of all life?
This seems like an unfair emotion to equip us with.
Not only unfair, weird.
Suspicious.
Is it there for a purpose?

My derelict daddy taught me everything
A person can reliably know.

Nobody knows anything
&
Try to get inside when it snows.

The lost
Confused
Deluded
Arrogant
Leading the
Deceptive
Proud

A mad swirling heap
Infinitely deep
We don't know the point
No certainties to keep

Everybody wants to be the camera.
I get it.
I thought it was a novel idea.
Nah.
Just knock it off.
Be a movie.
Be.
The holy wimpy observer,
*******.

If there is any hope what-so-*******-ever
It's in simple relating,
Not being clever.
Unselfconscious and dumb, what was was fine.
Watching ourselves for the answer,
We ran out of time.

Extree Extree Read the latest scoop
About the unstoppable methane feedback loop.

Maybe such a huge ego was necessary
To get the fool to ever speak its own words.
Then knowing itself a fool
Became necessary
To temper the ego.

The fool knows
Spiritual progress through
Embraced humiliation.
Descend from the throne and wallow.
There is the nutrient, fool.

I start this cycle at:
It's all rigmarole.
Equal and unreliable.
But something inevitably
"Rings true"
After a dream or something
I get inspired
Or I get confused,
Believe the rig as it rolls.
Embarrassment inevitably comes
To remind me how the rig rolls.
The boss of the Marble Marbles says,
"Nothing is real."
It's all rigmarole.

Love is what I thought I prefered to fixate upon,
But my brain stands on guard against lies.

Embarrassed
When they see me try
When  they see me choose
When they see what I prefer
It's not their fault
I'm just
Easily embarrassed

Mouths are the real problem.
But it all starts with eyes.

Someone wakes up
Feeling the same way
Every day!
Their view isn't affected by mood
Chemical shifts
Love
Things learned
The cosmos repositioned their guts
Their feet feel like walking or no.
They remain attuned to the same thing.
I guess they are true.
Not me

She slips through the door
Like no effort is required.
Appetite and admiration
Combine into desire.

J and Diamond say "Rambling's all that's real."
I say "Nothing is real."
And we all agree.
Then they leave together.
LOVE

Your traveling bag
That I nicknamed the ***,
Beause of the way you're unbound

Though your she-hobo moans
Are too free for a home,
You slip in and back out without sound.

I hate people.
People hate me.
And it all works out naturally.

A **** and two nuts,
A ***, *****, and a ****.
We roll around opening
All that we shut.

She's a swirl magnet
Flower petal bent.
Dancing with the hobos
Feeling all the ***** hose.

Pull the rug
I'm standing on.
Make the floor unsure.

This brain does yoga
To hold its breath.
Rewrite the world,
My soul will flex.

Spacial Bowie
Is a special boy.
He doesn't know about death.

I got a ramblin' rider,
She's gotta keep moobin and groobin.
But she starved my alligator
And stole my billirubin.

Lately They've been claiming [smarter people are more deceptive]
So I don't trust smart people any more.

It also seems that [willingness to be ruthlessly brutal] is currently a beneficial attribute.

Thought bubble of person doing it right: "must make sure people over-estimate or under-estimate me at all times. Avoid correct estimation at all costs... Must reproduce... Must destroy opposition...."

I haven't heard smart peoples' opinions of the survivability of individuals who'd rather bow out from all competition and prefer to exist in the psychedelic 15th dimension.

"Pick out yours
From this bag of *****.
These are the ones that have been turned in.
Which one is yours?
You do recognize your own ***** don't you?"

(Gulp)
Um sure I do, it's that one I think.

There once was a dangling *****
Who was taught that he caused all the meanness.
Being un-eared and un-brained, no ideas were retained.
Did they think he was known for his genius?

Whose **** do I gotta ****
To be assured that
When I die,
My body will be left to
Maggots, birds, coyotes and decomposition?

I spent my whole life creating this feast.
I wish no mortician to spoil my body.
I want nature to eat me up right!

Life is a writhing swirl who's information is meaningful but the information does not exist for the purpose of being comprehended so it is only taken in and interpreted as well or as usefully as the perceptive devices.
Nothing significant has a vendetta against the individual beings' happiness or success, though beings may appear as food or some other form of fulfillment to other beings. Beings will view other beings as their appetites would view any other thing. No one can exist in the view of another. Don't expect others to view you as you do. You are NOT their center, only your own.

Everybody thinks everybody else is insufferably selfish and everybody is right.

Love is interesting though. More on that after more data is collected.

Enter mind
Find [happiness]
Attach to this concept [it's easy to forget]
Conquer the drive to remember.
No victory or benefit to [remember] in this approach.
Remember:
Attach [happiness] to [it's easy to forget]
(for Gosh knows it is easy
if you ungrasp, just ungrasp)
The mental part is to not clutch and tense as it goes,
But grin.

To see everything
Watching.
So devoted because following one line is the deepest point
Achievable.
To be a ****** but to keep the ***** and lose the mouth.
For this being's words to never harm another.
It says, "Remove my judging apparatus.
I don't want it and I can't turn it off."
Gone and this man is less dangerous.
Protect him,
This brain in a tree,
With one branch as a pleasing uncircumcised love *****.

Act weird all the time so nobody guesses when you really are "weird".
But be silly, not threatening.
Master this, how to be funny and weird without scaring people.
Anger is for yourself.
Don't bother ridding yourself of anger.
It isn't possible.
Just aim it at yourself to counter the egotism.
You are just like everybody else.
See how ridiculous they are?
So are you.
Your best approach?
Shhhhhh.
Always attempt to be underestimated.

Mom I'm so crazy without you
It's all useless information and matter besides your two *****.
The only decision I ever wanted the weight of
Is to feast from yum1 or yum2.

My intuition is going nuts. Nuclear disaster. Sabotage. I hope nuclear weapons were worth it to you humans. I feel it may all unravel soon. We are beautiful and funny. But we were never to be trusted with something like that. Bye. Dumb-*** kooks. In the future, I hope they don't lie about our present and their past and make a bunch of stuff up about how enemies were the problem.

Shelly Gray
Took my memory away.
My sister lost her arm in the war.
I know there was a time
I was better, and I always aim my toes at that spot.
But I can never find my way back there.
My dreams send me tricks
in my pillow feathers.
But I never can speak or think of it.
The blur tells me those thoughts and that world
was never meant to be remembered by me.
There's no failing or work to be done.
The dreams are for their own purpose.
Maybe for the fish or the sun.