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.

Getting rich selling junk food to poor folk
Or poor cleaning rich people's ****,
Your dreams get in tune while you're sleeping at night
To the beat of the futility loop.

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

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

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.

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.

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!

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

I never impressed a boss
I never built a 401k
A lease is too formal an arrangement for me.
These Guys know how they're going to make their
Last payment on their casket already.
But they don't worry about the fate of all life?
I do.
I sit around
Not paying rent,
Worrying about how humans are ******* it all up.
But I don't figure out ****.
We're ******.

I had a few friends who lived
Around me
They sent out a search party
Which found me
After noticing I’d been gone for so long

If earth should be protected,
We are a scourge.
If earth is a mother,
We are a scourge.
We think we're caretakers
But we are a scourge.

Hu-Man, agent of Entropy. (<-- that thing to the left, try not to hate; it's kinda like a middle eight)

Maybe earth is something else
Or else we are a scourge.

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.

Fixate on beauty
You negative *****

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.

The custodian association convenes for the final time
The final time
They started on Earth
A fearful bunch
Frightened into competence
Clinging together
To clean and maintain the systems
First of the Earth, then of the other planets, then of the Sun, then of the Galaxies
And now, they must realize their most important purpose
(As everything they ever did was the most important)
These beings made of the material of the Universe
These beings emotionally reflecting the concern of the Universe
The One

Now it is happening
The outer edges of the One have drifted so far
Entropy has gone so far.
The beings ready the Gravity Loop sequence

All the information of this epoch
Lies in the Akashic record
Time for the material to be recollected
Reshuffled

The Custodians embrace, sing,
And they throw the switch.
Time for
Absolute Gravity
Triggering a Big Bang

The cycle runs healthy

Constantly with the old trick,
Look up--see the ceiling is really the floor!

Comfortable with the
Rug Pullers Rag
Enough so that
The feet ask the eyes
To check walls and ceilings for nails
Able to lose or gain any floor

Staying as loose,
As the ceilings, floors and walls may fall.
Feet that leave or land
On any surface.

Wimpy baby wimpy baby
Shove it up your ****!

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

Tickle
Touch where it tickles.
Put your tickler where it tickles.
You're supposed to.

I saw the best bodies of my generation
Go from boom to bust
Blame the passage of time
And Cheetos dust

If we do it,
If we bake it,
**** everything with our lifestyle,
Maybe we can at least leave
An indestructible obelisk.
Explain how we invented
This idea of profit.
Explain how it wasn't worth it,
We just got obsessed.
But put a joke at the end of the obelisk,
Leave'em laughing.
That's the Earth way.

Brujo Alligatore says
To be mortal is a blessing, of course.
We say: To live!
<drink from bowl>

Brujo Alligatore says
To be mortal is a curse.
We say: To die!
<And drink>

Brujo Alligatore says
To be aware of death is to be sad.
We say: To know!
<And drink>

Brujo Alligatore has light coming from his mouth and eyes that says
You may *****, you will die, but not tonight.

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.

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 lost
Confused
Deluded
Arrogant
Leading the
Deceptive
Proud

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.

I'm too dumb to focus
But I pick things up.
Science guys say entropy
Is going on.
Time is the unwinding
Of entropy.
Makes sense to me
In that way that it makes sense that
Everything we know is false.
So we're just fingers and mouths
With a brain and muscles and teeth
For a reason.

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

I categorize one type of experiences as futility loops
Like Jumped-through hoops and Unflown coops
Another type, I associate with Red the ***
Like I felt you *** and *Just use your thumb

The guy
Always on the lookout for evidence.
Death
Time
What's it about?
Nobody knows
And the guy knows "You're lucky" is true
But what the **** is going on?
I don't want to rest in peace.
I want to live in strength.
******!!!
A fool
Categorizing life in my own dumb irrelevant categories.
Like a fool.
But I LOVE it all.
Be grateful alive.
Feel sensations, I get all that.
But I must note this terror and dread of death
Such a part of my experience.

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.

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?

Some kind of out-of-tune
Conversation stopper
Wired backwards

Rolling with shades closed

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

Fool!
(that's me)
Worship the futility loop!
It's my way!

Ok.
Who am I to doubt?

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 *****.

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.

I see clearly what's eventually coming
And I know deep inside it's not cute.
But I laugh instead of fighting it lately
Cause the point of protesting is moot.

To be mortal is a blessing, of course.
To live!
To be mortal is to be cursed.
To die!
To be aware of death is to be sad.
To know!

Wash dishes clean laundry
Wipe **** cook soup
Welcome to the deep futility loop
Worship doomed celestial bodies
Build a nest or fly the coop
Just wriggle in tune to the 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.

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.

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

She said she might like to stay.
Then I said that might be ok.
And that was it.
Our stupid story had begun.

If everybody runs around screaming and freaking out, it will be devastating.
May none of us be forced to endure that.
Mankind should practice
Do drills.
How to behave for a pleasant apocalyptic experience
Embrace and sing
A joyful song of comfort
Practice the song
To soothe all the plants and animals
As our world
Becomes the floating smashed world museum

Falling apart in tune with time
Time doesn't mind
If you feel that it's real or not

Stuff does stuff while doing time.
Time keeps timing.
She loves you time.

Time doesn't care about love or rhyme
But he shouldn't speak about time

If something's the point of the grand design,
He was resigned to miss it.

Time time time time time time time
**** **** **** ****
**** it.

Irresponsible he was
Though his kids had comfy beds and shoes.
It's just he stayed ******
Lest succumb to the death culture blues.

They soaked my microbes
In the charged field
That those meat beings
Make up stories about.

When the stories agree,
They all start to perceive
The particle soup
In a similar way
And they call their
Way of perceiving
The partical bath:
Reality

It's pretty overwhelming
And it seems
Almost real

Except
They have this one
Unrealistic thing
Called time.

I go along with it all
But I'm pretty sure
I'm being farmed
Or I'm an agent of some force
That I'm designed
Not to notice
Or comprehend

I'm only allowed to
Perceive stuff
Once the farmers decide
It's useful
In the perpetuation
Of whatever
We're supposed to perceive
In this charged field
I'm led to
Believe is
Real

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?

Watching a clock doesn't stop it
A watched *** does boil.

Passage of time is inevitable.

Everything else seems fishy.

Seems
Seems
Seems
Nothing gets through here
But a bunch of seems

Passage of time is inevitable.