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

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

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

"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.

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.

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.

Waiting
For an explosion
Or a phone call
Expecting doom again
Expectations are even worse than perceptions
Regarding being undependable
And
Easy to fall for <that which seems but is not>

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.

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.

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

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

I forgot again
It seemed like you heard me
So I talked for a long time
Then you said, "Wait what?"
But something about my words
Makes them float right past you
Fly paper without glue
Yay my flies are free

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.

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.

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!

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

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

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

Ok.
Who am I to doubt?

That which is
That which is not
Go through entropy
Over time
And
More of that which is
Joins that which is not
More of what is not becomes what is
And
Black and White
Give up

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.

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

Flowing like ***
Or plopping like ****
Time isn’t hung up on
His relationship with it

Stuff does stuff
While time does time.
Tries so hard to love and rhyme
But he doesn’t understand time

If there is a point to the grand design,
He is resigned to miss it.
Time time time time time time time,
Eat sleep **** **** **** it.

Here he comes
Red the ***
Rambler, rigmaroller
Jesus’s son
Signing autographs
On pantyhose
Contemplating “never”
“Nothing matters
More than ever.”

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

I love everything
La la la
I’m the happiest guy in the world

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.

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.

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.

Forgive me if dread is contagious.
I just meant to mention how deep
This grim lonely wrestling with the final rest
Keeps me from my living sleep

It's natural to fixate upon this
Or else I caught it from Pink Floyd
At a tender age, their lyrics about time and death
Obsessed me with the inevitable void

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

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.

Every day-
Same thing,
Same thing,
Same thing
Nobody expects it
And
BOOOM

The lost
Confused
Deluded
Arrogant
Leading the
Deceptive
Proud

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

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?

Fixate on beauty
You negative *****

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

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

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

Rolling with shades closed

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.

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

Laying on the ground,
I certainly don’t march
And the drummer is usually on vacation
But he beats it now and again
And then…
I get ready and very slowly
I roll toward something
To the beat

They are all much normaler than me
Their time is spent responsiblefully
While I peek into the swirl and slide and around the edge
Unpressing the brakes crying “oui”
And I aim to love those who knows what they knows
With total certainty
But they are all much normaller than me.

First is the self
In the water
The setting is not still
Yet
It almost makes sense
Rolled past plants and mud
Faster
Rushed with the sand
Faster
Crushed against the rocks
And finally drowned

People remember
People forget
Who could predict
What will happen

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.