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Everything is just an act-thing. A game piece, a character. Essence of the game, the play, the poem, the joke is the ego. Our genetics together create consciousness, The ego. Every code, every instruction, every message from the genes is not in selfishness, but in selflessness, in laughter. Witty humors they possess, They know you need an uncertain situation, to be called attention to, to be reminded that it's all just a joke in the end, and not one has a bad sense of humor. There is the dark, poor-me, my-life-is-miserable jokes to the bright oprah's-monkeys-shit-shit, one-day-i-was-tripping jokes because the Spiral Source Polarity Is. The yin and yang do not swim after one another, there is neither tail nor head. They flow as river-wind. Fire and water, energy and matter, Ego and truth are genes' Set ups punch lines laughter. Set that to infinity at 98.6 degrees now, the questions rise how do I act after realizing all of this? How can I keep playing this role? The point is to understand the answer is to die as the world knows death. Your eyes will blink Your heart will sync with another's beat Your tongue wil taste You will die as the ego knows it. You will think You will feel You will realize You will die as You know it. Why would I waste my time in a place like this with people like this and not in the warm, bristley buzzing glowing meadow grass in a tree playing whistling lips to the soaring peer bubbling out air in the ocean's riptide treading soft chilled down on montana mountains being able to meet soaring peer in source element and inevitable intimate relations with earth or sea.
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Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 10:09 AM UTC
Everything Is
Everything is just an act-thing. A game piece, a character. Essence of the game, the play, the poem, the joke is the ego. Our genetics together create consciousness, The ego. Every code, every instruction, every message from the genes is not in selfishness, but in selflessness, in laughter. Witty humors they possess, They know you need an uncertain situation, to be called attention to, to be reminded that it's all just a joke in the end, and not one has a bad sense of humor. There is the dark, poor-me, my-life-is-miserable jokes to the bright oprah's-monkeys-shit-shit, one-day-i-was-tripping jokes because the Spiral Source Polarity Is. The yin and yang do not swim after one another, there is neither tail nor head. They flow as river-wind. Fire and water, energy and matter, Ego and truth are genes' Set ups punch lines laughter. Set that to infinity at 98.6 degrees now, the questions rise how do I act after realizing all of this? How can I keep playing this role? The point is to understand the answer is to die as the world knows death. Your eyes will blink Your heart will sync with another's beat Your tongue wil taste You will die as the ego knows it. You will think You will feel You will realize You will die as You know it. Why would I waste my time in a place like this with people like this and not in the warm, bristley buzzing glowing meadow grass in a tree playing whistling lips to the soaring peer bubbling out air in the ocean's riptide treading soft chilled down on montana mountains being able to meet soaring peer in source element and inevitable intimate relations with earth or sea.
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Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 10:09 AM UTC
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