Christianity and Santa Clause are actually pretty similar. In both scenarios when you're good you get rewarded, and when your bad you get the shaft. Only difference is that logic told me that a fat man delivering presents to all the children in the world is nonsense.

Sure, we can talk to each other through this screen door, or you could invite me in and offer me a drink instead.

Ben Bernanke's hanky panky and
Quantitative Easing is so displeasing
A collapsing economy where no one can afford a meal
Sparks a revolution, with the citizens at the wheel.
And when all is over and said and done,
A new Polis will arise, where all is for none.
But the question still remains:
Are you still in bed with your chains?
Or are you awake with a gun:
A strong militia of and for One?

... and as the moon fell into its own shadow, a whimper from the window came.
And so it was said, "... and so it begins."

When people say something is complicated, what are they really saying? They're saying that it's really complex. Now, we have to ask ourselves, what is complexity? Well, complexity is merely the order of simple interactions working together as a system to perform a common function. You see, things really aren't all that complex, it's just the illusion created when we look at things holistically and not as individually unique.

“I’m not the conspiracy theorist, you’re the conspiracy theorist. You're the one who believes that 19 islamic terrorists with box-cutters conspired with a bearded man in a cave then bypassed a multi-billion dollar security system to knock down 3 buildings with 2 airplanes. You’re the one who believes that buildings can come down in perfect free-fall and pancake form at free fall speed. I'm not the nutty conspiracy theorist, you are!”

I normally don’t stare into the sun, but the reflection from your eyes has got me hypnotized.

Those who read the Text
Can read the literal verse:
Jesus ******* Christ!

If only the distance between us could shorten; our bond strength would be much greater.

If I gave you a piece of my mind, would you equally give me a piece of yours?

To be abnormal in a normal world, is that so uncool? How about to be unjust in an unjust world? Surely then yes, for I am a fool. Not a fool so cruel, but a fool too cool to abide by societies rules. You see, it is the nature of man to be just as unjust as the unjust world, just as must as it is to be a fool, but not a foolish fool. Now you, you are a tool, for living the just life in an unjust world. You are the tool and I am the Utilitarian, and will use you to my advantage and private interests. That’s just how things go here in this structured place, meant to deface and interface yourself. Desensitize you to yourself; reduce yourself to a cheap exploitative commodity; a means for my planned robbery laid near a veneer of parliament armory. Society rules by the Golden Rule, and that is: Those with the gold are those who rule! Now who is the fool you tool?!

The world was changing all around me
I began seeing smells and smelling colors
and children's faces began blooming like flowers.
Then in an instance of pause I came about something;
The stars. They remind me of something in this place
The shooting stars remind me of the forgotten wishes left behind by the forgotten children.
The glowing moon reminds me of town square; The brothel for advertisements
A thought...
Could it be that this blotter is the catalyst for change?
Would it open up your eyes and let you envision
A perfect world?
A perfect match?
A perfect dream?

You influence me and give me tides.
All while I give you energy and watch you spiral away.
Me and you are at a push-pull right now,
so let us find our barycenter and work things out.

They say that 'opposites' attract, right? So then, the counter-argument to that would be that 'likes' repel, right? But that's not necessarily true, on the contrary it proves itself to be quite false. If the affinity be so great, 'likes' overcome the repulsion and bind to form a completely new element. The energy required is tremendous, but the end result is always worth it.

Reality is perception, and perception is subjective. Subjectiveness is sense-certainty, and sense-certainty is an attempt to comprehend the universal, however, sense-certainty is the poorest and most inaccurate account of the Truth. So then, how do we understand the Truth or is that even a possibility?

Here 'I’ am, at ‘this’ place in time at ‘this’ posited location.
Here ‘I’ write, at ‘this’ time; ‘this’ time is ‘Now’, but what is ‘Now’, and what do I mean when I say ‘Now’?
Did I say ‘Now’ now or after the ‘Now’?, videlicet is ‘Now’ after the ‘before’ or before the ‘after’?
If today was tomorrow and tomorrow was yesterday
Where would I be 'Now'?
As Hegel would say:
"Now is a plurality of 'Now'"

Perhaps then it was 'He' who suggested that we just go with the flow of things and live for the moment.
'O sense-certainty... you make me smile...

“All were rampant over racial slurs when heard the *** calling the Kettle black
All were shunned to disbelief when heard the Kettle calling back!”

You see, I don’t understand the idea and theology between God and his intentions for creating people. On the first day He created the Earth and heavens, and then on the sixth day He created Adam and Eve. He told them that everything on Earth, from the fruits of the trees to the birds in the sky, from the fish in the sea, to as far out as man can see, everything on Earth is for Man’s pleasure and Man should be fruitful and multiply. But I don’t understand then why people should feel the need to spend their entire lives devoting everything to God, spreading the word to god, preaching god, killing in the name of God, committing mass genocide in the name of God, committing horrific acts in the name of God, justifying slavery in the name of God, and so on in the name of God! To me this all sounds like a cult; a cult only interested in succeeding in its evil, vicious, malicious ways. Well, you know what?! I hope you do not succeed in your evil, vicious, malicious ways. I hope that the dawn of a new Enlightenment will outshine your scripted lies and will be able to see life through the lens of Peace.

I'm not a magician per se, but the next time you turn around I will have disappeared.

Instead of taking the time to make a to-do list, just do it instead.

Life is a whole laundry list of worries.
Don't worry, just take it one load at a time.

You know you’re lazy when you’re not willing to go through the trouble of taking a ****.

To say the least, you did not let this day pass,
but rather so you let this life pass,
for what is a life not lived in the present,
but a life not yet lived?

This Universe is governed by semantics
and within each of these meanings lie a purpose.
As to what that purpose is, well, that's for you to figure out.
"Life is just one long equation,
but it doesn't take no Einstein or Feynman to figure that out."

It’s a long way down Long road
but surely you know that I want to go
this long way down Long road.

It’s a long way down Long road
but let us walk it slow, for I know
You         enjoy this time

And as we talk
And as we mock
And as we laugh at their misfortunes
we walk this long way down on Long road.

It’s the emphasis on the word that gives it its meaning
And it's the tone in your voice that makes it demeaning.

The idea is to illicit a thought
in hopes that that thought will transmute into a mechanical action.

There you stand in a ring of fire
feeling gravity **** you down
tearing you away layer by layer.
And like a dying red giant
you collapse and bear defeat.

Here you lay on an ice sheet of apathy;
the chilling wind slapping you in the face.
A precipitation of tears drip from your swollen eyes
and a blue Aura shrouds your head;
you weep your way through this transition.

Now you float; mind from body.
And like an infrared mist of electromagnetic static
you shoot up! Towards the heavens!
Taking your place amongst the stars
and reuniting with your ancestors

The grass was green and the sky was blue.
Pollution is as bad for me as it is for you.
The sky is now green and the man is in black,
a fog horn blows to get things back on track.
Ships leave the yard and trucks roll in,
a repetitious cycle continues again.

The dawn of a new light will shed a new day.

Why has night time gained such a bad rep?
It seems that the later you stay up, the more no-good you're up to.
"Nahh man, not me. These stars and nebulae are astonishing.
I'm just trying to get a good glimpse at my ancestry.

No need to think, I’ll do that for you.
No need to question, I’ve got the answers you need.
No need to breath, I’ll breath your last breath for you.

Not all the old are wise, and not all the young are immature. Life’s wisdom is not conclusive to age, but to experience to the world and how you interpret those experiences. Some people go through their entire life not knowing the truth; and the truth is that this life is a mystery, but it does require a little bit of digging. Dig deep into yourself and rest upon your pillow of epiphanies.

Don't hold onto opinions as if they were solid concrete objects.
Hold onto an opinion as if it were transparent and malleable.
This will enable you to see through the fallacies and remold the opinion to its true form.
For an opinion is simply just that, an opinion.
And like all opinions, they are interchangeable
in accordance to the allegations of fact.
And a fact overshadows an opinion in all cases
and that is a matter of fact.

My perception is deception,
so therefore I do not perceive the truth,
but perceive the truth in my own contextual sense.

Understand your physics and realize that me and you don't see the same thing. There's my perspective on something, and then there's your perspective on that something. Hence, each of our individual interactions with that something changed it in some way. That something reacted differently even though we observed it at the same time!

What is Phi? Phi is everything! It is the splitting of Nothing into Something and the creation of all life!
Phi is a number, The Number! The one true number that stands out in all aspects of life!
Phi is a vision. It lies not in the eye of the beholder, but in the eye of Phi.
Phi is a Spiral. A slide in life that propels consciousness further and deeper into this Universe.
Keep this number in mind at all times. It will follow you wherever you may roam.

If a picture is worth a thousand words,
then a thousand words must be worth a million pixels.
So then, millions of pixels must be worth trillions of atoms.
Just think: the amount of atoms in the word ‘fractal’.
I wonder if it supersedes the conceptualized notion of ‘itself’?

I've become entangled by all this quantum finesse and fanangled from all this distress.

Your watch may run faster than mine,
but that won't keep me from being on time.
And as special as our relativity may seem, it's not that special,
for time runs from you as it does from me.

You make me wonder
“How high am I?”
You make me squander
to find higher ground.
You make me stronger
but sometimes I weep
You make me suffer
and curl up in defeat

and you always were reckless at heart
you took our love and tore it apart

But you’re the poison that I crave
That runs through my veins,
That sends me to an early grave

Can’t we reconcile our fears
and bury the hatchet
Relight this kindle
and fall into the flames of love
And so...
I thought it through
and I never knew
How much I love you.

Things may seem unclear now,
perhaps even a bit hazy at first,
but in the end it'll all work out.
So don't panic.
You'll make this through alive in no time,
you just need to go with the flow of things.

Out of red concrete stands an abstraction
held out in space and in isolation.
Posit a location, Pierre
I'll be there to where you be.
But from the ground of the cafe
the distance becomes separated by unity:
point A to point B
pinpointing the heart of reality
for what was once 'to be' now stands 'not to be'.
A pre-judicative attitude always leads
from 'being' to 'non-being'.

Where is the comfort in
trying to rest
between Nothingness?
While negating in
A sleep while asleep?
Am I not self-aware through self-consciousness of
'The Existence of a Nonexistence Existing in Existence'?
How can there be Nothingness if before Nothingness
there is a Consciousness?

There is a Consciousness! From Being!
From a non-being being Being!
Thus, don't premature judge and expect the "expected"
Expect the unexpected
and save nonexistence from non-existence;
from "being" to "non-being"

"You say we can't? I say Yes we Cannabis!"
“Hip-Hip...****!"
“Hip-Hip...Smoke!"
"Four-Twenty is the time of now
and now is the time to Smoke ‘em all!"

I'm a prison in my own. Locked away inside these epithelial cells

My moral philosophy is this: why can't we all just get along?

{Just life Universe, like people don’t things, time may way away, light phi think right, space breath end does, instead small really, union new astral, live}

I can taste the black of night drying in my mouth.
It’s like sand on the beach beneath the blazing sun.
My mind begins to race like children escaping the water's grasp along the shoreline.
Perspiration kicks in and sweat begins to drain my forehead
and like the waves that send surfers crashing down-
she makes a joke. Laughter erupts from by bowels and that's when it hits me-
let’s run naked across the grainy sand like two ignorant children,
like back in the day when we would take warm innocent baths.
Intimacy is always nice, but isn't it time that we explore each other's realms?

And if that star goes supernova tonight,
I want to be there next to you holding you tight.
To keep you free from all cosmic debris,
and to marvel at the things that we cannot see.

Take what life gives you because it’s all that you got.
Don’t dwell on the things that are not.
Follow your own plan, you’re an expert at life,
And be your own man, don’t live in strife.