My voice says my blog does this (in a weird, wild, wonderful way!!!).
why thank you
Life is ABC. Absurd, Beautiful, Crazy.
alphabet:
absurd, beautiful, crazy, dumb, enjoyable, fun, good, happy, idiotic, joyful, kind, loving, mild, new, open, queer, rough, stupid, tight, ugly, vicious, wild, exciting, and yes- zoo.
Green New Deal? or Teen Nude Eel? Boop-a-doop! Super duper pooper scoopers for sale!
We should have a model of the world in our heads that corresponds to Reality.
Why are things like they are? Greed and money, power and immaturity, needs and wants, hunger and thirst and affection and love, sex and pleasure, violence and crime (and hatred, resentment, cruelty), knowledge, and diversion and entertainment and recreation, god and prayer and betterment and progress and health, computers machines technology and cellphones, and Family. Plus, poetry, literature, philosophy, ideas. TV, movies, videos. Emotion, music, math, and passion. Religions, cultures, countries, policy, and freaks (vampires? space aliens? telepaths? deitiies? crazy politicians? Tony Robbins?).
Prayer
I want no more poverty. A UBI for the whole planet.
I want a sustainable planet. A fun, habitable, healthy place for everyone, animals too.
I want no more goddamn nuclear weapons. You hear me?
weredpley: choose what you use. the succubus planted succulents, succotash, and honeysuckle. DOB, dobby says the drinking of blood requires your date of birth. Who are you, boo? What is that butt slut doing in our hut? Where is my rare care bear? When is Ben going to yell at ten men again? Why is that guy buying pie before he plays jai-alai? He could die! How now, brown cow? Is the dow subject to Mao or the tao? Wow, I'm wanted to vow to bow before Lao. Which snitch itched to get hitched to the bitchy witch, Mitch? Question your quests, yes? Tess, Bess, and Jess said yes to all this mess. Confess less and roar more! Nike says Just Do It. But Nancy Reagan says Just Say No. The choice is yours, don't be late. If you're Bill Gates, you probably don't hate your fate, mate! If you're Elon Musk, you probably won't need to peel husks from dawn to dusk. And if you're Warren Buffett, you can shove that in your pipe and puff it. Billionaires put on airs, and drink Killian's red, but Millionaires kill reptilians. Rhymes, at times, are better than mimes. Bitchin' bitcoin. Israelights and Isryadarks. We do not forget or forgive. We do not remember or remonstrate. We do not live or love. We do not die or change diapers. We are badass goodfellows who eat goodbars with bad manners and do virtuous vice for an evil god who loves hate and sends sinners to heaven and saints to hell and All to Oblivion and Allah to Reno (pair a dice). Suffering succotash and orgasmic organdy and happy campers and sad sacks. Odors and doors. Mel smells. A stinky sink. Rotting on a yacht. Dead in bed. Decaying and forensics: DK46.
Some delusions make people happy, but if none of us know the truth, then it's all in how you want to frame it. Still, I refuse to believe something that (by my lights) smacks of ignorance, stupidity, or madness. I guess I don't care what you believe. Believe anything you want. Especially if it makes you happy. But don't force some lie on me, if I'm not willing. That's philosophical rape. Amen.
My NUTSHELL: Mind, Body, and Soul, huh? All I think, say, and do; Input, output, body: read, watch, listen; write, talk, create; eat, exercise, sleep. Work, play. See, hear, smell, taste, touch. Meditate, do nothing. Pleasure, pain, neutral. Good and bad, happy sad. Content, miserable. Alive, zombie. Busy, bored. Freedom, robot. Learning, teaching, creative, engaged, alive, curious, educated, knowledge, wisdom, truth, understanding, enlightenment, nirvana, bliss.
Soul is problematic. Spirits and ghosts and apparitions and shit? Mind is shared. We're just bodies. Ghost in a shell? Well, our dreams and our minds are not entirely internal. But I don't believe in ghosts. A soul is a personality or psyche or mind and you can be self-possessed or demon-possessed or your lover can say "be mine", but nothing about us is eternal, even if we're in love, with the exception of a possibility your offspring will be successful and live and reproduce for god knows how many iterations, into god only knows how long into the future. But nothing lasts forever (not even diamonds). We all have 2 soles (on our feet). Unless you're missing feet. Anyway, life is absurd and you are free to believe whatever craziness they tell you to, if it makes you happy and gives you friends and puts you in a community, even if the beliefs and dogma are absolutely batshit insane, lol. That might even make it more fun, right?
the Bible says, vanity of vanities, all is vanity. (which can be translated as absurd). specifically, frustration, futility, absurdity, nonsense. Was Jesus some kind of comedian, then? my left hand definitely doesn't know what my right hand is doing, lol. "Do you not know that you are not your own?" Seems to me, the Bible is basically saying everyone is possessed! That's not quite as funny.
All in all is all we are. Everybody is everyone. We're all the same. In a collective, each of us multitudes. A million different people from one day to the next. That's my working theory. All our divisions are artificial, like countries or corporations or religions or political parties or all this sinner and saint, virtuous and depraved, nonsense. Reality is all the God there ever is. We are all Gods. I mean, you can dominate or submit, but you're still the primary architect of your own life. We create our own universes. That's what I mean. Not that we're all omniscient or infinitely powerful or something!! We're the lords of our own skull-sized kingdoms. We get by with a little help from our friends, of course. I belong to the Reality Cult. "Reality" is a word that should always be used in quotes? The Beatles also sang, nothing is real. The Universe is infinite, and we are less than an ant's fart. We live a hundred years, and Time stretches on forever. Do what thou wilt, says Crowley. Be good, says your mom. Life is short, so live it to the fullest. Carpe diem. Seize the fish.
I may be saying I'm a God, or I'm God, but be warned: I know that I don't know everything. No one does. Are we not all-one? Aren't we all interconnected? Plus, the human brain has 100 billion neurons, with over 100 trillion synaptic connections. Used well, this gives us godlike powers.
If God is good, "burning in Hell" is getting a sunburn in a village in Norway! If God is bad, well God isn't God! Maybe an omnipotent demon or something. Great Omnipotent Demon, you are what you eat. SOY (shame on you). If you're mad at Jesus, well he's dead. Just a skeleton, if that. Probably just dust. ("Bone can persist for centuries, even millennia, in certain burial environments"). His ideas live on, though, of course. Like turn the other cheek. Or burn for all eternity. What a nut. What if I'm a descendent of Jesus, lol.
I'm not a human, but a God! They are not separate categories, if you ask me. Humans create Gods. Some humans have powers, superpowers, and can be considered superhuman. Geniuses sometimes think everyone is dumb, so I toy with them when I am bored. Hell is a powerful spell. Sometimes I like to play the crazy sadist who enjoys tormenting the haughty. Can karma possibly be positive for condemning people to Hell? Yes, actually. People with the reputation of a reprobate can be the best of the world, in fact. Humans are animals. If it happens in nature, it's natural. And chemicals aren't bad, either. Everything is made of chemicals. People are chemicals. Who you surround yourself is who you become? Well, you can create yourself, and you can surround yourself with Everybody. Allah is all...uh. Gzus see's us. Christ, cry sometimes. Mom says be good. And that you can be whatever you want to be when you grow up. The army says be all that you can be. Just be yourself.
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