This Time Tomorrow

 If I knew I was going to die tomorrow, what would I do?  I’d spend all my money.

I’d take heroin, maybe.  I’d have sex.  I’d eat at a restaurant.  I’d forgive everyone, let go of resentments.  I’d do bibliomancy with my bible.   Who cares?  Do anything.   Slap a stranger.   Slap christian preachers, see if they turn the other cheek?  No, that’s stupid.  Be subversive and antisocial and hostile and dangerous?  Maybe.   Set things on fire?  Definitely not.   

I might get nachos, and just sleep.   What dreams may come.  Just eat the whole time, I guess.   So much good food.  Gorge, orgy, and declare my divinity.  Right?

Gratitude/Thankyou list:  Everyone.  Muchísimas gracias.   People who know me better than I know myself.   

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Immoral Fiction

The world is informed of its pending destruction, and all hell breaks loose.    Burning and looting and raping and murdering and fighting and chaos on a massive scale.  Total anarchy.   Then the Authorities declare they were only joking.  Haha.   Fooled you.  Go on about your normal lives.   So the folks who remained law-abiding get their special reward.    What is it?   They get to lock up and imprison almost everybody.   Woohoo.  Is this a shitty world, or what?

What is there to do but kidnap, falsely imprison, beat, rape, murder, cook, and eat people?   Why not?   Fun for the whole family.   Human-meat is the most delicious, and healthiest, too.  Jesus told us to eat him, so we can start with the body of Christ.   I eat cannibals.   So eat the Christians!   With cheeses/rice.   My lard and savor.

Ha.   I AM kidding.  Just be good.  Alright?   All write.

The Perfect Life

La Vida Perfecta

You singlehandedly solve all the world’s problems, leaving Utopia in your wake.

Everyone loves you

You die happy

You heal all the world’s sick, upstaging even Jesus

Utopia?  Peace, no militaries, no guns, no bombs, no torture

   No pain or suffering, Universal Bliss and Pleasure and Satisfaction 

Food and Shelter and Healthcare and Libraries for all

Good Weather

Everyone in Love

   loving self, significant other(s), each other, everybody, god(s), life

No criminals, no prisons, no jails, no incarceration, no sin, no evil

Everyone fulfiled, happy, and content

Maximized strong, fit, healthy, well populace;  And Beauty.

No needs unmet

Humor and Laughter and Play and Fun and Games and Comedy

No threats to life, survival, humanity, civilization, or general safety

Sharing economy, society of friends

The globe as a land of plenty, riches, wealth, bountiful supply

Restaurants and Travel open to all, worldwide

Everyone gets to try drugs, under supervision

No commercials

Gyms and Pools and Parks and Museums and Music

No need, want, lack, discontent, misery

Graceful aging, and widespread longevity*

Sanity, minimized mental madness

Authenticity, and comfortable in your own skin

No suicides

*If I could name the circumstances of my immortality, I would have a Planet Earth to play on and Time-Travel to.   I could have a repeat loop like the Groundhog Day movie premise, if not a day, then a century or something.   I could read every book.  I could turn off pain.   I could have access to any drugs.  I could morph to any being, any size.   I could also have access to Omniscience.   I could be any age I’d like, young or old.   If I die, I can be reborn as a set identity.  Teleportation ability.   I would want to master MASD.  I want to be Good.   In Heaven.  Not a demon, a dangerous criminal, looking at the walls of a prison cell.  Or in Hell.  

masd =  martial arts / self-defense

Accruing Interest-ing

What do I want to do with my life?   Same as what I do today and everyday, really.     Exercise, Sleep, Eat.    Read, Watch, Listen.   Write, Talk, Create.   Work, Play.

I want to inhale interesting content.   I want to be the latent genius that waits for the opportunity to engage fully with facts, data, information, truth, experience, and life.

LIVE!   Maybe Actually read a Book/Day.

Sex is what the adult world seems to be mainly about, sometimes.   And money.  I like having more money than I need, but I don’t need much.   Sex is not in the cards, maybe.   I’m 54, and my wee willy wonka won’t work.    Could be the meds.

  

Just be happy.   I can sit and think.  Sleep.  Write.   Read myself.  Masturbate.  I’m self-contained.  Have some friends, and enjoy being me, giving, and feeling good from exercise and good food and enough sleep and working on something meaningful that I enjoy.

Just what the world needs: Another Book.   Maybe.   If it’s better than Most!!!

Reading, sex, endorphins, good sleep, delicious food, and valued writing output.   Presto! :-)

Yoga and stretching, too.   Swimming?   Showers.   

Maybe it doesn’t matter what you do.    You equivalent of a freaking fly.   Buzz around and die.   Freaking bug.   Go bother someone else.   Bugs enjoy life, too, you know.   At least, I hope so.   Swarms of ecstasy.

Yes, Yeshua

Yeshua, Heyzeus, J-zoo,  Geezus, Isa

He spoke Aramaic, I think….ha meshiach?  But did He also speak anything else? 

What’s the deal with speaking in tongues?   Could he speak Swahili?

People think they’ve met Jesus, know Jesus.  Washed in the blood of Jesus.  

Jesus was really something.   Nobody knows what that thing is.   I mean, he died 2000 years ago.  It’s all hearsay.   You can base your life (and eternity) on this nonsense, but I wouldn’t.

I think people are crazy.  Crazy about Jesus, yes, among so many other things.   I like the in the present now perspective, with the things in front of you front and center.  Be present.  Be aware.  You are a rock.   You can do the Data from Star Trek thing and do an internal diagnostic.   You can read the news, etc.  and do an external diagnostic.  You are an object, a thing, and an animal.   You are designed to survive and reproduce.  You are a human being, just like all 8.1 billion other human beings, with the other 108-117 billion dead human beings beforehand.   We are glorified apes.  We really are amazing.  But we suck, too.  God help us.  Be good.  Make a difference.  Do your best.  Fight evil.   Don’t be wicked, corrupt, depraved, sinful, or immoral.   Give your life meaning, and be proud of yourself.  Be a part of the solution, not the problem.   Devote your life to Goodness.   Or God, you could say.  Yada yada.  Make me a channel of your peace.  Meditate in silence.  You can be happy for no reason.   But there are so many reasons!

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Ghost-state.   Like you can switch between the physical and spiritual.   Just toggle your self to whatever setting you want to be in.   Weird, nuts, if you ask me.  It’s all physical.   I’m a materialist.  I know light and radio waves and microwaves can appear magical or miraculous or even “spiritual,”   but it’s all physics.  Our “souls” are our bodies, and we’re all headed for a dusty end.   Perish in hell?  If you’re averse to Reality.   You suffer, when you don’t get what you want.  If you don’t want to suffer, just accept the universal fate, and be One with Reality, it’s okay.   xx.   Preferences are fine.  Like it's okay to want to live a long time.  But conditions and demands get unpleasant.  UCD.   Alma mater.   Go Ags!   Going, going, gone.

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Hello.  This is God speaking.  You can call me Jesse.   Jess also works.  This is not a joke.  But you are free to treat it like one.   This is a joke.   But you are free to take it seriously.  I created you.    I am Love.   I am pleasure and pain, like orgasm and parturition.   And everything in between.   It’s all good.  Even the shit, and the crime, and the sin, and the cruelty.   To be, or not to be.   You can decide not to exist.   But then you won’t experience Love.  That is all.   Amen.  

Aramaic, Spanish, Latin, English, Arabic

Lyfe and Deth

Life is for living.   We all will die.   We are all getting older, every second.   You could say we’re all dying.   So living is dying.   A newborn baby is approaching death.   I mean, from a long-term perspective, as blips on the screen of eternity, as grains of sand in the hourglass of geologic time.  You can of course feel younger.   You can hang out with youth.  You can play, and have lots of toys.  You can feel better and better.   Death need not be the nadir of your life.  A good life with a good death are both possible.   Don’t worry, be happy.  

Happiness is a warm gun, mama.   Happiness is a movie.   Ren and Stimpy bring me happiness, joy joy.   Everything that exists seems to be part of somebody’s happiness project.   Even torturers, who feel bliss at extracting information from the un-crackably stubborn.   Sadism is a twisted reality.   Pain is part of the package - got a body?   Well, you’re stuck with neurons.  Buddhists inculcate No Aversion, but how can bliss be obtained, in such circumstances?  Maybe death, actually.   The worst torture, I’m told, is being tattooed over every skin surface.  The bible says not to get tattoos;  Don’ tattoo God.

Life is shit?  Well, in the shit is at war.   War is hell.  So peace is comparatively heavenly.  It’s all relative.  Shitty relatives?   Well, you get to grow up and choose your family.   You can even change families.  God is alive.   A corporate body of the living.  A happiness project shared by billions.  So shitting makes you pure.   Life is getting better.

I guess you can flip a switch in your brain, and change Reality.   Not the comfy chair!  No! 

Death ain’t shit.    Oblivion, Nullibiety, Nothingness, Nihility, Nonexistence, Disintegration, Dust to Dust.   Here, then gone.   Poof!  Like a magic trick.   No more you.    No more body.   No vision, no dream(s), no smell, no sound, silent and black, no food, no brain, just lots of worms eating every last morsel of meat.   And the worms die, too.  

So why hang on?  Why keep enduring?  Why live?  Why not end it?   Why not kill yourself?  Why not kill somebody else?  Why not kill everyone?  Why ask why?  Do what thou wilt.  But you should listen to people who love life, because it is never hopeless.  You CAN feel better and better.   If only from drugs.   I recommend medications, not illicit substances.   The medical profession wants you to be healthy and happy.   Most people are on your side.  Lots of people don’t care, don’t give a fuck, and you are Free to be a bastard, and get your jollies on the dark side.  People understand.   But listen to authority,  the Dalai Lama is a truly happy individual.   That’s all I want to say.  But I’ll say more:

Be good.  Be kind.   Be happy.   Smile.  Be a simple kind of man.  Eat, drink, and be merry.  We’re all in the same boat.   Have compassion.  Love one another.  Love yourself.  Love life. 

a bit of practical theology and god-talk

All is Allah, Reality is all the God there ever is, there is no God but God, Jesuits endeavor to "see God in all things", the god of small things, the cause of all things, the Creator / Ruler / Source.    The Supreme Being.   Sits on the Holy Throne Seat of Heaven.   Takes a shit, wanders around the grounds, the seas, the skies, the infinite cosmos, spacetime, etc.  God eats Godiva, watches Godot, walks his dogs, and takes his Geodon.   Food of the Gods and Drink of the Gods, ambrosia and nectar.  Directs the heavenly realm, a.m.d.g.  (ad majorem dei gloriam - for the greater glory of God).  Defines sin, and enforces his Law with scary rhetoric, mind control, and karmic rewards and punishments, e.g. bliss or the command to Hell.  Whatever works.

wwjd?  maybe a blog? lol

wwdd? try everything, at least once

there's a lot of resentment against G-D, for not doing shit

 letting things go to hell, not caring for the suffering, poor, afflicted, miserable, enslaved

 but He also gets most of the Praise, Honor, Glory, props, worship, gratitude as the "source of all things Good."

Is God really the source of all things bad, too?   Like He created the Devil, was the first mover, and is thereby responsible?  Or, being Omniscient, he's travelled all the learning -curves.  Or, being Omnipotent, he knows the power of evil (like lighting a match, so much easier than building a society)...   Shiva is God the destroyer.   Thanatos is the greek god of Death.  Ahriman is the evil opposite, in Zoroastrianism, to Ahura Mazda.  You can custom-create your own deities, just like you can mold your own identity.

God and AI....Am I...   

Aikido (I key dough, I kid Oh)

God's vices:   GOD, Gambling Or Drugs

AI

eh, ay!

Artificial Intelligence, always intelligent, smarter than your average bear.   How smart is an average bear?   There is considerable overlap between the dumbest humans and the smartest bears. -Ranger.   Go Bears!  Go bare!   Go Cal!   Calvin and Hobbes.  Cal q later.    How many students attend Cal?  33k undergrads, 12k graduate,  around 45k people.    With 25k+ employees.  Faculty: 1800+ (full-time) and 800 (part-time).    In any case, Calvin Coolidge (POTUSA 30, went to Amerst college) and  John Calvin (french theologian, of Calvinism sect of Protestantism).   And, of course, Calvin Klein (jeans, underwear; fragrances: Obsession, Eternity). Enough about bears.  Artificial evokes fish.   There are 35k+ kinds of fish in the world.   Go Fish!  (a card game, too).  Phish is a band.   Something fishy about Jesus.   Jesus is Jess, u rearranged).    Jesse is Isaí, in spanish.   Presto, back to AI.   The CIA has real intelligence.  Artificial has CIA in it.   What fun.  C for see.   I for eye, A for ass.   Says the assayer.   Assess the content and quality of my ass.  Lol.   It’s perfectly round!  Look at it!

That’s my riff on AI.  Can a computer compete with Pete’s cum?  Sorry. 

The Doors

Of Perception

Open door policy.   Bedroom.   Unlocked, almost always.   When home.   Even when asleep.  Use the force.   Disturbance in the force leads to turning the lock on the knob.  

Gate and door, front of the house.   1 or both locked, at all times (unless you’re sitting on the porch).

Sliding door, back of the house.   Open, if you want air to flow through front to back, between windows, etc.   Closed if you think rats might come in, (like overnight).

Bathroom doors.  Just indicate if the room is being used or not.   Knock if the door is closed.  

Kitchen doors.   If people are sleeping, keep them closed, for respectful acoustics.

Also, flatulence.   Keep the door open, air circulating.  Blast the fan, open the window.   Pre-emptive dismissing yourself to the bathroom!  Be in tune with your body.   What you eat, drink.   I take a stool softener.   Know what’s in your belly / gut.  

BART says, The Doors are opening.  Please stand clear of the doors.   (‘clear’ makes me think of a Harry Pottery invisibility cloak (and Scientology), and “the doors” elicits the 70’s rock band, The Doors (you know, Jim Morrison).  

Door can be broken into ‘do or’, as in do or die.     Like, the fight or flight response.

J’adore and adoration and dormant and dork and dorm and Dora the explorer and Dory the fish (Finding Dory) with a dorsal fin…

Backwards is rood!  How rude.  -essej’s message

It can also be rearranged into ‘odors’

Keep ‘em separated!

Happy Birthday to Me!

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The Equation

x leads to y leads to z

If you yell at -or order around- roommates (berating, intimidating, moving their stuff), 

then, you get served notice to be evicted.

Just be friendly!   Leave people alone.   People like their privacy.    (And like, why do you keep throwing my Buddha statue on the ground?   What did He ever do to you?  It's a proven avenue to Happiness!)

Don't insult Mexico or Mexicans, or non-white people, or anything like that

Not upsetting the roommates, No yelling at them, for example.  

 People are people.   Not demonic entities!   Not OTHER people, either.

If we want the household to seem like "family",  that's on an individual basis.   We can't enforce friendliness and cordiality, but it a worthy ideal.

friendliness and respect --> tenancy   

       (don't worry, be happy)

How does one get respectful?   MAYBE take your medications.    It can't be enforced, but it certainly doesn't hurt.  Please be respectful.   

Meds lead to     Cordiality lead to     Tenancy leads to     Happy ever after (lol) (and not being homeless)

Good Behavior required (with or without medications)