I know something, yeah, I do

Flying pigs swarming the planet smoking extra cigarettes, and drinking extra beers, bought with extra money they got from me. I sold them their own souls, you know, just like that. Fucking morons, fucking anomalies of sweetest persuasive measures to ensure their enslavement to me, just here to help. Yeah, that’s all. To rape and pillage and sell them new roofs and their own fucking cars, and everything else that they don’t really need, but damn do I make them believe that they do. I create a desire to do something, buy, fuck, whatever. And I make them use this instinctual desire upon encountering me, to simply sign up for an appointment to have a replacement estimate. You will buy, you will buy, oh, yes, you will, foolish mother fuckers. Yes, that’s my technique. Baby. Fuck yeah, I’ll sell them their worlds.

Tear that shit up!

Extra Shit

One of the most extraordinarily irritating things about possessing a high level of intelligence is the visible lack of logic the vast majority of humans behavior, such as, the other day, I was sitting on my porch, smoking  a cigarette, and drinking a glass of tap water, when some guy that I had met once before, came up to me and asked me if I had a dollar to buy a bottle of water, because, he had “forgotten his food stamp card,” at his house, which was a block away—a mere block down the fucking street.  First of all, I very well may have given him that dollar, had he not immediately proceeded to tell me that it was because he was too lazy to get his public assistance card at his house, a couple feet down the street. That, my friend, was illogical. I mean, I make around seven hundred dollars a week, and I don’t mind tap water at all. In fact, I don’t consider having enough money to buy bottled water. I guess, I should have given him five dollars to buy really good bottle of Perrier, now, my friend, that’s some good shit, a bottle of water of quality analogous to his apparent self-concept. Then he asked me for an extra cigarette. Fortunately, I had an extra Newport, which I made from my extra cigarette machine that I bought with my extra money. Hey, I may be crazy, but at least I don’t believe in the existence of anything such as extra dollars, or extra cigarettes, you know? Every pack of cigarette pack that I have ever bought has had exactly twenty cigarettes, no more, no less. If I would someday actually purchase a pack of cigarettes with more than twenty in it, well, I would consider that to be a freak anomaly and I would frame the fucker.  It seems to me that world is composed of two types of people: givers, or “generators” and takers, or “consumers.” The ones generate things are in actually, the slim minority, while the consumers, are the majority. Those who create energy are the ones with the “extra” cigarettes, because, apparently, they have an extra cigarette machine, which they purchase with their extra money. That money, of course, is from an extra, um, “terrestrial” place, apparently. I have not yet identified why some people generate more than others, but I have an idea. I believe it is a choice. If you want to make money, you can, all with the power of thought.  Conscious thoughts, especially positive ones, have a tremendous effect upon physical reality. Yes, since reality is mostly subjective interpretation of external stimuli, it all depends on how one interprets that reality, and, there is direct correlation between positive thoughts, and living a wealthy life. Having wealth is not really about having money; it is about having a sense of wellness, and satisfaction, in the give and take of karma and energy. The more you give, the more you receive. I’ve found that out.  You see, I have given so much away in the past three years, without any expectation of it ever being reciprocated to me, but even though, I did not get exactly what I gave, I received good fortune for doing so. I guess it was rewarded to me for being selfless.  I sometimes consider myself to be a cosmic entity, an empty shell that universal energy flows through. And the true nature of the Universe is one of kind harmony, which is why I do things to help other people. Spirituality is a very important thing to me, and I would like to evolve into the highest form of person I am about to be. Do the evolution, baby. 

After the Shadows

We lay, staring up at the brilliant stars,

Which shone in divine prescience,

Of what is to come-cosmic opportunities,

Possibilities, I close my eyes to see it all,

The glory of the future, our future, together,

Underneath Heavens dome, terraforming the world,

Through subconscious projection, of a better place,

A harmonious Universe, where the sweetness of equality reign,

And everyone has the chance for greatness, not just a few-but,

Everyone who understands and practices the laws of karma, and

Appreciates creation, generation, pain, sorrow, and embraces everything—

A supernova explosion of  lucidity, unequivocal clarity, where all is revealed,

One by one, harvesting the fruits of their labor, their effort to make a difference,

Even against the adversity and opposition of the majority.

The Time To Rise, Engaged.

The saddened setting sun, grows a great smile, as his life of shedding light up on the Earth was well worth it, and he would return to see everything again. His last rays seem to be his last effort to show his gratitude to the world, and he boys before his audience, descending below the green mountains. The stars are now visible, growing brighter than ever, showing the world that we are not alone, but instead are in so much celestial company, being watched by Ultra-Superior Powers, who seem to see between the words we speak, and hear our vibrations, reciprocating our energy if we chose to send it to Them, you know, Them, yeah, They are here.

Stepping through my Shadow

Through my Shadow, I step, to see everything is inside me,

The stars, the moon, a cosmic Brain,

You see forever, there is no more pain,

I have found something to last, I’m real, a Devil’s Dealer,

Flowing inside your dream at night, prowling the subconscious street, out of sight,

I can find you wherever you may go,

I don’t ever have to tell you so,

Now fall asleep, and I will greet you on The Other Side,

In The bright light, there’s nothing to hide-

Bear the torment of the Penance, for you will reap the

Gold in Heaven, all to you, you, you. In here, with me, your castle, our Dreams.

 

Ti Amo

There was once a time when I thought that if I were to stare into the moon, she would return, in the form of a lunar moth, to land on my shoulder and leave behind her cosmic dust. I was crazier then, but now, I’m certain that she will return in the form of fire in my hands, typing at rapid pace, just like before, when I was sitting in my room, my triangular room, hyperspace-traveling the distant planets with my caffeine/wellbutrin high pushing page after page of creative discharge from my fevered brain. Yes, and now, I feel that it is time I return to the stage, to cast away demons that stalk me, hunt me, worship me. You see, when you play with the extremes of human imagination, you tend to become a bit on the strange side, since your experiences are so bizarre, yet so vividly real. I’m a writer, god damnit. Of course I tend to be strange, as we all are, bumbling along in Kute Korrospondences, that make the undergarments of the known world go up to reveal pubic triangles, and cosmic clitorises that beg for release from their human bondage. I come to deliver your mental orgasms. I can do that, and all sorts of other things that will please your minds. Trust me, I can. Jump on the carriage of banal desires, and join me, and me, for a nice little tale about how I fucked myself last night.

Well you see, I’ve been working out, and the change in my physical body has become a big time turn on to me, so last night in my masturbation sessions, of which I much enjoy, I decided to engage in anal exploration. I put on my headphone and watched Katsumi getting it in the asshole, and I find myself  to be an open minded individual, who like to explore his sexuality, I was stroking my cock, and then my fingers of my right hand started exploring my anus, then I stuck my index finger up my asshole. It felt great, so I stuck two fingers up my ass, then I felt a bit gay about the whole thing, so I put on my pants and walked around the town, knowing no one knew that I just fucked myself.

 

The End.

Love, and my demons

 

 

                I suppose I should confess, I am not as crazy as some may believe, in fact, my altered sense of consensus reality is advantageous in many, many ways. For instance, I am not restricted to any one particular belief system, or general opinion of what is “real,” instead, I make up my world in my head, project my subconscious upon the world, and live in that. Quite simply, “objective” reality, is all what you want it to be. Measurable reality, I essentially inside one’s mind. The Universe itself is in  this head of mine, and I go where I want, see who I please, and fuck whoever I want. You may think of me as your resident demon, or something like that. I am mad, sure, bi-polar to the max, but people like myself are the ones who make the world go round. I’m the kind of person who walks around town with a smile on his face. There I a valid reason for this grin, you see, I’ve got something all to my own. I’ve got my imagination, and just a Mozart said, love, love is the soul of genius.

I'm Back, baby

Simple smiles are beautiful,

I see them in my dreams,

On faces of young princesses from another dimension,

Who light the our world with their silent symphony—

My brain fires double speed, I blink, then, they vanish in the sky,

The brilliant sky,  the velvet cake sky.

I feel the morning calling me, to walk down the street, to see them,

Happy in my secret masquerade of dancing along with change,

Entranced, terraforming the landscape with fierce determination for

Reaching her, holding her near to me, creature from my dreams, I see

You in the lighted ally ways of the night fantasies, of walking the city skyline.