Hey, How’s It Goin?
This can’t be the only thing about it. I mean, what could be it otherwise? The very nature of the fluke is that underneath it all there is the only thing about it that could very well be something otherwise. See, right there in the name, other why’s and if you think about that too much you’re down the why-hole which is kind of like a pie-hole except there is no delicious pie at the end so why go down the why-hole?!?! If your logic is so emotional that you aren’t even thinking anymore, then you’re feeling simple as pie, simply feeling pie, feeling like sugar and crust and delicious taste and you forget everything you ever learned about making pie becuase you are being pie and that’s what they tell you “Just Be”. Clearly they have never hung out in quick sand. Is that even a thing? Quick sand? You only see it in the movies. You never see it on the news – “man eaten alive by quicksand”, “today’s valiant rescue! quicksand averted, kitten still trapped in tree”. I think it’s made up. Total conspiracy theory. Does Not Exist. I have traveled the vast regions of the entire planet and even at the deepest depths of the Ocean there is no quick sand! If there were, we’d all go poof, “Quicksand at deepest part of the Atlatnic sucked in the entire planet like black hole”. Those don’t exist either. I mean have you ever “seen” a black hole? No, no you have not. Math thinks they exist. And we made up math. Therefore anything math proves doesn’t exist either. 2+2<>4 There. I said it. A global truth NO ONE is facing. There is no 2, there is no 4, there is only missing apples because I was hungry. If only you were laughing right now. You would be if it was 30 years ago, but now people actually think and talk like this so it’s no longer funny, it’s just plain scary. You are questioning my very existence at my very words spoken from my act of existing. Math found subatomic particles inside me and you can’t see them so 99% of me doesn’t even exist! Therefore, I am the 1%. I am the 1% of the me that exists.
Atomic elitist. That’s what I am. I fart in your general direction! Who farts on command? That makes no sense. I’m in a mood. Can’t you tell? Moody blues I tell you, with the power of 10 billion butterfly sneezes. …. …. …. sorry got lost in the part of the song with no lyrics and I can’t type in musical notation because … well, OK,if I REALLY wanted to I could spend all day digging up or existing out of thin air the Score to the section of the song I was hearing but you can’t read music and you can’t play all those instruments so it would be the height of all the fun without any reward because you can’t hear the song in my head which has now turned in to a different song … sigh.
Brain’s Are Weird.
never leave um laughing,
rant and the world rants with you,
laugh and you laugh alone,
except they can’t resist!
even the voices in your head start laughing,
and they more they try not to laugh, the more it slingshots greater laughing,
until your amplified choir of laugher carries your being the rest of the day,
enjoy,
~ moi