Happiness

Rising from the Ashes of Zombie Death

And so we proceed...

The upswing has begun...

The greatest Gen has all but died and the Baby Boomers are dropping like flies (hooray). The future is all about change and the past must be remembered. There is a lot of work to do.

Monopoly is never beneficial.
Corporate media lies.
War is evil.
Secrets kill.
Justice is not blind.
Technology is opium.
Suffrage is an illusion.

You have only your chains...

Weakest links and all...

Towards the Dregs

Unconditional love and trust is a worthy goal. Where do we falter? Human design flaws create hindrances, but they account for little in the schemata. Hate and mistrust lead us by the nose and we become what we abhor. Envy and greed rule our way. Our religions profess to guide, but they linger on in some nether world while our gods become us and we hate them.

Non-machine humans know this too well.

The failure of our collective will is not irredeemable. However, we have failed in the short term.

Fear of the outside beckons us to extremes. Yet, we humans harbor no ill-will (in the long term) to the contrary. This is our condition.

Only a machination can ignore this trait.

Our masters have become machines; made in machine likeness and we humans welcome the next generation of machine help with reverence and exhilaration. Our guiding principals are grounded in numbers; first order business and such. There is only one god (the number) and it is eternal. None but the infinite can begin to explain eternity. None but the machine can grasp it.


Numbers underlie the truth of our existence (mind) and words bind us in this truth. Imagination and the thoughts we endure (heart and soul) are byproducts.

Balance is for ledgers...

21st Century Schizoid Man

Nuts Are In the Shell

Fact checkers,
Come to this,
With their own sets of thoughts and beliefs.
We are not going to let our world,
Be dictated by fact checkers.

We are the creators,
We create our own reality,
You are destined only to watch.

When we are done with this reality,
We will make another,
And another...

Such is our way,
We are the modern warrior.
Proud samurais,
Steadfast in our shiny suits of silk.

Heroic deeds done,
For the new feudal chieftains.
We are inking blood bonds,
Of a permanent void and an airy omnipotence.

Embrace each new reality,
As if it was your first.
We are the present,
We have no time for history.

SPACEMAN

RIP

Rocket Man

Fuck Authority

Oh, the many startling conclusions to be experienced.
The many truisms to be observed in this belittling life.
Where is the clinging hope?
Of bright words seeping into the ooze of humanic thought.
This is not a road of salvation or even a road of imaginary bliss.
We have exceeded the expectations of our totality.


It happens.

The hype we experience is but a glimmer on this silvery, blue mass,
Just one more shiny object to acquire in the grand nullification.

The time has past for pleasantries,
Embrace your future as if you have nothing to lose.
I don't have faith in any path a "leader" beckons.

We have reached a singular point in our (d)evolution.
We have come to a nexus of thought and scheme.

You and yours are not enough to combat what is to come,
This is the dependency on which all bets are called.

This can not be some sum game in some other's sum game.
We have forsaken ourselves and our "family" values for the sums we gather.
Pathetic beings whose VALUE diminishes with each dollar we cling to.

In some never, never land,
Life is not measured by dollars,
But sense...

This Old Man

A Foul Odor


Failure seems an only option.
Fail to the top,
Fail to the bottom.
Both sides (right and center) do it.
What's left is a shattered, crumbling wreck of fail.

No, more; no, More...
(No's plugs won't help.)
Mail fail and male fail,
Water wars and camp sites.
All around the world.

The proof of fail lies in the pudding,
Where monsters gleefully dwell.
Cynics ride the swell,
To the top of the shit pile.
A miasma of success.