In Motion, No Commotion
A mind not in motion creates commotion. I’m gonna sell this.
Old Time Pickle Barrel Game Show
Digging down to the truth of the matter sometimes leaves you with hitting the bottom of the barrel. I mean, there’s just no where else to go because the bottom of the barrel is, well, the bottom. That’s it. Going beyond that is like entering a whole ‘nother dimension which can sometimes be a good thing but most times it’s quite inappropriate, unconnected and has nothing to do with anything other than one’s own torment. Beyond that there is no recourse. Anyway, upon reaching the sludge, gunk and left-over animal parts, when one is right there in the middle of the worst part… what then? Do you take door number one and claw yourself all the way up to the top of the barrel, sparing no expense for the Tier 1 position? Or do you take door number two and become the Sewer King preening yourself before the masses as if you meant anything at all - especially to the other filthy swine on bended knee before you, which you just so happen to deserve whole-heartedly.
Oddz, Ends and Nothing At All
Can you see your own consciouness? That makes me laugh every time!
Good Morning America!
Welcome to the new ‘you’, the place you call ‘home’ and an ever-growing conspiracy of silence. Shhhh. Don’t tell anyone because if anyone ever found out anything at all, well then it would be curtains for the show. Please, go about your business as usual checking to make sure that your daddy is right there just over your shoulders. No, not that shoulder, the other one. Sleeping babes in toyland upon waking find comfort in food, fun and interacting with the spacial environment. Nothing like a little bumping into things here and there just for the fun of it. But you had better be ‘good’ or else the tooth fairy will come stealthily in the night and rip your heart out. Yeah, the smile and the smoking gun make good bedfellows - especially amidst all this gender confusion and moral ineptitude.
The Way To Happiness
Happiness is different for everyone. Some like it hot, some like it cold but all like it one way or another just as long as it gets delivered right to our door, preferably without having to sign for it because if we’re not at home it ain’t gonna get there. And even if we’re at home god forbid that we would miss the door bell. Oh well, just another day in paradise. For some, happiness is filling out the ‘correct’ paperwork so that our Masters will leave us alone. For others it’s work, work, working at the slave factory until we retire and thereupon give up the ghost solely because our Master has let us ‘go’. For others still there is the privilege of giving birth to another slave for the system ensuring that we were never wrong to begin with by dancing with the devil.
You’ve heard about ‘cosmic waves’ haven’t you? You know the one, about mysterious waves of energy emanating from god knows where but arriving none-the-less and making all sorts of commotion, stimulating ‘change’. Cool! Well. I’m here to tell you that as much as the New Agers want, better yet, yearn for whatever it is that is dancing in their ‘fashion sense’ heads this has nothing at all to do with one’s own little corner of the universe. And that ‘ascension’ thing just has to go, I mean where does this fairyland tale come from anyway, and no matter the level of current cgi ‘sophistication’ the painted picture is still just the same old pair of rose-colored glasses so delightfully perched upon the nose of willful imagination.
This Ain't No Planet Of Apes
The ghost of Christmas past. Or is it the ghost of a Christmas that is yet to be. I know for certain that present time is excluded but from that vantage point, oh what a view! I’m not usually physically conscious when the sun comes up but if you’ve ever seen the light with which to start a new momentous day then this is it. Please, take a moment to read and contemplate the perspective which lies just behind the words which are used to describe the entryway. It’s one of those things that can’t be said but can be pointed to and Virginia McClaughry certainly has done that for you, with great care and gentleness. I really hope that readers are able to see on through past their own convictions in order to comprehend and understand what is being said. It would make a world of difference. And in this world of constant difference, of toil, turmoil and struggle, the light of a new day is something I would very much enjoy happening. Go ahead, make my day.
This is a little note to explain something about the style of writing that I do. I do not follow rules of the so-called road preferring instead to use them as a basis of understanding in order to move past conviction, convention and any other ‘con’ in current use or fashion today. If you can imagine that 7th grade English teacher wielding the ruler of use, all prim and proper like, then you can also imagine the rogue whose aberrant behavior creates enough discomfort to curdle milk and so should be avoided at all costs. Programming is like that, stimulus response to predicable events. That is not why you are here.