I’mma setup,then I’m going to work on Kevin’s music.
Because something is missing.
I think it’s outlet.
A good barometer for How you’re feeling.
Gotta have outlet π
Like a huge mass of land,and telling all the homeless people of the world “come here”
If you can make it here, I’ll have a little cube house setup for you.
And you’ll be fed and allowed to bathe.
And then you’ll feel like a human again..
After that?
We assess you.
We’ll find out what flavor of crazy you are and if that flavor is dangerous… we’ll send you to the South end of the compound..
Everybody else gets a tiny cube house.
And we all hang out and talk.
And there’s a little police force that politely keeps us in check.
And we have doctors in staff,and therapists, and we want to talk to you.
More than that, we want to hear.
We want to know how you ended up here,so that we may help the next line.
Want to dig to the root.
And understand.
And have you understand..
And the world won’t be able to get to us,
And we won’t have the same hang-ups that they have.
And we’ll be safe.
We’ll thrive.
The water will be fresh and the food real.
And you can bring your pets, and your addictions,and your shopping cart full of your life..
Bring it all.
We’re here for it.
(might want to let the crazies engage in physician assisted suicide)
Meh, we’ll cross that bridge once we get there, I’m just enjoying the daydream.
Solar electricity.
Commune.
A community in peace ποΈ
(and crazy as f***)
Yeah..
That’s crazy talk π’
The number is one thousand.
Give me an army of homeless people, I’ve seen them, they don’t have anything going on right now.
An army of 1,000.
Give them to me.
See what happens?
Hehehehehe..
Fucked up to daydream about helping people, lows..
That’s what we live in,just saying…
To have any fantasy of positivity… It’s fucking mad..
And that’s a bummer.
And this is your world.
Fuckin bummer..
Bleh ..
Maybe five.
Maybe I could take five homeless people.
And it would be like Willy Wonka, we will give them golden coffee cups…
Honestly, I think most of these people just need a bath and a shave…
I think if they had any chance at square One, more would take it than you think..
Square One.
The place you start out from..
Square to the motherfuckering One π.
Home base, relocated to the guttah.gutter .
Gutter gutter gutter..
(what are you doing? π§)
I don’t know,,I’m just…it’s stupid.
(it is)
I know,I just…I thought I could talk.
(that’s stupid)
I know.
(an army of homeless people is a really stupid idea)
But funny,, You could show up at political rallies, You could bus them in like Jim Jones…
An Armada.
A very strange Armada..
(you’re retarded dude)
Yeah.. sometimes..
Oh well π
…….
It wouldn’t be so crazy if we reduced the global population..
It wouldn’t.
(and cats are little spiritual angels ,sent to guide us)
And reality is an illusion.
It’s all fake.
(and the Sun is going to explode someday)
And the stars line up in fast forward , and all life is spiraling outwards and the now doesn’t matter because it’s less than a blink.
And the only way you truly exist is in the arms of your galaxy, spinning out in fast forward.
Life repeating itself,over and over, cycle and speed.
Zoom out.
(and God is watching)
Something.
Something caused it.
The noticing of both the split second and the billions of years.
And it’s Rinse and repeat π
As time tramples forward.
The Chaos of it can be terrifying..but it’s “just”
Seems like nature has a sense of justice βοΈ
Indiscriminate..not like us..
The Christmas lights of souls, stretched over a black tarp.
You blink here,you blink there.
You were here and then you’re gone.. but the whole thing keeps going because that’s how it’s setup.
Kneel.
Bow down before the awe of it.
Gaze, and be humbled.
Let the reflection of eternity show in your eyeballs..look at it.
So much bigger than you.
On a scale that your puny little brain cannot comprehend!
So close to endless.
So near infinite.
And you think you’re so important,down here, in this one little now…
This one blip.
This nothing…
I find that you fuck up when you forget it.
When you stop thinking about the size of it.
Death can humble,
Humiliation can sting,
Abuse can alter course..
But nothing… nothing changes what you are.
How small.
How unimportant.
Nothing…
Nothing…
(summary?)
There’s a lot of reasons to be happy.
And each day isn’t promised.
And we are but blinks .
Blips.
Little firings of light.
And you can’t put your nuts on the universe..it’s just not possible….