Truck!

Truck!

Truuuuuccck.

Cruel, funny man. Why are you making your son so strange?

The man points at the spoon and smiles.

Son smiles back delighted with the strange smiling man and his funny sounds.

I’m sick of this concrete
I wanna feel natures feet
walk a street made of peat
So I can speak a beat so sweet
it’ll make you knees feel weak
can’t sleep

Just dream
Cause I’m holier then a light beam
So don’t fear my regime
Just join the team
and follow the word stream

Supreme, like the mother who made us
gave us lust, trust, motherfucking dust
which is what become
nothing but numb and dumb
when we ignore the war drum

That inevitable rhythm
that marks the human condition
perverse tradition
based in illogical cognition
So I’m on a mission

To change, rearrange your brain
teach you the rules of the game
to be fluid like the rain
and obtain the arcane

Watch the city to turn it to flames
Bubbling energy turns to games
Destruction as creation
Silently storms the imagination

A chaotic system placed in mind
Opposites that occupy the same state
of similar quality but of different kind
That sit and wait
Unable to change the waiter’s fate

The waiter waits, and waits and waits
Eyes staring at the city gate
Intensely focused on fire and ice
But all that he can create is advice.

“Don’t waste your life waiting”
He thought still debating
What to do now that he was done with his waiting

So down he walked to the bottom the hill
And snow fell new and fresh
So he lit up a joint and sucked in his fill
Until the chaos began to mesh

He held up his joint and covered the city
With embers smoldering at the gate
As snow fell and fell without pity
Until the entire city felt its fate

The city burned in snow as the waiter laughed
Convinced that he had won at last
But his triumph was all too soon past
As the time that time takes is often too fast.

His joint went out.
He turned about.
He climbed up his hill
And went right on waiting
Waiting till waiting was filled once more.

All of existence is non-simultaneously apprehended interacting processing.

All of existence is infinite regression.

All of existence is.

Infinity.

Therefore…
All of non-existence is not? Or is it?

Thanksgiving was an ancient American custom practiced until the mid-21 century. The purpose was to celebrate the incredible abundance and good fortune Americans had when compared to much of the world. The Americans celebrated their good fortune by gorging themselves on food, most notably the caracas of a dead bird known as a “turkey,” and a cake made from the innards of a large orange gourd.

Before the feast they would enjoy a parade, viewed on a hypno-box, in which giant facsimiles of idols from their capitalist religion (including the infamous deity Garfield, legendary for destroying the beautiful city of Lasagna) would be floated through the great city of New York. The parade was held in honor of one the highest capitalist powers, a god known as Macys. Macys was quite revered in ancient America, but she was a fading star. Shortly after the turn of the 21 century American religion started to shift towards monotheism. The new all-powerful god (”the one who was and who is and who is to come”) was known as Walmart. Walmart’s influence soon spread throughout the globe leading to a new era of religious warfare in which the heathens were brutally tortured and killed, and the believers were always treated to the lowest prices.