there's fresh meat in the club tonight.........

Now I can't stop spinning. Been hesitant on amphetamines all my life; we should have made friends ages ago! The words are racing like chariots in battle around that fabled Colosseum where so many were butchered and forced to feast on dust for the delight of plebs and nobility alike, all sharing a good laugh for the blood and misery of others, those unlucky enough to get snared by the system, guilty of getting caught, nothing else.

when the woooooorrrlllldddd is sick

When? When is it not? Has it ever been well or the people inside it?

Money makes the world spin. Money causes avarice, hubris, divisions, prejudice, brings out the absolute worst in humans. If money is the principle operating factor of our world, what does that say about us? Rhetorical.

It's been a few years, but I'm still sharing some strains of Horselover Fat's mental anguish. Our gOD is sick, our gOD is jealous, our gOD will never be well. But that's all right, that's ok, because what we have in us already is greater than any god, any pantheon of the Divine. Every one of us is carrying Eternity. For some it's a stagnant pool in our bowels, for some it's nearing the boiling point at the highest point of the brain. Either way, it's there, with unbelievable potential to explode and flood the animal body with perfect Consciousness. It could bind all of us perfectly, create the unerring union.

OUR UNITED MINDS ARE EQUAL TO OUR CONCEPT OF GOD. That's all hE is: the immense power of our combined consciousnesses. Yet we're so far from completing a Universal Being. And there's no guarantee it's a reality. We could all fail and perish before ever coming close, that is, if we keep on the same path of global economy, senseless war, currency worship, self-imposed ignorance, comfort-seeking, apathy to the valid and imminent, and love for stupid, pointless trivialities (like the E! Network).

Whose world, or mine or theirs
or is it of none?
First came the seen, then thus the palpable
Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell,
What thou lovest well is thy true heritage
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee


Despite my indifferent and sometimes callous demeanor, ultimately I'm hopeful for this world that I hate so fervently so often. There is a way out of the great trash mountain that we've built. But just as a single cell cannot repair its inhabited organism's wounds, no one person can go it alone to cease this downfall.