So why not just post another driveling blogpost. Blog. Blog. Blogger. What would Charles Dickens think of this? There is no money in it. We are being fooled. This is volunteer work. The people reading should be the ones getting paid. That would be interesting. Is this life in the modern world?
John and Tom are speaking, but other people are listening in on the conversation. They are talking in a large room. This space is painted in interesting colors. Colors blend together to confuse the fragile gelatinous mind. This room is inside a green or maybe a purple gel tab, with all the intensity and reflections of the maze.
John goes by the name Eagle on this Day, and Tom is playing the Crow. Goose sits idle on the sidelines becoming a Jew among Jews, who plans to passionately convert the Muslim and Christian hordes back to their origins. Goose is screaming at Bear, Tiger, Panda, and the fool swine Hedgehog is painting his own delusions.
Eagle: I can't believe the stupidity of this modern world.
Crow: You fool, this moment, this distraction from itself, this is your delusion. This isn't even happening, and these swineherd clawfaces are still being fooled by the lie of separation.
Eagle changes the channel from CNN to the History channel where a documentary, apparently advertising the new Indiana Jones film, is playing. The search for the Holy Grail, the Ark of the Covenant, and the ancient stones of the lunatic guy with the overused crazy skull helmet, all pointing to the existence of an angry judgmental God.
Bear is hungry again, and stoned, and looking for mushrooms. The Tiger is taking over America. He has a plan to storm the Capitol with 50,000 peaceful marchers, occupying the White House, the Capitol Building, and the lowest class whorehouse he can find to appease the desires of the Hippy masses. The plan looks sound, and American Intelligence is certainly at this moment planning some appropriately idiotic way to prevent this chaos, and avert the catastrophically beautiful outcome of the movement's plan to move the Capitol to San Francisco. There, in the promised land, is waiting a whole congress of Peaceful geniuses and scantily clad gay bikers with rainbow flags and adorned bazookas. The future is inevitable.
Chipmunk: Oh how fun this global garden of Eden will be! How colorful!
George W: I don't like it. I'm a decider. I've made my decision.
Jesus Christ: Are you people still talking about me? Jesus H! Christ. Shut up already and stop lying about who my father is.
Crazy Black woman on the train in Atlanta (see youtube video below): Who wants to see Jesus Christ Kill George Bush?
Eagle swoops down on Jesus, and lands on his arm, which falls off quickly because he's been dead for thousands of years, and sadly it turns out, is not sitting on the right hand of God forgiving people.
Jesus: I'm Jesus, remember me? Son of Joseph. Prophet of unity and peace. Killing is wrong.
George W: Shut up son, you talking like a damn Terrorist agitator. You sound like an appeaser. What was your name again, sounds vaguely familiar? Think my friends in the Masons were talking about you, but I can't really remember, cause I was on Acid. Heehee hee. Think I have one of your crosses in my back yard, to remind me how innocent I am. Hehehe.
This is foolishness. Plain and simple, the voice, the voice. I have no voice. I am the sickness that lurks beneath the surface of your addictions.
I am Adam, who led my people out of the garden and into loneliness and separation. I am the original fallen Angel. I have many names. I am the snake. I am the rooster. Just kidding.
Eagle: aren't we all Adam's. Just a bunch of insane Assholes, who make each other feel good then bad, then good, then bad. At least that seems to be my life. From the bottom to the Skies, then spending a lot of time in the trees.
Crow: Let's go get drunk.
Badger: No I think an AA meeting would be better.
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