posted on Jan, 14 2015 @ 10:46 PM
Care Bears and friends of Zeus come to mind when I think about the impending doom that 300 FPS cameras are sure to unleash upon or retinas.
I heard about Jesus, flying around up there in the can, looking for the place.
It used to be easy to find, but now, not so much.
Seems God slept through for a bit and the cancer of Man spread to the point of asphyxiation.
Was it really Jesus up there, forcing the old metal shafts to do their magic and pilot the can through God knows what kind of radioactive space
blizzard that exists beyond the great belt? Or was it another Class B castaway? Floating through the passage from being tossed to being found, to
becoming a nuisance. First it was Aunt Jemima, having being relieved of her duties as a the bringer of syrup. Now it looks like she's procreating
with the Marlboro Man. The two are a wreck of an eternal intergalactic pair. Fornicating well into the century with syrup and coughing and little
bits of horse poop strewn about. It's a ####ed up mess.
But why now, after all souls have witnessed the horror of banality, why now?
Who needs these guys and their fancy spaceships and their grand plans for our demise?
I heard Jesus, Gandhi, Tesla and Elvis where all the same. Margaret said God was an ancient Jelly Fish and that he didn't used to be God. A very
old tree was God before that. I also heard that the Sumerian kings where actually scientists that worked for time travelers from the future.
But one thing I do know for sure, because I know it to be true, is that we are not really here right now. We are actually reliving what happened a
few moments before now.
I cannot pinpoint how I know this, but I do believe if we could slow down for a moment, we will see that there is nothing there.
Well, nothing that can be seen by us. All that is, is a ignition cap, if you will, that sparks the now.
Oh for the love of me, why can't I find a smoke shop open at this time of the night in Colorado?