anyone watch the signs of the end times last night?
* to vanish up in smoke is the most beautiful way for dreams to die. the aroma is wonderful as well. i'm aging like a fine wine press once upon a time my pessimism went out for a walk. it was worse than he expected, so he came back. i order my priorities alphabetically. air comes first. i tried it with chinese characters and it did not work out. first was something to do with rice. don't worry, i didn't lose my mind. i know exactly where i left it. Jesus walks around saying I am this I am that, bread and wine, seed and sower, sheep and shepherd and on and on like he owns the place and or has never heard of the heresy of pantheism. a recurring dream that i am condemned to watch groundhog day every day for the rest of my life. hell is half empire, half marketing agency they are terrified that, after all the destruction, a seed might still germinate. i'd like to fool myself into thinking that my medieval profession would have been shaman, or at least some kind of craftsman, but it would most likely have been professional inn drinker the age when official channels of culture could tell the truth is long gone, but we've now passed the point where not only is it not true, and not convincing, it isn't even interesting or funny. it is just bad, mediocre, lacking in any style. we've done it. we've killed the idea of shared culture. i notice the same de-souling effect in 'internet culture' (which, besides, not being shared by everyone and shared by people not physically proximate, is not the same thing at all). i can't be the only one to notice the increasing staleness, and often vileness, of memes. you see this in every medium, music, book, film, whatever. if they come from the mainstream you know they are garbage one way or the other. no spark of divinity and creativity at all, as if made by robots. maybe i'm just old now and don't get it. if that's the case, thank you Lord. doctor, can you write me a prescription for some apotropaic magic. my wife found that there's something called 'chaos gardening' and came running to tell me i didn't invent it after all. although i object to the name, there is no chaos in my garden, only order yet undeciphered. there are so many miracles it's hard to keep up. that there is more than the ordinary world is almost too believable if you ask me. God is overdoing it, selling it too hard. there is no fine line, but a great abyss, between being a better version of yourself and being someone else better. Jesus said the seed must die, not that it must be killed everyone gets the ideas they deserve they like it when you're chill, but not when you're cold. don't drink and drive, smoke and walk.
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