fragrant futures

Well into the new year, aren't we? At least since my last post. Taking a break from writing hasn't done anything for the writer this time. Time itself seems derelict and misguided, often running around in circles or just jumping over fences all willy-nilly with no regard to humans riding the waves and thus lost in all the confusion.

So the job i have now i've had longer than any other one so far. I'm not in the mood to mull over current work stuff, family stuff, or friend stuff.

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A current observation of the clouded skies details to me a future, that if i could sense, i would probably smell just as much see. The stagnation of humanity right now is stifling even to those who hide out in the crevices, trying to avoid being unceremoniously snuffed out by rich bitches and big wig bosses. The oh so generous cows who demand we suck off their teats or die. The stagnation of repetition. The repeater. Gallant in his prose, he seeks a different sky to write under. As if stars and moon were a barred cage and a lock.

A one man trip off this planet would need: A source of constant energy, i'll use the word "electricity" because most of the technology we have runs off "it". A source of food, and a form of protection for the fleshly meatbags our identities seem stuck in. Until self improvement rids us of the chains of chemical consumption, we remained fastened to technology.

I would rather just explore. I would forgo the pleasures of eating to not have to eat anymore. Lets say i could live off light instead. That would make more sense. And my body? a conglomerate mess of chemical programming that rebuilds itself; although on some ancient level compared to the simple "godhood" of being somewhat impervious or at least regenerative enough where damage was never final and only a nuisance. Right now my body will repair itself to a point; but it seems to have gotten lazy and refuses to do anything but scar and rumble when its hungry. Hungry for more. bah. I remember a time when exploring was unhindered by the extreme caution my fragile existence seems to demand. I want to see what else is around. Whatever i can. Whatever i haven't seen yet. Like the moon. Or wherever. I have no idea if there are hundreds of other dimensions, planets, or this silly world is just a soap bubble in a void of eternity. Maybe my intent to break through will be enough to pop it. I would hardly mind.

time and time again i wonder about Being the World. Its like the crown of being a God is just lying around; the empty chair built for a being who has yet to exist, supported by the thralls of lunatic (see: christian) followers. An entire planet of people vying and dying for someone to tell them what to do. Or something. Tell them that its all ok, more likely. Most people just want the reassurance that things are okie dokie and they can continue with the things they would like to do without fear of hassle or doom. But even that voice is nonexistent, outside their own heads of course. how would one assume that position? How does one convince everyone else that you are what they know doesn't exist but they pretend to so they don't go crazy?

Who would want to? Constantly having to babysit a bunch of whiny, greedy, loudmouthed violent humans. I'd rather sit with the livelier, playful bunch. Anyone who needs coddling should be left to themselves until their saviour shows up. (see: til they die.) I certainly wouldn't want to be everyone's god. Yeesh, what a waste of time that would be. Given any ability to travel where i wished survive elsewhere, i'd leave in a heartbeat in search of a livelier, adventurous crew.

A crew of people who realized that there were no gods that shaped the world more than they did. Like you do. Your thoughts are riders on waves of consciousness that permeate probably everything (if i knew it for sure, i would hardly have to write it down here in the intarweb as much as i would be able to just slide the thought like a buoy into a consciousness tidepool and wait for you to surf by and read the floating sign.

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anyways, i figured out how to grow money. of course, like all economic endeavors, its slow growth because of the limited income (seed) for the initial investment. But that just means its slowered down, not stopped. Growing up in FL means i have no patience for winter.

maybe i should learn some. So far i've learned how to maintain a nice lifestyle and have fun, without getting anywhere with my "hobbies" like robot building, spaceship construction, or any number of things that take money. its a good thing i hate money, or i'd be one sick son of a greedy bitch. All i really want to to do with whatever talent and skill (see: consciousness) i have is to go exploring, with friends if possible (unless i need to find them on the way.) I could just as easily become a powerful SlaveTrader on this planet like oh so many others, but there is no attraction for me in such endeavors. I could get rich (made up idea) with someone else's money (same people who made up the idea of rich and poor) for what? All i'd have left to do is to keep playing with money otherwise someone else (see: rich) will come along with some friends (see: government) who they've convinced that my "money" is actually theirs, considering i hypothetically stopped wanting more if after i hypothetically make tons of it.

Its a huge game i don't enjoy playing. it sickens me, its like playing monopoly with thousands of old smelly people, and everytime you roll the dice it sounds like babies crying. the ideas of ownership are conflicting with my ideas of survival.

a game i do enjoy is smash brothers brawl, on the Wii, which i've been playing all today and last night, and is why im still awake at 7am. wtf, i can't sleep on a normal schedule, but at least my plans for getting of this soggy rock of a planet are trudging ever forward.