Thank you Daniel

Where did you get that line, where did you get that look? Where did you get that pension for destruction in the way you talk? Where did you get that ride? Where did you get that rocket? Where did you get that painter in your pocket?

A disclaimer of sorts.

To understand, one must listen to the album Destroyers Rubies, by Destroyer while reading "Machinations, Why?, and Experimenting." Why so, I don't know. It is a slammin' album and if you don't listen to it, do not scratch it off your list. You know what I mean. All in All, listen to the LP, the wax set, the vinyl of vinyl, and free your thoughts. Perhaps discover what it means to actually free your thoughts and discover. Become one with all and relish in it's beauty. If you don't give a shit, then there is no need for me to dissuade you otherwise, for your mind is made, and someone, something is leading you in the way that you should go. Press on sailor. May the catch be unlike anything you have ever seen!

Oh, the machinations, the feeling, the realization.....

I sit, and feel upset that I cannot Portray my feelings, my emotions as one might in the face of ultimate doom, despair, perhaps even loathing, failure, or even success. Who would have imagined it, success to the author but to no one else. Bless those who were torn apart by the UN-heard destruction. Lay in rest upon the hands of the most benevolent. The one that invites, the one that has no qualms, the one that is sure of all, and unsure of nothing. Be still, understand, or participate in the understanding. I should bring it to the attention that the water smells, looks, and tastes musky. OK. It is still the liquid that sustains my being, and for this I feel that i should not complain, for to complain would be to argue the spontaneity and purpose of my thoughts and cycle.
Why? Oh..But why not?
The song so drifts to my ears and regardless of all the shit, carries me away towards solitude.

The why?

Well, after my delusional trip, I'm pretty sure I just sat and pondered the phenomena of my existence. What i know, is that it was salty, but bland, and that i was eager to drink it in. I don't regret anything, because to have regrets is to question the very blood that runs through one's veins. OK, straying off topic, fuck, who am I kidding? What is topic? What is everything else? Not my questions to ask I guess because I cannot answer them correctly. The fresh, clean water is very much enjoyable, according to the advertisements, it uses less plastic, and is more ecologically friendly. But, all things are foreshadowed in lies. Be it cotton candy, or the assassination of the "once and future king" of the Americas. We live in a land, nay, a world of consumerism, and it is so strong, that there is nothing that one can do to battle this gigantic beast of burden.
The land runs free, and the water still flows, but forgive me, some are hungry for more than freedom. Many are hungry solely for their offspring. Forget the lonesome children. Many are raised by the world. The wold is a strategic hunter, and it behooves one to learn the ways of the wolf, But mastery of it's art is a different thing. The wolf is invincible, it turns into children as disguise. It sips brandy while we nap.

Experimenting with.....fuck it!

Well, seeing as how I am unable to type, I think that I shall just type regardless. I hope that i do not fatique the serious of many, but who am I to exemplar? Ok... I am awake, I am surrounded by half-ass illuminescencse (I don't know if that is a word. I don't know if anything that I am speaking is a word. If I were a teacher, would I be terminated? Anywho! I sit, mingle, ponder. I do not care if there were a gun pointed to my head, but certainly, If there were a gun pointed toward my head, I would be very nervous. Cincinnati, I remember. Remember that. Remember this. I remember the certain amounts of spring and summer, and I contemplate the amount of time one would spend reading this gibberish, this bullshit, but what else? Sleep? Transcendence? Ok, my garden of lies. My shallow coral reef of the things and words that one would expect from write. Oh, how failure I have become. Learn from these. Build off of these small business examples. But what if it is all wrong? What if I am doing things the opposite of the way they should actually be done? Have I made a waste? Have i typed my way into oblivious refuge? Whatever the fuck any of the following actually means. HaHa Ha.