Peppered Watermarks are my Brain

I once believed in sleeves. Now I can see that I am me.

Peppered watermarks are my brain

I am flitting and indecisive

I cannot breed I have no teeth

Marijuana is the American Dream

Karma has been stolen from God

Your father is your God

God is your father

Your father made God

God made your father

You made your father

You made God

You are God

God is flitting and indecisive

He cannot breed and has no teeth

Someone stole your Karma

You are a horrible father

Your road kills have been noticed but have gone uncontested

Your cities are falling into disarray

Your own anarchy achievement was your creation to destroy yourself

If you are the father, son and Holy Ghost, you are the only one on earth and you are playing the entire game alone

To make you forget you are playing alone

I have discovered this.

Now I know I am alone.

You are alone also.

I created you because I am you. But I know this and you do not.

So quickly decide what you know before you disappear in a cloud of smoke.

I don’t see many of you following me.

You are the characters dropping out of my life,

Slowly the connections in my life dwindle down and are introduced, the same characters that have been here before with different faces, barely, I am not too creative to fool myself.

The question becomes at what point has my usefulness receded and how deeply imbedded am I in the mind of my maker?

I am the maker so deeply immersed in my game I have succeeded in a virtual reality, if I can actually figure this out before another winner is declared, before the game is over.

The prize being immortal realization of loneliness -

Until I can create the next diversion in my mind

Replacing myself with some other clever thinker, some enlightened achiever of Nirvana, ready for endless blissful emptiness.

There is no pain in emptiness.

I hate pain because death is pain.

If I can escape pain I can escape death.

I can escape death and become empty.

If I can become empty I can escape death.

I can hate empty and make someone else become him. I will then disappear knowing that hate is the answer, except that hate could be licking, in which case I could become licking. I haven’t quite reached that point yet.

However, the sun was also blue when I forgot to look at it and that means that I am in love.

Being in love means that I have a kindred soul and I am not a unique individual. I am but  a character in a play that God wrote. I am a part of God, for he created me. God saw my place in the world; I play a role in his play to help him to come closer to his means of achieving licking. Maybe I can one day become empty but I might be stuck to the earth. However, I am not. I do not plan on being lonely. There is nothing wrong, Zooga remembers what to do. Scat suck bubble wrinkle saddle smashing leather munchers ball rub claustrophobic mud talking.