IF YOU PROMISE NOT TO TELL...

At what point does preference become prejudice? Acquired taste become discrimination? Does a conspirator become a tyrant only when they stop needing to conspire? Would two tyrants meet in an oval office if one preferred a square one? At what point does personal choice become an offense against common decency? Impartiality become a judgement-call? Self-effacement a crime against your own humanity? If everybody had no opinions would that level the playing-field? And curve balls would be a crime against fair-play? If secret agendas were no longer secret, would that be an end to fascination? If nobody had any imagination, would that be a good beginning for equal rights? If everybody was equally right, would that be a bad beginning for a hearty debate, or a sound recipe for inoffensiveness? If actions speak louder than words, does that mean somebody is always not listening? If all you hear is the sound of one hand clapping, does that mean only your mother is in the audience? At what point does nonsense sound perfectly reasonable?

If you have no reason to live, does that mean you have to follow your intuition? At what point does intuitive initiative lack conviction? When nothing works best, why would you do anything to spoil it? If everything comes to those who wait, it must be best to do nothing? But you may have to talk it over with your therapist. Put your mind in somebody else’s hands, you must be desperately in need of losing control? If somebody can control your mind, they can obviously change it. So, no matter how many times you think you’ve changed your mind, you need to be aware somebody might have already changed it for you. And the more obviously you think you’re being fooled, the more subtly you’ve been fooled again! No fool like a well-practiced one. I should know, I’ve been practicing it all my life. So, I just need to know I’ve been fooled by the best! If not for the better, I don’t feel any worse for it. I must be one of the lucky chosen ones, deemed not worth worrying about, because nobody listens to him anyway and he has about as much influence on the world as an air-bubble in an ocean of Coca-Cola…

Unless, of course, they are controlling my mind to think that? So, I don’t go parading myself around telling everybody they’ve been fooled. And the truth is to have a mind of your own. Which is not as easy as it sounds. How to prove that you’re minding your own business and not being fooled again. Where that belief comes from is anybody’s business who might want to control it to the point that that everybody changes their mind at the same time! And we all live happily ever after. At least till somebody changes their mind or dies in the process of not needing to think about it anymore. Which must be a mental condition of being hidden out of sight and surely uncontrollable? Another fool bites the dust! We’ll never have to change his mind ever again!

Is madness a judgement-call or a plea for equal rights? An imaginative leap of faith or an utter lack of it? Is lack of faith the upside or the downside of rational behavior? Or just something that gets lost in the over-crowded middle? If men were not built to protect woemn, why would women protect me from their own insecurities? And vice-versa. Without vice would there be no virtue? So it would be virtually unimagineable to consider otherwise. If everybody always considered otherwise would that be a good beginning for debate? Or a sound rationale for battling it out in no-man’s land, where only women have been invited? Take sex out of the equation, all that’s left is a theory of relativity? Which sounds like a conspiravy to me. Trust the science and intuition be damned! Somebody has to pay for my intuition…As for gravity, it just brings me down…

At what point may the truth be less preferable than the lies? And being foolish is just having the time of your life. Being wise after the fact is a death0wish for people who can’t get out of their right mind. And what’s left? Aye, there’s the rub… Intrigue is not something I’m not intrigued by. Which is intriguing in itself. To have an utterly coherent explanation for everything would be a forensically clinical summation of critical thought altogether. Is that one definition of artificial intelligence? If you step in a puddle, be sure to step out of it before you dry yourself off. Everything you can clearly see is definitely hiding something. If somebody is not telling you something, they probably won’t tell you again. Who would I be if I’m not myself today? Ask any actor who will tell you they are not pretending anymore. If you really have to work at it, does that mean you’re not trying hard enough? A stitch in time is not what it seems. Seamlessness is but a segue to knowing you undoubtedly have to start all over again…

Is it kudos to the tricksters? They are so damned good at being bad. It can make your heart bleed to believe such genius would demand so much suffering and slaughtering of innocence to satisfy their inspirations. Couldn’t they just fulfill their druthers on Netflix and leave us to our own imagination in peace? Why would anyone want to rule a world they didn’t create in the first place? Where did all that evil genius come from anyway? To bvelieve you created yourself (or your parents did) must be the greatest foolishness of all. A real trick-shot in the dark. Would somebody turn the light on…Is Lucifer really rising, or is it the Devil damning Himself to endless sequels? Just for the hell of it? Which season are we in at the moment? I should watch more netflix. I’m sure they’re telling us one way or another. It’s a shame everybody seems to prefer Tic-Toc. So, they’re only getting brief excerpts of humanity’s foolishness. Our own controlled opposition? A proliferation of podcasting, the truth or otherwise. So much other-worldly wisdom going on…Alternative insights, historical oversights leaving you to decide who is telling the best truth. Is truth relative or is that the biggest lie? May as well believe reality keeps changing its’ mind. In an age of digital fakery beyond your wildest imagination, proof and evidence is as admissible as Dolly Parton’s changing hairstyles, when everybody knows she is totally bald?? After a while you can feel like you’re flogging dead horses going round and round and round on a carousel that’s running out of time…Was Joni Mitchell on the CIA payroll? Is Paul McCartney really somebody else, who not only stole his name but his talent too? You can really groom genius. Or slip it into their sleep-patterns, so they don’t even know their own mind any more than Sebastian Bach knew how to break-dance. Life is just a bowl of iron-filings, magnetically sucking up regular cherries to put on top. It can practically take your breath away. You may choke on your own amazement. Lost in the labyrinth of idoling by the sidelines. Where do you draw the line if there are two sides to every equator? You can cross it on a map, but you still can’t make it think. A horse! A horse! My ding-dong for a horse! I wish to ride into battle on a jellyroll!!!

It’s only words. But words are all I have to take my mind away… jesus, they can have it! I’m sick of thinking about it. And do they have a cure for that! “They” being who they tell us they are. But at least they know they are lying. In a bed of Rosicrucians, who gets to sleep in the bottom bunker? It’s a serious question. If only the answer was really a joke, maybe we could all die laughing our way to the bank of that river of no return! Was Marilyn Monroe really an egg-head with an IQ of presidential proportions? The Rat Pack just a bunch of Mafioso snitches, who would sell each other out for an invite to Bohemian Grove. A snitch in time could save at least 911 lives from sailing off into oblivion! Does Madonna really believe she will live forever on a stage of Satan’s making, surrounded by a cabal of dancing Nubian castrata wearing only sweaty jockstraps? See next week! When it all comes out in the brainwash!

Synthesize! Synthesize! I believe Albert Pike Moog said that. And we all thought it was perfectly natural. But nothing is natural unless we are told it is…Talent, hard work, narcissistic tendencies and a commitment to spectacular excellence! The blood-red carpet awaits! No more ritzing in some cheap diner. Before your Waldorf salad goes cold, you need to fill in your application form now! With a DNA sample, of course. We can’t be too careful. There are a lot of phoneys out there. We should know, we either put them there or left them in that cheap diner, sitting ducks for a drive-by suicide! “We can’t tell you how proud we are!” We’ll just leave that to your imagination…