There Are Two Types Of People

By Scary Halloween

Those who ran to Canada and those who went to war. 

Without the wars (not all possibly) those could not flee and get to come back. Now I know some didn't flee, they stayed to fight in protest under the privilege of thosee who went to war. 

I'm not a war monger, but I do understand that Earth is primitive. I know now that it is the natural progression of enlightenment.  As much as you would like to think you are not primitive, you are. Technology is  only gadgets without God without love. 

People on Earth are  infants compared to the spiritual realm. 

But it is the dichotomy that keeps the struggle in balance, moving forward. Both sides in our time not wrong or right.  Fighting the insane for sanity. 

For me, I know this.  I also know that

shit, shallowness and stupidity from the pentacle rolls downhill and from the abyss seeps up through and

siting there trying to not laugh or go on a rant is the place of Torn.

TORN is the realization that life on planet Earth  is a house if cards. We are but cogs in the machine of absurdity.  

So, "To Be Or Not To Be?"

I prefer not to bother. I prefer to think for myself. I prefer a delusion over an Illusion.

What is the point? It is all going to go on without me. I'd rather not be known for participating in the farce, giving my manufactured consent to all the agendas of all the organizations.

Organizations are only has good has the people that run them are open, honest and fair.

I avoid organizations and their fear mongering, I just do my part in my 3 foot radius. 

Maybe I'm an anarchist but I think I'm  too indifferent for that.

Probably just a drunk. But in the end that makes me a citizen of the world. 

Where I live, I prefer the majestic gold gulp of cold nectar to the pretense of much to do about nothing. 

Bullshit is life,  beer is the reward.

And in my world  drunk and bloated, only the bartender can dance.

It is always good to move to another thing as you end a thing.

By Scoundrel Ghost

As I sit, computer nerds from the north to my left and cackling hens from the north to my right, stuck in the middle I appreciate  my southern way. 

I am solid, secure in how I learned through tradition to sit still, quiet pretending to be simple all the while lying in wait. 

A chameleon does what comes natural or a predator that  knows the value of patience. 

He says, " you are a bitch."

 I initially,  the lizard part of my brain says,

 " Don't take that shit from him. Tell him you'll bring your fists of furry that will  kick his fat sexually confused ass so fast he will find himself back to the 70's. " 

But that is just a  judgement based on his perforated leather vest and body tattoos, and the fact that he is the only one in here Cruising.  And my keen bias.

But that is one thing and my life consist of much other. 

So I defer to my  severe indifference that allows me my skippy attitude about life. 

Stay stagnant.? Or keep moving? 

I prefer to let live and let live but lie and wait, settle and score and move on.