The other is here, yes.
El Chivo is just a habit.
A way of being.
I feel...like a distant memory no longer forgotten.
The one who put its finger to my lips and made that crease.
Shhhhhhhh
It was me, looking in the mirror.
I seem to have barged in on my own party and made an ass of myself.
Yes, it is just like I crashed my own party, drunk and reveling.
Now I am sitting in this seat.
I feel myself squirming under gaze.
“How mischievous you have been little goat.”
Tell me el chivo, what have you learned?!
Why do we meet here in fantasyland?!
Report!
...
Well...I chewed my grass and smelled the air and immediately said, all this seems alright to me.
In fact, it is just right, the best it could be of all possible worlds.
I don’t agree with most people about how to live life or die. So I am an agitator an outsider and scapegoat for the muppets. This is my current role in life. I am in betweener and thus may know all things. But little goats begin to wonder about wondering. Thinking about thinking instead of being here, wild and free. I agitated smelly, as I agitate it all. I take it as it comes, not how I want it to be. Look at the heart of any argument and you find a child wanting mommy and daddy.
I seem to be alive in a world of unconscious Zombies 🧟🧟 arguing about being a Zombie and how the Zombie world should be. I don’t care what anyone believes or doesn’t. I think we are all scared and denying our deaths. I admire people honest about this and not lying to themselves.
The ones who have faced it and stopped living in their imagined world, I call friends. For the others who don’t share my humor about it or view of life, we can get along even if we don’t agree. Acceptance is like water. You can’t stand against it. It just washes all over you eventually.
Yes, I gave up the dream of being a goat, now I am here goating in the flowers
hardly able to remember what all the fuss was about and I didn’t go anywhere or learn anything accept to stop resisting what is here.
Look around
What a wonder
Here we spinny spin spin
Love what you are
Love what you have
I don’t really know what love is
Rest in that
That’s what loving all of it means
To all those still fighting the good fight, I salute you! Make love, not war, love is war until it isn’t. Let’s give peace
a chance.
I am home, finally. I am at rest my friends and it is a good thing.
The best of things.
No answers or books or wisdom or teachers or gods or devils can I offer as cause of pain and joy, just this.
Just this now happening, that’s all I know.
...
And then the sky opened and smelly went on through...to the other side.
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