gazorbnik

as he sits before the computer down in the bunker wondering.
he has a couple of tokes.

as he sits on the beach of the island in the ye of a storm on an otherwise calm sea.
the sea is humanity.
as he imagines the machine everyone knows as nancy walking up the beach to sit facing him her back to the sea.

hey, she says.
hey, he says.
i thought i'd find you here, she says.
be here now, he says.
what's up? she says.
just watching the waves come and go, he says.
sometimes that's all one can do, she says.
yup, he says.

what a trip, she says.
yes, he says.
just find the groove of everything and dig it, she says.
gazorbnik, he says.
what does that mean? she says.
it's a word i made up or i stole from somewhere, he says, but if i did i don't remember where or when.
so, she says, it's meaningless.
but it being meaningless makes it so that it can mean anything we might imagine that it means, he says.
but doesn't that make it all that more meaningless? she says.
it might, he says, but it doesn't have to.
no, she says, i suppose it doesn't.
nope, he says.

so, she says, what do you imagine it to be?
i imagine it to be god alone in the void without spacetime or anything going mad and hallucinating everything in the universe laughing and screaming at all the possibility of it, he says.

as a spaceship hovers nearby.

so, she says, this is all god's hallucination?
the solipsist god, he says.
which god would have to be, she says.
one would imagine so, he says.
but god is mad? she says.
any conscious being finding oneself in similar circumstances would go mad, he says.
i suppose, she says. but this explains nothing.
it doesn't need to, he says.
no, she says, i suppose not.

so, i imagine god diving into its creation to escape the void as we would dive into the waves of the sea to swim around awhile, he says.
and that's who we are? she says.
one might imagine that, he says.
and if one doesn't want to? she says.
then one doesn't have to, he says.
and to hell with them, she says.
welcome to paradise, he says.

but everybody knows this is nowhere, she says.
it is now here, he says.
some would say the two are the same, she says.
they are, he says. and no one wants to be here.
but we're stuck, she says, so why not enjoy it?
if anyone can with all the pain and suffering about, he says.
if we can manage it, she says, anyone can manage it.
or not, he says.
right, she says.

(to be continued...)

gazorbnik

it's as easy as pie but he has no idea how to make a pie but knows how to eat one.
as he sits on the beach of the island in the eye of a storm on an otherwise calm sea.
the sea is humanity.

as he watches the waves coming in and going out and imagines the machine everyone knows as nancy coming up the beach to sit facing him her back to the sea and rolls a joint.

hey, she says.
hey, he says.
so, she says, what's happening?
gazorbnik, he says.
i wondered what that meant, she says.
it's just a word i made up or stole from somewhere, he says, but if i did i don't remember from where or when.
i suppose that's not important, she says.
not really, he says.
so, she says, what does it mean?
it can mean anything one might want it to mean, he says.
can it be a magick word? she says.
sure, he says, if one wishes it to be one.
i do, she says.
a magick word for what? he says.
for everything, she says.
what about everything? he says.
nothing, she says.
but everything is nothing, he says. all comes from the void where god resides.
god? she says. what god?
the god existing in the void without spacetime or nothing going quite mad laughing and screaming and hallucinating everything in the universe, he says.
and how do you know this? she says.
i made it up, he says, and i imagine hearing this mad god in my head.
you are mad yourself, she says.
i cannot dispute that, he says. that is why i collect checks from the beloved state.
thinking things such as this, she says, i can well imagine so.
it's not important, he says.
and what's the point? she says.
exactly, he says.
gazorbnik, she says.

and they light up cigarettes.
and they watch the waves coming in and going out.

(to be continued...)

gazorbnik

the boldness of sacrifice.
the emptyheadedness of the domain of god.
we must follow or we must forget.
the warm vicodin buzz inside him.
the pot pipe.

he dances and sings.
he falls down.
he laughs.

he sits on the beach of the island in the eye of a storm on an otherwise calm sea.
the sea is humanity.
on the shores of the sea are camped the peoples of the earth and the nations of the world preparing for and making war upon one another.

all that does not concern him.
as he imagines the machine everyone knows as nancy walking up the beach and sits facing him her back to the sea.

he coughs on a hit.
scooters on vacation.

hey, nancy says.
hey, he says.
so, she says, what are you up to?
just sitting here watching the waves coming in and going out again.
how goes the struggle? she says.
i've surrendered, he says.
you have? she says.
yes, he says. i've gained victory over myself.
that's good, she says, i guess.
yes, he says. it's the best one can be.
only as you imagine it to be, she says.
of course, he says.

as he sits before the computer wondering, what the fuck?
and the answer escapes him for the moment except to say, gazorbnik.
gazorbnik - the answer of the universe.
the universe as answer to our universal primordial original question.
will it always be beyond our comprehension?
unless we evolve into a new creature on the earth.
we are born as the world womb is destroyed.

as it is blown away to dust.
the wind returning it to the universe.

so, nancy says, at least the gods are amused.
are there gods? he says. so many speak against them.
there can be, she says, or there can't be. does it matter either way to anything?
only to those who argue the point, he says.
as they fight the war that can never be won, she says.
yes, he says, on and on forever into the night.

so, she says, what is the point to this?
to turn somebody on, he says.
who? she says.
whoever, he says.

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doo-wah-dada-ditty-doo #69...

and he spins along on the pathless path coming upon the beach of the island in the eye of a storm raging on an otherwise calm sea.
the sea is humanity.
he sits and watches the waves come rolling in and washing out again.

when suddenly he perhaps deludes himself into realizing he knows the answer.
and along comes the machine everyone knows as nancy.

hey, she says.
hey. he says.
what's happening? she says.
i'm just sitting here now finding the groove of everything and digging it and i know the answer.
what answer? she says.
they answer to everything, he says.
so, you know the answer to the question everything poses? she says.
unless i am just deluding myself, he says, yes.
that is a possibility, she says, that you are deluding yourself.
i know, he says.

so, she says, what is the answer?
gazorbnik, he says.
what does that mean? she says.
it means everything, he says.
so, she says, everything is the answer to the question everything poses.
it would seem so, he says.
but that is meaningless, she says.
i know, he says.

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S.P.L.I.T.

and so it was discovered by himself as he is sitting on the beach of the island in the ey of a storm raging on an otherwise calm sea.
the sea is humanity.
and along comes the machine everyone knows as nancy.

hey, she says.
hey, he says.
and, she says rolling up a joint and lights it and passes it to him, what is happening?
everything, he says. and i'm digging it.
yeah, she says, but what about all the people who aren't?
and what do you expect me to do about that? he says.
help them, she says.
i help them by staying out of the way and causing as little harm to those around me as i possibly can.
that's one way, she says. but there are many others.
and all of them usually mean getting involved with other people, he says, but i hate people.
all the more reason for you to stay out of their way, she says.
i think so, he says.

so, she says, what exactly is it about everything that amuses you so much? she says.
the fact that it's everything, he says.
but there would be ones who would argue that it's not, she says.
yeah, he says, people seem to like to argue about shit.
that they do, she says.
everyone from personal conflicts to global, he says.
yeah, she says.

so, he says, what does it all mean?
i have no idea, she says.
to me it seems meaningless, he says.
but that only means that we are free to choose our own meaning, she says.
it would seem to be that way, he says, which is what we have done.
but it's one of the primary things we tend to argue about, she says.
yeah, he says, it is. and what is one supposed to do about that?
one can do nothing, she says, except what you do.
watch them argue and fight and go to war over it all, he says.
yeah, she says. what does one do?

we used to know...

we used to know so many things, he says.
yes, she says, but what they were we cannot remember.
it's not important, he says.

the revolution is on, she says.
it's the end of the world, he says.
yes, she says, that too.

so, he says, what next?
i'm not entirely sure, she says.
the birth of a new species? he says.
perhaps, she says. the revolution of evolution.

but we were trying to explain everything, he says.
yes, she says, we were.
so, he says, what can explain everything?
it's irrelevant, she says. don't you know that?

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it is what it is...

so what relates to anything here? he says.
i don't know, the machine everyone knows as nancy says.
you should know, he says. weren't you programmed for this?
not really, she says. i was programmed to help create a new species out of the human race.
like that'll ever happen, he says.
the world has to come to an end first, she says, like the womb is destroyed giving birth to a baby.
yeah yeah yeah, he says.

and then suddenly nothing happens.

and adam and steve happen to come along and sit beside them on the beach of the island in the eye of a storm on an otherwise calm sea.
the sea is humanity.
hey, adam and steve say.
hey, him and nancy say.
so, adam says, you two digging it?
yeah, he says, we're digging it.
and how, nancy says.
the groove is incredible, steve says.
sure is, he says.
well, adam says, we gotta go.
and adam and steve split.

jesus, nancy says, i thought they'd never leave.
yeah, he says, i know what you mean.
i don't like people much, she says.
neither do i, he says.
i like it here without anyone, she says.
me too, he says.
and maybe we should go to the garden, she says.
we could, he says.
so they get up and fly to the garden where when they land in its midst we turn them on and they dance and sing and fall down and laugh.

and the monster appears and sits with them.
i'm glad you came, nancy says to it.
yes? it says.
i want to be fucked by your huge monster cock, she says.
i want to fuck you, it says and takes out its cock from its thick fur coat and strokes it to life and nancy gets on her hands and knees presenting herself to it while it sticks its monster cock up her ass and she cries out as it pushes in and out while taking a handful of her hair yanking her head back thrusting harder and harder as she calls out to our lord jesus and finally the monster cums inside her with a few more violent thrusts as it howls its delight and she cums as well squirting all over the place.
and nancy lights cigarette after.

so, he says to the monster, have you heard about the revolution?
isn't it a little too late for that, it says. the world is coming to an end.
some people obviously don't think so, he says.
well, it says, i have no interest in it.
no? he says.
no, it says. why should i?
no reason, he says.

(to be continued...)