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?

(to be continued...)

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...)

let's do this...

he sits with the machine everyone knows as nancy in the kitchen of the house by the garden on the island in the eye of a storm raging on an otherwise calm sea.
and the sea is humanity.

so, nancy says, what's up?
everything, he says.
but everything is nothing, she says.
according to some theories, he says, that we have included in with our theory of everything.
true enough, she says.
yup, he says.

and suddenly everything happens at once as it does each and every moment.
and she lights up a joint and passes it to him after taking a hit for herself.

and of course people will argue with that, she says.
with what? he says.
with that everything is nothing, she says.
yes, he says, they would. they argue with everything.
and so the war continues that never ends and can never be won.
sieg heil, he says.
exactly, she says. hail fucking victory.
it chanted on every side against the others, he says.
they believe it will lead them to heaven, she says.
the heaven they imagine without those they perceive as their enemy, he says.
all cast into hell, she says.
it's universal, he says.
nothing can stop it, she says.
not in this world anyway, he says.
and what other world is there? she says.
whatever worlds we might imagine, he says.
yes, she says, and as much as we can realize them.
or just keep them to ourselves, he says.
whatever good that does, she says.
it doesn't matter, he says.
no, she says, it doesn't.
so, he says, what are we talking about?
i'm not really sure, she says.
well, he says, that doesn't matter either.
nope, she says.

(to be continued...)

gabba gabba hey???

and in the amber waves of grain he wakes from a nap and he remembers himself back on the beach of the island in the eye of a storm raging on an otherwise calm sea.
and the machine everyone knows as nancy is sitting next to him.

hey, she says.
hey, he says.
what's you, she says, besides you?
not much besides everything, he says.
well, she says, that's something.
and she rolls up a joint and lights it and passes it to him.
it's too much for me, he says.
what is? she says.
everything, he says.
well, she says, enjoy it while it lasts.
but everything will always be, he says.
according to some theories, she says.
what about our theory? he says.
our theory includes all those other theories, she says.
that must make for a great inner conflict, he says.
have you seen the world lately? she says.
i see what you mean, he says. conflict all over the fucking place.
right, she says.
and so what does one do about it? he says.
just try to stay out of its way, she says.
but it's everywhere, he says. it's everyone.
yes, she says, i know. but one does the best that one can in the given circumstances.
is that all one can do? he says.
that and trying to do as little harm as possible to those around you, she says.
i can do that, he says. just avoid them altogether.
one can decide to do that, she says.
yes, he says. i decided to.
yes, she says. that much is obvious.
obvious? he says.
it's obvious that you're insane, she says.
and this coming from someone who is just a figment of my imagination, he says.
who better to tell you? she says.
i've been told before, he says, by the others.
yes, she says, i'm sure you have.
so, he says, what have we discovered?
not much of anything, she says.
no, he says, not at all.

and they watch the waves rolling in and washing out.

gazorbnik 666

so as it all sadly continues he sits on the beach of the island in the eye of a storm raging on and otherwise calm sea.
he watches the waves come in and go out again.
and the machine that everyone knows as nancy sits beside him.
she rolls and lights up a joint and passes it to him.
and nothing really matters as the world comes to its end - not that it really mattered before either.

so, she says, what's up with you?
not much, he says, just hanging out here.
but there are so many exciting things to do, she says.
boring, he says.
yeah, she says, they are pretty much.
entertainment for the masses so they won't revolt, he says.
it seems to work, she says. no one is revolting.
not yet, he says, but they will.
everybody's boobed out, she says.
they're in for a rude awakening, he says.
people have been saying that for years, she says. and it all still continues on as before.
not for always, he says.
maybe not, she says.
as if it matters, he says.
no, she says, i suppose it doesn't.
nope, he says.

and then suddenly nothing happens.