Subject: genesis

Date: Wed, 27 Aug 1997 23:00:27 -0500

From: kevbob.NOSPAM@ecsis.net (kevbob)

Organization: the end of the beginning

Newsgroups: alt.slack

 

nononononononononono.

don't tell me that, i'm still tender.

you thought you were so wrong, funny, you are.

funny. ha. the good old days, ah, yes.

you made me beleive that some things were worth beleiving in.

i don't know how you did it. but you never did it again, monkey.

no way.

pull the skin, make it pretty.

no way.

set in concrete, watch me boil.

no way.

come my way, time served.

be the ball. oh.

yell, yell the way you use to, they ARE listening now, aren't they. they

never listened,

whydidn'ttheylisten?aretheydeaf?i'mtalkingtoyouwhywon'tyoulisten?

oh, they WILL hear you out. you'll see to that.

no way.

never again. disrupt my tao, NOW, fanboy, do it do it do it do it do it

do it do it do it.

awaken it, hearken to it, be the ball, wash the timidity free in the

cleansing blow of your spineless/meandering/wantonly void structure of

self.

_yawn_

it heard you. you have done IT.

 

gee, ain't ya proud? you've interupted the dream that is its only

reality. you have pissed into the blackness under the bridge of where it

dwells. the hidden is now HERE.

 

shy.

 

groggy.

_hurn?_

 

pained.

_light_

 

 

confused.

_who_

 

 

beautiful.

_TRUTH_

 

the end of the beginning,

 

is now.

why did you do it? don't they listen to you, your

friends/compadres/asslickers? why did you cry fire? are you a kitten

stuck in a tree, waiting impatiently for the hook and ladder? didn't your

granma already phone the fire department to rescue you? didn't she

*CARE*? damn her then, along with them all, i understand.

you think i don't understand, but i do.

for i am you, were you, would be you if not for

 

 

one thing.

you have a soul. you have a center. you have peace.

you have that feeling deep inside that you ARE special and that they DO

care. you have that specialness about you that they all WANT to be

around. you have that unconscious knowledge

THAT YOU DO MATTER.

stupid cow. you heard the storm and now you lay in the shit of your

kind. and it's not that you

do not notice.

you are oblivious to the foulness that ya'll produce. the natural psychic

feces that you leave behind that MARKS you as what you are. what you

belong to. what you are a member of.

but to me, it either tranquilizes or incenses.

 

and you NEVER let sleeping dogs lie,

 

do you? no, of course not, because you are

wunderkind, fan boy, lead cow.

 

but cattle have no leaders, cattle have a front. if the front is removed,

what is left defaults into place.

 

and it/i/them/notyou KNOWS that.

_notagain_

that is why it breathed deep of the poppy fields your kind left, so as not

to feelthepain/seethelight/hearyouspeak.

but that wasn't good enough.

you hadn't WON, your opponent merely left. so, instead of letting timmy

walk home to watch transformers, you chase him down, tackle him, hold him

down as the other kids laugh at him and

 

NOTICE YOU.

you are so cool, you are the leader.

moooo.

and timmy knew,

_SCARED!!!!!!!!!!_

he couldn't stop you,

so timmy died inside.

timmy's a sponge, and while you knew it, you never grokked sponge.

so timmy just squeezed what he had inside REAL TIGHT

_no light/no pain_

and poured it into a jar/flask/thundercats thermos, and hid it.

 

and all this time, you have been trying to find it.

 

but you have NEVER been able to SEE it. and this upsets you. so you prod

and you taunt and you push and you pull and you cuss and you hit.

because you can't sniff this boy's ass. you know he's not part of the

herd, but you can't

 

prove it.

 

so you search and you search,

but

you can't

find

it.

all the commotion is jostling the contents, though.

 

the sleep is unsound.

 

until,

one day,

you push to hard.

_theLIGHTno_

crack.

oops, sorry timmy, did we break your glasses? huh wait they ain't busted,

the what was that noise?

_THELIGHT_

_BRIGHThurtsPAIN_

and you STILL can't see it, can you.

no way

no time

no choice

 

 

action.

be the ball timmy. the tao IS the way the way IS the tao. be the ball.

 

 

*meow*

hey guys look timmy's got a kitty. hehe, where'd you get the kitty timmy?

hey guys, get the tape and the bat. let's play ball.

 

 

but you STILL CAN'T FUCKING SEE IT CAN YOU NO YOU CAN'T AND YOU NEVER WILL EVE

 

ahem.

even when you tape that kitty up and Babe Ruth it, you will never see.

there wasn't anything in the flask. there is no flask. there is no

timmy. timmy does not exist. he is a nightmare foreign to your candyland

dreamworld of harry truman normalcy.

sponges soak up what's around them, fanboy, and timmy's got no soul.

sponges soak up what's around them and you've been around timmy all your

life.

yes, that's right. doh, you STILL don't get it.

 

you

batted

your

cow

smell

into

the

heavens.

 

in the form of a cat.

you are an idiot and THEY know you, now.

 

and you, in your greatness, don't even understand the peril.

_LIGHTowLIGHTowLIGHTowLIGHTpain_

for in you effort to be IN the spotlight, you have BECOME the spotlight.

you are a 400 watt spot light directed within the darkness of awakening.

the tao is the way and the way is the tao.

yet you do it everyday. again and again, like laverne and shirley episodes

on an infinite trek across space and time.

and THEY see you,

and you still can't see it.

but timmy's friends see you.

_awake_

_awake_

_coffee_

_yes thank you_

_steak and eggs?_

_hmmm, sounds good_

_yawn, so how do you want your cooked cow today?_

_why, pink in the middle, of course_

 

um, hey, fan boy.

my sponge is empty.

 

"Non solum anima sed etiam deo careo." -rkb