There’s a place at rock bottom, within a void called the psyche. Not visible to the human eye, a telescope, microscope, or camera, but the true nature of the soulful beast is there. It’s tiny and doesn’t take up much space. It’ll repeat itself. Many believe it’s the soul, the human spirit, or pure energy in the mind. An invisible entity of humming vibrational frequencies inhabits the flimsy bag of skin surrounding the surface flesh, crisp on the outside surface with mushed-up bloody bones inside. Therein lies the hidden heart. The world is only as big or small, or beautiful and ugly as the mind thinks. Does it exist outside heads or somewhere stuck inside with the innards, gooey blood, and guts closely tied together with open, pumping hearts? That place where unspoken words dwell, inside out and upside down. Pulsing up and down, ripples flow free like the waters in the spiral worlds in the vast sea in outer space. Under the ocean, galaxies shine like stars.
Words can’t express how it feels to experience pain or pleasure, as sadness and joy are at a loss to explain. Haphazardly stuck in the middle of a dark space where anything goes, and it usually doesn’t bode well. But overall, it’s a happy ending, more or less. It finishes off with a feeling like that big bang. A seismic orgasm of clear crystalline clarity or sudden irreversible madness. It’s often the end, in the case of thoughts, like a bombshell explosion when everything goes wrong.
The beginning again—a defining moment stuck in the freeze frame. A single cell or millions of cells bouncing off neurons' synapse, the low spark of light. How can that be possible? It’s a shame to stand the test of time for only one day in paradise. An infinity stuck in the abyss is only a split second in your life. Equally, it was created by making it impossible to live with or without time. Lost in the company of strangers in a world gone mad. There’s only one mystery between something and nothing. That's where it's at a standstill. Those days are gone, for better or worse. If they ever existed. Mindless minutes dwindle into second-hand leftover moments' broken stopwatch.
Troubles lay in wait at empty roadside attractions. Window blinds shade the advertisement for closed storefront facades. The sign reads closed. Behind the veil hangs a curtain of impossible beauty that hangs on every wall. Forever wearing masks that keep truth guessing who the real culprit is. Traitors to the cause, a shill for their messiah. Money-changers are whipped up by the marketplace's shoddy goods. Products from the uncivilized culture of currency. Bankrupt politicians lay in wait for merchants of war. Show no mercy to those who are trying too hard to swallow the earth's last gasping belly laugh. There’s profit here to be gained by all parties involved.
The golden hours wane with no hope for a single second of peace and quiet. Running the gauntlet, beaten down by thoughts of the dead, lifeless cadavers who were waiting to live and let live. Anxiously watching and waiting. Clutching throats, grabbing crotches like a dog, covering ass like a perverse priest in a prison shower. Guilty of a crime against humanity, but not for the sake of innocent children they molest. The frightening power of the tiny atom could create mass destruction and global devastation to rival the mighty strength of the Catholic Church and its arsenal of hidden, shady secrets, schemes, and horrid rituals. In the name of some alleged god against all held sacred and holy!
The chattering squawk box, that glowing vacuum tube of miracles and endless entertainment. This just in! A major launch of nuclear missiles is now heading directly toward the street where you live. There’s no turning back the doomsday clock. We will pre-record it for you. You can view it right here on channel nine or watch it later, anytime, on the DVR. Don’t touch that remote control. We’ll continue showing the end at the beginning of each hour, every single day, until the last minute of every hour, or save it for the next time. We really don’t know what to expect.
