Hmmm. Alright how to put this. It is just an expression. Imagine like a guy goes out takes a long walk in the streets find nothing interesting and returns home feeling all childish and careless and beats himself by pounding his head on the couch, rolling on the bed, turning the television off and on again and again, throws the remote towards the wall and breaks it but there’s nothing sincere enough to do that can just help you get cut through the day. Then you lay back on your couch and have all these thoughts looking at the ceiling and feeling funny about it.

I will say this is literature cause you don’t define literature it defines… just skipping the lines that takes fun out of things. Why there are explanations in the world, can’t just we look at things and just get it. Fuck. Cause no body just gets it. Why funny can feel wrong sometimes cause you are just feeling too funny for no reason. Do you get it, alright don’t get it, but you will get it when you’ve met you archnemesis. The funny you that hates the sober you but you can’t help it cause you are a serious person and feeling funny is nothing but therapy. Oh God, fuck this life. But wait, that’s who I am so save me from the unwanted fun during the serious ours, if I will not just get it out there, the roofs gonna think I am just too boring and oh my God, what will the walls think!!? And what about the floor, it will think I have funny awkward baby feet. That’s too embarrassing, I can’t let the scientists have a say here and put these words so God knows what kind of stupid audience is reading everything. Damn you wall clock, your seconds are so accurate, can’t you just speed up cause I gotta get out of this bed and do nothing. C’mono ceiling fan, writing is not a real job and no I’m not looking for a girlfriend in my life right now, I am just a good old pilgrim and I need to focus on something creative. Not this! Something that’s fucking scientific enough. Cause I don’t want to die and go to my brothers and have them look at me with despise, telling me science is dare and I didn’t take the dare. What would einstien say? That your material is not relative enough. What would newton think, that you don’t love the light that your turd needs more gravity to just fall off because it is breaking in the middle. O my God, can’t afford to let Gregor Mendel laugh to my soul, “I gave you independent assortment, hybrid vigor, and law of segregation, and what did you do?” Not in my life time, I must keep up my repo and good image intact to keep up with the royal society. Or a baby wearing pampers wouldn’t think I’m a true scientist. what have i event invested. ha ha ha. nothing. but you wait for my eureka, cause I’m not just hollywood pretending to be doing science, I’m fucking eating and sleeping science. Yeah. that makes me feel a little good. as I should. Damn, this paragraph just overstetched but who fucking cares. I can’t just let my fellow scientists think I’m another buffoon from the horizon. Wait, why doesn’t the sun cools off when it dips into sea water and go tishsssss. Alright, that’s probably because earth is not flat, but what if it was flat. then my world would be a flat and my heart beat would go flat. scientists just don’t make up things, there’s a strong reason behind their research. Alright I found nothing.

There’s a fun factory right next to us and we can’t laugh cause you are attending a funeral, of feelings. O dear sadness, do you not feel tired of beating and defeating me, cause I’m fun and you are eating me, I have words to spill and you are deleting me, I wanna look away and you are greeting me, I’m in other box of mind right now and you say you are cheating me, sadness you poor thing you are my dear old friend, you are just one of the emotions seating me, too much in my place and it is heating me. Alright, you said the funny words and now you are feeling said but wait what is making me smile right now. Alright, alright, I am mad words.

The guys with schizophrenia are lucky, at least they get to see what’s bothering them. The less brainy ones just figure out things and ruin the fun. It is this question about curiousity. “Can intellect survive in the middle of madness or can madness survive in the middle of intellect.”

Ha ha ha. Nothing. Laughing just helps the breathing. Euphorias can’t calm down, you can call me piece of shit cause I am brown, but it is just a color that I am wearing, cause concepts and concrete I am tearing,

Are the angels real, when you hear the words, when you look at them you can tell and only you know your answer. Likewise, the truth of all heavenly and Godly things.

Every time we say, the celestials don’t help, and it feels like someone’s making face right next to you in another dimension. To disprove afterlife becomes mighty hard.

I guess best way to look at it is looking at the word “invisible”. Invisibilities when you can utter, it is very possible it exists. We measure dark matter and dark energies all the time through indirect methods. Tha’ts what study of faith is today in the age and reach of science.

God an be studied only indirectly, one would love to study God and his faith but whatya gonna do, there’s intangible stuff. God made human heart a dish, an antennae, his technology, we are not just behind, we are defeated for good for a good good long time. There are things of future that saying now will sound like rubbish, so let’s save the rubbish and focus on faith.

The most awesome part of the brain is the little sucker that when dominated by logic persists and tries to argue that its argument is right. It is a gift to scientists because it forces them to study more, to faith devotees, it can often be curse.

Never win the argument, win the truth, you have the truth, truth will win, and it will make you win, and then you’ll realize that your argument was passed into a set of strings that checked out.

So you, and by you I mean any christian, there’s something in there, in TaNaKh. NaTakh. KhaTan. Ancient drama and letters to the future. It tells you that God’s help is always on the way, we just don’t have the capabilities to understand how it is help cause we. only. measure. the. material.

The material in the manuscripts, is recipie to cook words and make them manifest… and sounds like something straight out of a witchbook. So understand that words are manifestations of things without voice.

I don’t know how to explain a mute guy who walks by your side and follows you everywhere, and speaks through exictement when you have the right words to say. Any good writer can understand the chemistry of it but it will take a dedicate person of faith to absorb enough.

I imagine it this way, billions of words are typed on the daily bases, but where’s the summary that humanity should be looking? Certainly not here. It is those scholarly papers of scientists but why should we ever be interested in a stone that NASA just found on mars that looks a little weird and doesn’t make any sense what it is doing there by just sitting there.

Think of pleasure, girls and pussies come to mind but think of explorations… what? Now if you have an opportunity to work in science lab and the world is going haywire, fuck the world going haywire and focus on thing you love to do.

Who else just loves writing and waste words away for no reason. Every other childish writer in the world. Ho ho, the mature feelings are eating shit and rolling in dust. So why punk makes you young? Fuck it, we human beings are so much like each other. All the human beings are the same. Makes sense why people don’t want to go to church any more, it is so close to your heart, you don’t want to go their to spill out your sad things but all the crazy and mad things. Alright, teen euphoria out.

Summary. Human heart is dumb and deaf. People are sometimes a little stone covered with chewing gum and sometimes a chewing inside a stone. Wait, but who is writing this? It’s probably my through through my teeth. Bite it.

When telling someone to keep the beers chill, might as well take the fresh bite from the hot grill. I know my story hopefully you yo hooo.