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Lately, I have been the victim of Brain Babies; random "tidbits" of "stories" pop into my head from time to time. I really do not know why but for lack of anything else to rant about, this should suffice:

Clouds form around the sun; God looks on the act with contempt, which shines through the cornea; with malice, which is magnified; reflecting the Reaper's work.

Vehicles flock down the veins of humanity's civilization (the civilization-the being, the vehicular flocks-the blood), the species that longs for "bird-dom" (flight is achieved, songs are made, military conquests, family is stressed) resembles their template. The humans controlling the blood, the humans that made the being, are the souls of the blood of the creature-the life force.

Ghosts are seen in "our" world, said to be "visitors from the other side," maybe planes of existence overlap, maybe we're intruding on their property, preventing them from resting.

The elderly are punished for "winning" the game of life. Whoever can hold on the longest is the victor. Ha. The old-timers' old (as in long gone, not as in age) friends died doing what they loved: living as much as fast as possible. Living cautiously is not living at all, getting you nothing but grandkids that don't appreciate you and bad bones.
Shut it old man, I am bad to the bone!
Ha!! Calm down, work in a cubicle for forty years, at least, you'll see...

Questions = Answers
Answers = More Questions
Questions + Questions = Possibility (for the possibility) of inferred/implied Answers
Answers + Answers = "This is what we know _, this is what we don't: _______"Any Questions?
Questions + Answers = Problem Solved
Answers + Questions = Problem(s) Found/Made

The clouds were as the walls back where I escaped from; rows of life to be plucked and planted. Luckily, I found myself in a shadow, a row of life, yet to be harvested.. The birds were in on it, forming Morse code for the enemy, their masters, to interpret, knowing what was being planned in the process of formulating the process. The "letters" rearranged themselves as we spoke. None noticed. Ignorance is no excuse. "But when you're a prisoner, the task is not to shout epitaphs at the warden, but to get out."

To satisfy stereotypes Is to leave yourself disappointed. To conform civilly Is to satisfy others/Is to leave yourself disappointed. To not be addicted Is to deprive the body. To succumb to addiction Is to satisfy the body/Is to disappoint the mind. To know everything Is to be undead. To know nothing Is to have everything To live for. To know that two plus two equals five Is to march to a different drum. To know that two plus two equals four Is to conform/Is to be an addicted zom of a zombie (-un + undead).

Knowledge > Doubt...But Doubts Lead to Knowledge...The Ends Justify the Means

Destruction is a form of creation. Creativity is ideal when destroying. Creating is the negative. The world began "empty," (of things artificial) purely natural. Creating anything is adding something new(/converting), unnatural, despite the creator. Destroying is natural - erosion of things made. Creation is natural - if Mother Earth constructs it. Yes, we are all Her children, therefore everything is somewhat natural. But a lie is somewhat the truth, the opposite, man made. But a lie can be looked past, the truth being the blueprint for it. Natural(-ly).