We have achieved Maximum Fuck-All-Y’all-itude.
Our fall as a civilization is complete. Duality has run its course. Any further display of good/bad/happy/sad/sacred/evil is just...unnecessary. Lemme outa this so-called “world”. I still say something has been perpetrated upon us, and the phrase that keeps coming to me is “They hijacked the actual Time Line”. I’m 61. I’ve lived through a lot, and shit has sucked, but nothing quiets that odd feeling that we’ve been literally in some kind of static time-glitch, since 2012.
Yeah, 2012. The year my sweetie died, and the Mayan calendar and all the charlatan “Ascension” BULLSHIT that got spewed. This ain’t Ascension, motherfuckers. This is “wrong’. It’s like this reality itself is not supposed to be happening. It has just gotten stranger and stranger and more incomprehensible until nothing feels “right”. Everything feels “wrong”. Yes, we’re “here”, but this “here” is not where we are supposed to be. The fundamental fabric of this reality feels WRONG.
If we are “waking up” to that, then we better goddamn well make it quick.
But really, right now? After what I just witnessed out at trying to get myself a fucking roll of toilet paper, all I gotta say is “Fuck All Y’all”.