It is crazy to live by a set rules outlawed by common sense and reality. Tradition means nothing. Efficiency and functional work ethic is what rules my world. The planet cannot stay on man’s time clock forever. Cracks are appearing everywhere to lament our demise before the fact. Might as well seal us up in those pine boxes we built, bought and saved for before they all get foreclosed upon. Would save a lot on funerals.
In outer-space circadian and other rhythms rule, not a clock-based existence based on the terrestrial rotation schedule and on an antiquated economic system designed from before the days when fire was discovered. The Romans and Greeks found enjoyment in a post-midnight courtyard rendezvous. Peter rose before the cock did crow three times, and was ashamed, but not me.
Banging pots and pans at some ungodly hour is just what the doctor ordered. Pain and suffering should not be resevered for those that toil, but should be expanded to the whole country-side if necessary to let everyone know how you feel. Certainly is the elixir for me. As soon as I knotted up the rope so badly that they had to cut the boat loose from its moorings to set sail, I would rejoice that I had cornered reality into a set of actions it was not willing to do under normal circumstances.
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There goes the alarm about to go off again.
I refuse to be ruled by time or anyone elses schedule. That little corner of my desktop that says the time and date is there only for my amusement. God did not create man for work, but for pleasure. My position in life is to not be ruled by rules, but by my sense of surroundings and tulips and roses and beauty whereever I create and find it.
Destroy all of the clocks now. Let's get back to living free.
Jesus. What would we do without time? Smoke cigarettes and eat lunch or do anything whenever we pleased? Yes. Live thirsty my friends. Drink up life. Smoke, drink, eat, sleep late and have sex and do it all.
When I die and they publish my book: The Best Way to Live. It will possess a flair for the dramatic and sense of calculating emancipation. For I have lived and died and lived again. My rebirth moments have been so severe that Eden was reborn along with me. So splendorous that the Big Bang had a dream about me and decided to recreate the universe. So magnificent that even God himself, popped a cork to celebrate. Either I'm having a stroke, or I'm enjoying one of those moments here with you now.
Pop!
Starman
