JULY 6TH,

It's the sixth of July.  If you write the date in numbers, it would be seven six two zero one nine or 7 6 2 0 1 9. And if you prefer to put the day first before the month, then it would be 6 7 2 0 1 9, whichever you prefer.  I know I'd get what you mean right away since I live on the same day as it is today, which happens to be the present or the now. 

The only take away is, is that somehow when it is daytime down here, somewhere else it would be night time. And it is but easy to recognize and emphasize that it just means that we do not live on the same time and date in other parts of the globe.  

And because it happens to be this way, then we could safely say that numbers do not really matter anymore, yeah at some point, if you insist.  But that's how we can safely say that it is all mixed up everywhere anyway so why keep bothering ourselves with numbers?  It's just a number, it numbs out every part of us, so what, right?

DIZZY SPELLS, FACEBOOK JAILBIRDS, TATTOOED FIENDS, THE PRESENCE OF GOD, THE THEORIES OF THE NUMBER OF CHILDREN IN THE HOUSEHOLD AND UNDERSTANDING BIRTH SEQUENCES PERSONALITIES

We have always thought that we were doing it well.  Teachers, like out of the box parents, made us do so.  They are like obscure aunts and uncles that had to live somewhere outside our premises. But the trouble is, there had to be two sides of it. Our father's side and our mother's side. Our grandmothers and your grandfathers sure could make the whole thing feel grand.  And our cousins could go unnecessarily close. 

But it wasn't done out of envy.  No, not from vengeful jealousy.  It wasn't about the left and the right wing. It was just and is so.  Like doing the right thing instead of the other way around.  Schools and churches of  goodwill has made it easy and possible.  It just so happens that we were in a way, good or better in doing it well.  And comes the reactions and overreactions of the people around us.  We won't know however anymore if we were bothered when we were honored.  Were we honored to be retarded?  Our growth distracted. To keep us calmer, we had to be distinguished.  Our progress being analyzed and kind of investigated, traced, followed, put into crosshairs, magnified, or even microscoped.  Like they're not being  put into the picture themselves.  And we would be considered freaks, creeps, or maybe just plainly brighter than any other age group.  Most of us excelled and some of those  who knew better stayed put.  And were we still doing the right thing anyway however, whenever as long as we are home?  We better be home than anywhere else if you need to think straight, and get dizzy after a while, and onwards to rest our heads back home again.  Your ideas and concepts of home. They would differ, probably will and your televisions or television networks might just set the trend on how you have to live your lives.  And cool kids we might be, never had the time anymore indeed.

PARASITES, BANDITS, IDIOTS, SHOWOFFS, RISKTAKERS, INFLUENCERS & CELEBRITIES

Call it the Power of Negative Thinking or whatever.  But I'd say that it'll protect you from useless events, occurrences.  If you are that inept and observant, you'd spot them right away, even for meters away.  But of course if you've been trained and taught well enough, you wouldn't really care or get confused.  You'd immediately know how and when to say Yes or when to say No and I don't know.  With due respect, even for the most disrespectful ones, you'd need to know how.  Or you'd get to be abused and used.  You should learn to know when to refuse or when to be tolerable and when to stop.

Like a test for a structure, for a vehicle, for a domicile.  Before any kind of use.  Like befriending a machine before making it your constant companion.  To test it's integrity, durability, efficiency. A sort of by pass.  Right, a test.

WATCH OUT

Watch out.  They might creep in without you even noticing a thing.  They can steal your roles, your character, your demeanor.  Your identities resolved taken and assumed. Just like people on TV.  The schizophrenic actors and actresses portraying roles to the extreme.  Your noontime shows, your soap operas, Netflix, Cable TV, telenobelas, satellite TV, the radio and the internet superhighway. The networks and their engineers, lawyers, the media, the politicians. 

It's business as usual so they say.  Apparently if you got the problem, they got the solution.  You have no problem, they'd give you some. If you were ill, they'd cure you.  If you were healthy, they'd make you sick.  That's how it is.  Apparently, if you feel sad, they'd make you happy.  If you are happy, they'd make you sad.  They always find ways against every little move.  And sometimes they would lock you up, or set you free before you find yourself lost again somehow in your own maze. 

They can, am telling you they can.  They even take shifts.  The dayshift and the nightshift, and the inbetweens.  Now you can decide to play along. Learn the latest app, the latest software, and be the most avid user, player.  An admirable, money-eating venture.  Give in to the latest hardware upgrade.  Join in friends and folks. They got everything you wanted to play the game. Pick a side, make up your mind.  Make a choice. You are under their commands, their program, their control. They'd find every little thing they can to find fault in you.  They would ask too many questions, investigate, pry, stalk, prey, creep, tempt and keep you asking for more.

Eventually, they would slowly start confessing to you their sins. God, you'd feel betrayed.  And you ask them, "How rude of you, how sick of you to do so? What ever happened to you for you to do this to me?" The men and women you most admired now becomes the people you most despised.  You lost respect over them, in turn you find yourself lost along the way.  What the hell!    

You will have to keep fighting my friend.  This is unacceptable. This is not who we are.  This is not what and how it should be.   Things are getting messy.  Is it the economy?  But you find yourself driving yourself amazed at your own wit. Down and up with the troubling, shifting skies, messy clouds ahead.

And they will have to remind you  "Don't forget to feed yourself, don't forget to sleep, catch your breath and smell the flowers, breathe in, breathe out.  Damn it! We're still alive"

NAMES >> OWNERSHIP CLAIMS

What happens if at some point in your life you decided to recall and review everything that happened in your life after several decades?  Say, forty years?  And so like me, as I have reached this number, I could then somehow begin to reassess the present, and recall the past as well for the purpose of needing to alter a future that may crumble, or should I say breakdown.  What do you think should be done?  Hahaha  You worry too much. 

BUSINESS PRODUCE PRODUCTION GAMES

There's this virus that I consider annoying before.  This virus is called Recycler.  It pops up when you least expect it. It then will creep and lurk somewhere.  And from the name itself.   Recycler.  To recycle is to cycle anew.  And should we consider to recycle apart from what it represents inside your word processors?  To try and recycle or build anew whatever is around that we can consider still useful.

And we will have to keep watching out or maybe start watching out.  And as we begin or start to do so, you'd hear the cart man on the street.  The Junk shop boy, whatever.  The cartman or the junkshop boy who would invade your streets to ask for scrap metal, bottles, newspapers, cardboard, plastic...trash. And they would offer to buy whatever trash you have piled on the corners.  They won't stop taking interest at whatever they could resell at a higher price.  It looks too tasty to them. You can see it the way they kind of itching for it.  And for the lack of money or simply for cigarettes on days, moods good or bad, you will eventually give it away for free sometimes unaware of how they'd try to cherish and treasure it for you.

Yes, why bother watching out for it yourselves?  They'd somehow, ardently sometimes, will do it for you.  To spare you of  that smell, that sight, that burden.  Now, these garbage pail kids will have to wait if you decided to recycle things of your own.  If you find time to collect the biodegradable and the non-biodegradable. If you can learn to find time once a week for it. But then again if you are too preoccupied to do so, and if you have other things more important to think about, why bother?  I know, right?

Think about all of the clothes that you can recycle.  And all the other things. All the other things that we can use anew for other purposes.  For other venture, another vision.  Maybe for arts & crafts. Yeah!

Production.  Innovation.  Creation.

But it's apparent that we were picking trash all along anyway. And can't we just make the same things of our own?  Yes, we were trying I guess. And then apparently it's proven of lower quality.  It won't last long because your competition apparently will have to make it  better.  Better than how it was primarily made.  So then this has to be what it's like before but better looking, better tasting, better fitting, better sounding, better feel, safe, healthy, better more, more better. You bet.  Better smelling and better to the touch. Of dynamic, ultra, magnificent,  fortified and improved.

We have clothes that were considered trash sent down here.  We also have home appliances as well. We have construction materials considered as substandard.  And of course they were sold on market stands that will have to keep it at amazingly low prices.   

We have construction workers, carpenters, plumbers who could have built better houses for themselves. We have mechanical engineers, electrical, structural, who'd rather just keep it at a low stride. Some of them would rather keep it humble.  Simple safe and kind.  Because it's to much of a burden to them somehow at some point, it has turned out unattractive and boring.  

Oh hey wait.  Look, there they go again. The knife sharpeners and the home appliance fixers. Street visionaries, fish peddlers, food vendors, promo girls, beggars, shoe-shine boys, the friendly vacuum cleaners and what else have we that looks like vanishing spies?  

The unfriendly, or rather the one-man Christmas carolers.  Haha, yeah!

NOTHING

This is about nothing.  Yeah, nothing.  I'm thinking about something nothing like there's nothing new.  It's all about nothing at all.  Yeah, hehe.  Nothing's really going on.  It was really nothing.  Yeah, nothing lasts forever.  Nothing else matters, much ado about nothing.  Absolutely nothing.  You should think more about nothing. 

It's the science of emptiness.  Impossible is nothing.  You can do it because nothing is impossible.  Let's join the Do Nothing club.  You got nothing to lose anyway, right? 

Yeah, relax!  Nothing is under control.  Do nothing if there's nothing to do.  Just do nothing. Put it on one of your to do list.  Check the box that says Do Nothing.  Don't worry, it's nothing.  Nothing is permanent in this world - not even our troubles. Move along there's nothing to worry about.  Doing nothing often leads to the very best of something.  And nothing worth having comes easy.

We really have nothing to prove.  We have nothing to hide.   

Thanks for nothing.      

IT''S REVOLTING

I'm in awe.  It's like we're just a bunch of fools making our way into the scene.  A bunch of useless bastards just off to get a case of beer, or a pack of cigarettes.  And them folks lie in waiting for us to make a mistake, impregnating an unsuspecting unknown mantra, a system fuck up. Thus, therefore creates another problem they can use to get back at us generation yet again.

And we wasted our time doing what we do best which won't really matter and we would just end up laughable to them anyway.  But it's how life is lived, right? And we would or just might end up to be one of those who won't get to see his life prosper or lived like every healthy human being.

Life isn't quite the same anymore.  And you have  to choose how your life should turn out. Or you may not even get to choose now how it would turn out anyway while the world is getting weirder and weirder, more confusing than it has to be.

You'd only find yourself alone again caring lesser and lesser about your loved ones and friends. Just trying to get by caring only about yourself and trying to stay put, never having to cause a problem, a fuss, something that'll cause sighs. 

And they'll just end up the same once again.  Never having to care too much about your dreams, your plans since your plans and visions does not matter to them anymore, since it causes a lot of stress and strain.

STARS, RATS & STRALALAS

At rest I should still be.  One of my ears feels clogged with water or maybe puss.  Yuck.  Haha, I know. I didn't go for a swim.  And it's not jetlag. It hurts if I don't take that pill.  

But there it is again.  I see it from this window.  When before I always see the moon in the early morning sky, now it's a star.  It unusally does look brighter now.  It shouldn't shine that bright, does it?  Should it? Wow, that's brilliant.  Brilliant, shiny, sparkle white. Like twinkle, twinkle little star.  Haha

Oh, it's still there.  Haha.  And its background is getting brighter. It's 5:01 AM now.  Anytime now I might stop gazing at it. I really  don't want to.  And now I hear the bell ringing again.  No, it's not just in my head.  It's from the church.  Yeah, the klang of the bells, people from around here knows quite well how that suonds,  For a minute you'd hear it klang. Hmm.  I might have sat up earlier than the bellringer that it was late for a minute.  Because it's around 5:02 when I started to hear it klang. Haha

Hmm.  The sky now is starting to look bluegrayer now. Yeah, a darker tone of bluegray/  Yeah, and the star is still up there.  It's not moving.  It's still there.  "Hey, move away!"

Now, this is the time where you wish you have your own roof decks at the top of your houses that could be reached through a spiral staircase. And look at the sky, making yourself a cup of warm, freshly brewed coffee, a cigarette, and a periscope?  A telescope maybe.  whatever scope, lens...Haha

Oh, I'm back from outside the gate just a minute ago.  Yeah, I went out. Heard the breadpeddler honking his horn.  And seeing this leaflet that offers pest control services.  Just what we needed.  We need to get  that rat.  God knows how many rats comes in and out this house now.

The star is still there I see,  But it's looking like a very small white dot now. A speck of white dot.  The sky is getting brighter that's why.  The background.  Anytime now the sky would dominate the scene making the star invisible.  At the time you see it gone, you'd expect the sun to rise again. Yeah, I know my heavenly bodies too.  Haha. We don't really see them shine together, do we?  You know, at the same time? The star and the sun in the sky.  Doesn't happen, right?  Why is that? I don't know, ask God.

It's 5:30. Haha.  Now I hear the bells klang again.  Haha.  I'm going back to bed.

HOUSE OF CARDS

It seems that there's no end to this.  It seems that the only phrase you will hear from when you start to frustrate yourself however much you seem to work something out, nothing  fruitful really comes.  However much work, however nuch thinking.  The only phrase you will hear from peers are "better go overseas" or "gamble your money away".  Or something like "come on let's play cards and waste our lives away."  "Drink and be merry, Life is a big joke.  Don't take it too seriously."  There'll be no more of that inspiring entity that would somehow keep you on your feet.  There'll only be post apocalyptic stories, post war, the use and abuse of the past.  Teenage wasteland.

The future becomes bland and tasteless.  

Come on.  Take it easy.  And they'll continue to say it's all about making fun about something, about somebody, and money.  Lots and lots of money.  Everyone in traffic.  Uneventful immobile routines and interruptions.  The survival of the fittest.  You see no more mountains to climb, no more spaces to explore, no more roads to take. 

And then we'll all just read.  Inside our own little caves, lairs, dimensions, dungeons and warps.