Stream of Consciousness

 

Confusing, confusing--it's really confusing--confusing kind of rhymes with "schmoozing"--schmoozing with the high elite--I don't mean to imply that they're stoned--unless you're counting opium, then yes, they very well might be stoned--opium is made from poppy seeds, as is heroin--and if you eat a poppy seed muffin you'll test positive for opium--it's true, I saw it on an episode of Seinfeld, and why would they think to lie about something like that? Lives might very well hang in the balance--Seinfeld is a show about nothing--kind of like how this blog post is about nothing--nothing comes from nothing, the creationists love to say--but I ask, have they ever even seen nothing? Nowhere you can go in the universe that has nothing in it, because the fabric of space-time is everywhere--it's inescapably--like death--I don't fear death, but I do have a healthy respect for it--other people are so sick in the head that they actually worship death--the religious icon for Christianity is a man being tortured and executed, that's really fucked up--Islam's not much better, they want to be martyred and take as many innocent civilians with them as possible--if they do this, they get 72 virgins, a race of beings called Houri, who, post coitus, reseal their hymens, so every time you have sex with them is like the first time, so every time you have sex you get all this blood on your schlong--that's some people's idea of heaven--heaven is just one example of highwaymen in funny hats making ridiculous promises they can't keep-- I say "don't make promises you can't keep", like I promised this blog post would be confusing, and it is (incidentally, this is exactly what reading Mrs. Dalloway is like--it's confusing).