Of Men, God and Other Gods.

    "Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea."                THE HITCHHIKERS GUIDE TO THE GALAXY 

                                                                                                      

The opening paragraph of the hitch hikers guide to the galaxy, as unserious as it sounds, discusses a very important theme;the insignificance of men, the earth and ultimately our solar system on the grand scale of things. The solar system seems really huge[It is] but in fact it really is a speck[ In comparison] in the universe. The universe is a place that breaks the limits of the word large. I read an analogy in an encyclopedia published sometime in the 40's [My grandfather's] about the universe. It read "The empire state building with only five grains of dust is more crowded than space". It's so so immense. But you still won't get how immense it is. Sometime back a  Keke sent me a link to this site  .It was as fun as it was educative but really it was an eye opener. Our solar system is not so large and has only one star, some planets and a few hundred satellites. Brings me to my main topic men and religion. How so little is mentioned about the heavens in religious writings. Is religion just an earth thing or does it exist in other places in the universe? and if yes is it always localized to their own environments? If No how did men come about religion? Aliens? They say the earth is God's foot stool. The religious books say it. That makes God small doesn't it? The universe could contain a 100 Gods or more are they like mini rulers over their own "little" space? I think the universe is too large for one God, judging from his own description of himself. And if there is truly only one God in the universe then haven't we grossly overrated ourselves? Our devotion, our time, our praises how can it count If there is such a huge universe out there? Let's take the earth as a case study. Let's say new york city is the most important place on earth and the earth exists only because of New york city. NYC has a land mass of 1213 km sq the earth's land surface area is 143 million km sq the ratio is 148,300,000 / 1200 That's a ratio of about 1: 122000. The size of the solar system using the minimum values possible [ the orbit of pluto] is about 5,913,520,000 km the diameter of the earth is a 12,742 km the ratio is about is 1:464096. That's bigger than comparing NYC to earth. If you go on and compare the radius of the earth 12 742km or the solar system with that of the milky way which is a 29,979,200,000 km wide.And the milky way is not even by any standards the largest galaxy in space and galaxies aren't the biggest bodies in space. You gotta ask yourself what kind of microscope does God watch us in? Back to NYC it's not even self sufficient it gets most of it's needs from the outside world, the earth is not self sufficient it needs the sun. After that, that's all you are there in the back end of the galaxy[The galaxy is a small place] . Why should a God who isn't localized give a fuck about us? If God rules the universe in it's entirety why doesn't he "brag" about it in his book? I mean he tells you all about miracles and how he controls weathers, parts seas, brings plagues. I mean that fits the character of the God we've come to know in our books] . Is it because even he doesn't know about the extent of the universe [ This goes out to the authors of "God's divine words"] . If they knew this maybe the word omnipresent wouldn't have appeared that much in the book.

 

                                         OMNISCIENCE

 

God being omniscient is not really something we ever take too seriously because hey it's in the holy books he's omniscient but have you ever thought about what it really means? Taking it at face value you think knowing all means having all knowledge meaning a lot of wisdom , the fundamental truths and say everything written down in books, watching all porn and movies etc it feels like a lot of data storage must be involved. It extends to the thoughts of every single one of our 7 billion strong human race, the number of every gas molecule in every cigarrete smoked, every plan of every company, the amount of oxygen in molecules in the air, the amount of cells in every single tree in every forest as billions more grow , the number of fishes in the ocean even as millions hatch per minute. Let's try for some abiotics the climate of the world, the weather in every single city, the wind speed, the weather on mars, jupiter et al, the speed and magnetic field of all asteroids, the size of the universe as it expands faster than the speed of light. The list goes on and on and on. . I mean let's say he gets the reports in binary from his billions or trillions of angels (exact number was never given in the bible) [ who are too few to cover the universe anyway] every second he wouldn't still be omniscient because too much happens within the space of a second anyway and still the processing power involved would be scott pilgrim insane and . Now this is not proof that he is not omniscient cause saying something is impossible cause it's unfathomable is not exactly very sound logic. 

 

                                 MEGAGODS IN THE METROPOLIS

 

On the matter of multiple Gods.  From my earlier premise of the Bible's conspicuous omission of books on the matter of the universe and thowing the word "heavens" loosely. one can assume there is a possibility [maybe slight maybe not] that the theory of multiple Gods ruling their areas of the universe is not entirely implausible .  Let's take a look at the movie Megamind. It's a movie about a solar system being destroyed and two aliens kids are put in an escape pod and they happened fall on earth. One being Metroman, extremely powerful good looking and incredibly likable   the other a big bald blue headed genius who kept on asking "what is love?" cause every thing he does just seems to go wrong and  Metroman always tries hard to make him look bad. Let's shift this to God and the devil, it's strikingly familiar. One's squeaky clean by his own standards [ flooding the earth, et al is not exactly  clean by my standards] the other is evil, dirty, corruptor. He destroyed the only chance human beings had at "true" happiness in the garden of eden. And how? By telling men to eat the forbidden apple [forbidden by one person only] and what's the result? Knowledge, opened eyes to reality want another analogy? Here's one this is a Neo taking the red pill and exiting the matrix scenario. The matrix tries to punish him. And yes human beings are still paying for eating the apple [exiting the matrix]. Back to Megamind, the world right now feels like the part where Metroman goes into hiding and leaves the inept Megamind to run the Metro City. {It's in the Bible the devil rules the earth( 2 Corinthians 4:4)}. One hero One villain, good God bad God but there might be a hundred beings out there beyond our comprehension of the Universe that fit right into the DNA of a God. Or not.

Drop your comments, questions, arguments et al in the rectangular spaces allocated for them just below. Thanks.

Eternal Randomness Of The Restless Mind.

I haven't posted in a long while. I have written some stuff if not a lot of stuff in that period problem is I hate editing and a lot of times I feel my articles poem or stuff are not worthy of being posted on my blog. So today I am posting for the love of writing not the quality of it. Enjoy.

                                           My Dear Friend 

My friend just rejected me again. I say hey please do this for me, I really need it can you? She replies no I can't, I love you too much to do that for you. I'm like hey but chill I really need this, this is what I want and besides it's not a bad thing. She says I'm not saying it's bad but i can't participate in it with you, I love you too much that's why. Why don't you ask someone else to do it. I'm like I asked you because I wanted to share this  with you and with no one else, she's like I'm sorry I can't. Sad ain't it when friends pull up boundaries on you and you can't pull em closer. They just make  a limit for how much you can love them but they can be super nice to you and shit. Is this some form of selfishness to want to always be the good friend? or just straight up selflessness. I don't really get it. 

                                                    Skype

 I think Skype has the worst chat notification sound in history. I mean no matter what you doing, [ watching a movie, playing a game, having sex. watching porn or just plain concentrating in software induced  dark serene writing environment ]  the sound pierces through your concentration. It poses the question of who? what? and why? instantly.  Who wrote me? What did he write?  and Why did he write me or even why now? this all in a quarter of a second. The distraction the sound represents is unholy yet divine in its power grab your attention. 

                                                       Food and Art.

I think food is art and/or an art form. Like any other form of art in almost every aspect.  Everything is composed of atoms. In other words we can break everything down into smaller components (sorry for the bad analogy).  In Art the visual one with paintings. Take for example oil painting the smallest parts could arguably be said to be primary colors or even white light before it's undergone refraction ( minimalists would love that one eh). In music, musical notes, but in for my own i prefer using musical instruments as an example here. Let's take as a  case study the track  Giorgio by Moroder by daft punk off their new album Random Access Memories. It  starts with no music just the voice of Giovanni then grows into electric piano groove and kicks. Giovanni stops talking and the bass guitar comes for you. Then it gets even more intricate with mini electric piano solos before adding some brilliantly synthesized strings that leaves you with vision of the second coming. The drums wake up to this call. And these are not just drums these are drums being beaten by a sweaty guy in a headband [At least in my mind's eye]. All the instruments seem to enjoying the each other's company but not drummer he always seem to be ahead of them.  And then in the final minute of  the song revenge of the electric pianos and strings as they go into an epic battle with the drums and It climaxes. This is how good music, this is art, this is cinematography of the mind.  Let's fall back to our main topic here food. Now let's see food in basic blocks say in atoms. Food is composed mostly of carbon. But let's say in smaller components, like instruments, I'll say ingredients like salt, pepper, rice, wheat. They all taste distinctively different, some not as distinctive as others  but you get the general idea.  Just chill and imagine this - here is your mom whipping this shit together adding all these  in "perfect" [Varies from mother to mother]  proportion to make you something as simple and basic as a pancake.  I mean this is milk from a cow (milk white) add that to eggs from a chicken( probably red) fry it in sunflower oil ( yellow) add some salt ( crystal white) some sugar from a sugarcane ( green ) and some butter from a cow [ brown cow this time ;)]. Mix that shit together in various proportions how is that not art? Better yet think of it like this you eating like 6 different things together yet you have not the taste of those things but the taste of pancake. Like when you look at mona lisa, you see a mysterious woman not just red, blue and brown.

                                                      Some Scifi. 

 Picture this an evening sky but with a lot of hanging artificial ultraviolet ray absorbent clouds serving radiation regulators following the decimation of the ozone layer caused by a solar flare. Each year more are deployed into the atmosphere as more cover is needed every few months or so. Now the aliens are back for what they hid in the pyramids but hiding as artificial clouds gathering data world wide  easily except in Africa where  they can't afford artificial clouds and no one cares enough to them except a few in the richer districts. The aliens easily gathered information about the rich but not of the poor in an attempt to know all men evenly they went through the usual route of evil. Charity. UNESCO donating clouds to African countries in the name of helping them.  They of course being controlled by higher powers wielding only Skype audio as a tool [ I knew it was evil ]  and billions of alien technology developed dollars. Who needs to know the man if you getting money constantly anyway? So there it began. Karma  corruption loses by corruption. The aliens attacked now the rich turn to the poor for help. The West turns to Africa. Karma came in form of an ancient algorithm written by a poor scholar, physically manifested  in abiotic humanoids. 

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 They say a picture is worth a thousand words. this piece [above is little over  a thousand words.] what would you have my piece or this picture. 

A Short Collection Of Haiku II: Painter's brush.

 

My second haiku post.
 A number of haiku with art to match it's kigo. 

                                                   WINTER

                                            SPRING 

                                        SUMMER :)

               AUTUMN

                                        UNCLASSIFIED

Tautograms Trendier Than Tautology Two: The Twin Towers

    

Description Des Desperoux     

 

Description : Daring demented darling.
Date: Daunting Dirty Diana.
Dad: Dentist didier deschamps      death: Djibouti
deity: dalailama 

Drink: Decaf
   Damp Decembre dawn, Drowsy Didier drills doped dominicana. Democracy?да. Dame doesn't delete didiernoid.  Desperoux delivered despicably dark. desperaoux  decrepit. Disfigured. Dessert, dad drinks decaf, desperoux  danish delight.
     Decade drools down drain. Discoloration drug debuts, desperoux delegated. Discolored. Drug delivers delirium, darkness drowns days. Desperoux denmark departs, discovers detroit daisy diana. Diana dones daisy dresses, detains desperoux deftly . Desperoux daringly drills dietician. Diana discovers, draws darts,dreadlock docked. Day dawns. Destiny draws draws diana departs desperoux. desperoux drags despair, detroit days darken, darkness. Dark drapes. Dementors. Dark dawns. Darker dusks.....Dementia.
     Detroit departmental dean dangles degree, desire. Despite done diploma, desperoux darted delightful. Designated driver delivering damsels. Different day different driver duty. Doctor demands don's dancing dame. Driving doctor's daimler, desperoux detects don's deliquent death deliverers driving diagonally. Desperoux does dutch drift, dodging deliquent's Desert-eagle discharge. Doctor delighted donates deutsch deutschmarks. Desperoux drops driving duty. Desperoux deals daimonds,decks. Defraying detroit departmental debts. 
         Detroit dectective department, detective desperoux, damsel  defiler, Desperoux's dream. dreamy-eyed DanielNo7 drunk. Desperoux définition de damnation définitive. 

 Description Des Dante Drogba     

Description: dark dork, dun dockers. 
Date:Damsel Des Distress, Diskette.
Dad: Doctor Didier Drogba                  death: Durban.
Drink: DanielsNo7
Deity: Dynosius
         Devil's den, devil dances. Didier decieved decommisions drawstrings,  drives dick down damp discreetly dildo disflowered deli domina, Delilah. Didier discovered drowned, dark dye? damn! didier's drains drained, dark day, downtown durban. Delilah's dangerous. Duh! 
          Damp day, Dante delivered, dropped down deliberately . Dangerous diseases daily, doesn't debar dante's digital dominion. Debugging default devices, downloading drivers, deinterlacing decoded dimensions , deciphering downloaded dark documents. 
        Dark Don DiNatale's  daredevil daughter, damsel diskette. Dilates droopy double dee dairy ..detours digital devil Dante. Deux decades, dazzling disk drives, digital dolby discs discovered. Drake dante disses duck Diskette. Diskette disgraced, disgustingly departs. Dante Divorced.. Dishonor. 
        Disregards Dad's draconian decrees. Dork Drinks down dark dirty drinks. Dubbing dubstep . Dante deems Dubstep DeeJaying Defintely dante's destiny.  DJ Demonic demands degree, despite doff demanding Dr dre deadbeat demonstration. DJ disdainfully discharged Dante. Digital devil desperate, decieves Dean Dalton. Direly demands degree. Detroit department des danger. Dante dreads dropout destiny.
    Drugdeealing , daring deals, dante defrauds drugbarons. Dangerous dineros. Departmental debt documents deleted. Dante's dangerous demeanor dyes dantes destiny dun. даже devil doesn't direct dante's destiny's drama. 

   Diamonds. Dragons. Deadbeats.

    Dead dads'  deadbeats deadbeat dreading dismissal,deportation, destination denmark. Days drawing  darwinian demoted dragonflies, deadbeats deadlocked. deadline day-break. Doomsday. Dystopia. 
    Drawing deffered, distillery dudes destination. Driving down downtown detroit. Dante, desperoux,  descry  desperate damsel during deception. damsel declared "daddy's diamonds didn't depart" daughter's denial.  Daughter's diamond defender defaced, damn! defiant dragulescu dragons. Dauntless deadbeats declare decorum.
     Defiantly dante disbands disgusting dirty dragons, desperoux delivers decisive decapicitation deux dragons dead, dante decimates dangerous demonoids. Despite devil designed destiny, dante doesn't defile damsel, deters desecration. 
     Darkness. Dawn. Daylight. Dusk. Darkness. Dawn. Duex days. Dean demands desperoux,damiane daring dragonslayers . Dangerous den. Dark Door declares doctorate. Degree done detriment definitely . Dean dones dalmatian detailed dashiki drugbarons declared dope. Deadbeats drooled.  Dean describes diplomatically defence department's decadence, demonic democrat demagogues, dumb dimwits, disfigure department. Duo's  deeds display discipline dean decides.
     Desperate damsel, Dean's daughter. Dean distributes discreetly Dominican drwarf diamond daidems.  Deadpans deliriously delighted, danced doubledutch .... Diamond dineros deliver drinks, danish digested.
      
Decade drivesby. desperoux doctorate decorated. Developer: detroit desert dirt dessert dreamland. 

Dante develops discotheque, discovers disco DJ Dmitri, Dante Delivers Drum&bass. 

 Digitally Dangerous Dante, Dimitri disco DJ. Digital  Duo Dance.

                                                                DAFTPUNK.



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 FOREIGN WORDS USED.             MEANING                                 TRANSCRIPTION
Deux ( french)                                    Two                                                   doh 
Des  ( french )                                     of                                                        du/do
даже (Russian)                                 Even                                                dazhe
да ( Russian)                                      Yes                                                     da
Diablo ( Spanish)                                Devil                                                diablo
Dinero ( spanish)                               Money                                             Dinero
Deutsch ( german)                            german                                            dosh
Deutschmark ( german)                   german currency                           doshmark

Pains Painted On Panes.

It starts like a pinprick, then it spreads through my chest, my being, my existence, heat on butter icing, I'm melting. My veins burning, Mayan poison.
Bile rises, breathing gets labored, the air feels foul as it goes into my already dirty system through lungs running on reserve batteries.
Heart rate spikes, I'm surprised it still beats, but it does in heavy thuds and sharp pangs, I look up on the horizon a dark night rising.
Thought process in shambles, the heart's rebellion shortens the supply of blood to the brain's arteries.

A hundred reasons why I should not hurt ride through my mind, distant hooves. Louder and clearer is the pain.
Just like religion, another battle logic will always lose, pain overrides my brain, overrides logic.
I walk this deserted path in a thunderstorm, I can barely hear the thunderclaps, I can't feel the rain.
Water has lost it's wetness, the rainbow it's color and me, my mind. Feelings murdered. Death in technicolor. Tragic!
I leave the deserted path for my abode, desperately and blindly hoping to open the door to your embrace, your absence brings other feelings. Cold.
Fireplace kindled, but there is no warmth. No, not without you. For me you're pain personified.
I bring out my pen and my dairy, looking to exorsice you from my soul and into papers, lettered in gold.
I set my mind to write out my truest feelings in poem. A writer bona fide.

I drain myself of human senses, blend with the darkness, I achieve zen.
Then I put broken thoughts into well constructed sentences, my heart bleeds ink.
         
Vilest of villains,
Tasteless bouillon,
Filthiest of fragrances, chloroform.
Devil in a red gown, Human form.
It's a cold play me trying to fix you
Broken tap you are can't be hidden. Sad. Blue hues.

Soul returns to body,I retrieve my heart from the golden platter I placed it on for you, chanting my new poem  softly even though it's mediocre.
I'd write you painful masterpiece but unlike Adele i don't thrive on sadness.
Setting fire to the rain  for warmth is not an option, I'll just gently sip my tapioca.
Cold, instead of pain now. I'll just stay in my igloo and keep writing. I'm getting to like this iceness.....

A Short Collection of Haiku I

       Some haiku I wrote and wanted to post a few days ago but decided to do a little graphic thingy on it in photoshop. Well, here they are .

 What is an Haiku?  

 Haiku (n) 

1. A Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables, traditionally invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons

2. A poem written in this form
 or read Wikipedia's entry on Haiku

Betrayal in Modern Persia

The solid peace that is marijuana liquifies in his blood stream, bringing a dangerous calm to his turbulent life, like a ship in the eye of a storm.
Serene calm like a cool sea breeze meandering through branches and leaves, on a flourishing carribean island with a tequila on the side, but here the wind comes in dirt-in-your-face form.
Tumble weeds roll by, but not him he won't give in to natures forces, his new self has a new ego.
Treading  across sand dunes with vanes pointing at him, ninja masked desert style , his thobe flapping behind, he felt like he was his new favorite superhero.

He could see the distorted image of his destination through the prism of heatwaves, an abandoned midcentury mosque
 He arrives at twillight,bats circling, thighs aching, heart pounding, mind marvelling at how the day commits suicide for his brother, Dusk.
Recognition on the guards faces, he was waved invto see the old imam, alas! sitting also is the young sheik.
As if to further torture his weed distorted reality, he sights an american beer. A cold shiver down his spine. A little shake.

Come here mustapha, my old eyes long to see your brilliant face one more time
A lot you do not understand, so much to say, ao much to explain but so little have you time
Rooted to the spot, mustapha stared wide-eyed like he just saw the devil
Imam continued, God speaks to me and I answer, No questions or excuses, I help you my son, for this world is evil.

Mustapha finds his voice, the strong one. to take my life and others, are words you consider wise?
My boy, he retorted, what do you want of this desert? I offer you riches. Eternity. Paradise.
I have had the scrolls  interpreted  either your holiness is wrong or  mistaken
Imam shakes his head, You do not understand now but this step has to be taken.

He casts a glance at the rich chubby sheikh, what about  him what about the beer?
Imam replied, You are a man of little means but honorable heart, these things you must bear,
For the wealthy who give a lot of their wealth to charities and Allah's work, he grants favors
The young sheikh bowed surprisingly humbly,and lies unsurprisingly, the beer is one of the non-alcoholic flavours.

Mustapha resides in deep thought about his irreversible quest and it's apparent inevitability,
He bowed and moved closer masking fear with the best of his ability
The  voice within him  screamed NO! but the more right it felt
The fire in him, a fiery furnace, a weak man's soul it could melt

He let words loose, in a measured calm manner, imam my age old tutor
You remain tutor, but you're not worthy of my life or being called my mentor
As tutor I have always listened to you and always will
But know this everyman pays for his deeds to God, and to me a man you shall pay your bill

 He pulls his thobe, how do you explain this?
 Mustapha already had his suicide bomber kit on, Surprise! This arab is explosive
BAM! suicide! homicide!! homicide!!!
Esteemed sheikh and holy imam gone like pests from pesticide

News reaches the interpreter of the scrolls, the falser Imam.
He leaves his residence for the mastermind's,the main man.
The road treacherous, the sand storm seems in honor of the innocent dead,
Behold the organizer of the "religious" bombings, an American at the head.

Billionaire sheikh dead, oil blocks sold to foreign company
Innocent youths leader:we must avenge the imam's death, thousands accompany
Our people can't see, so liberation is an illusion
Our leaders lead us blind, awaiting them is eternal damnation

Instead of paying pastor and imam mental fees
you can face east on your own and pray on your knees
Don't be a pawn in the end games
The return of the king is imminent, you hold the controller to your own game.

Tautograms Trendier than Tautology

                                           A. A. Athens Αθήνα


   Ancient arcane artists and Arcadian army attack Athens. Adept Arcadians aclclimatize alarmingly. Athena aids athenian army, archers are awarded accurate aim. Athens alive again, another aeon Athens, Athena's and Athenians.

                                          An Admirable African

An age ago, African antagonists AKA apartheid, arose at anti-apex african area. All ambitious actual Africans are arrested. African Alcatraz. Africa awaits an activist. 
 After awhile. Amnesty. An acquitted awe-inspiring African altruist arises and alleviates afrikaan's aches. Amalgamating albinos and africans.

                                            Bars. Bands. Bants.

   Billiards, Bingo, Blackjack, Blues. Bohemian bar. Belgian businessmen bring blonde belles but bewitched by big bad black bitches brought by black bonds. Belgians, bolivians best beware ball bubbling brazillian beaux, be billing billions.
   Broadway blues, british ballads, beninoise band bass-drums, basoonists, bagpipists. Babel.

                                          Brighton Battalion

   British battalion besiege black beach. Blue bugles. Bad battlecries. Bahamas betrayed by beloved bethroted brits. Biz bazooka barrage breaks barracks. beta! black battalion blacked-out. beta! black battalion Blacked-out. Beach battlescarred.
   Bereaved bevy begotten by bountiful bahamian bigamists, bleed black blood. Bemused barracuda beseech bizzare bermuda bequeath beasts better base.

                                      Christ, Catechism, Creed

 Cerebrum crowned, Cedar cross carried, Centurion confesses Christ's cleanliness. Christ Cried. 
  Cast-Iron chalice containing crimson contents crosses catholic church. Communion. Catholic chaplains cheat chastisty code, child-abuse. Consequent conclave classic counter catholics create Canteburian cathedral.
  Centuries cross. Creeds, Catechism , Choir choruses. Church crosses continents, conversions, converts. Corruption, church controlling countries, companies, conglomerates. 
 Church clock chimes, Confessional cubicle, Concubine confessions. Church can't comply, constantly contra contraception. 
  Churches, cliche creeds,careerist chaplains, cleavages, chaotic communion. Creator contravened.
Christmas calls, cock crows, clouds clear, Confused children cry, claus's christmas coals.

   



                            

Long Flight Home.

Key 
[-] Reality through the eyes of a stoned man
[*] Alternate reality of a stoned man with a little imagination


-He sits in the dark, on the bus seat as the bus fills up. After waiting agonizingly for 5 minutes, the last lady enters with the remains of her wares she was selling and she asks to conductor to place it in the trunk, he was annoyed had to wait for that too. After loading, the driver gets in his seat and turns the ignition, on the third try the engine coughs to life, the car lurches forward and they are on the move.

*After sitting it out till take off time, he's pissed of at the lady in front of him, packing an heavy carryon luggage and as she spends minutes fitting it into the overhead compartment, before the end of the three  apparent warning sounds he fastens his belt and they takeoff!

-The journey's a 35 minute one, he's already wasted though so he drifts in and out of sleep, waking up with neck jerks. He wishes to the gods he'd just find a place to sleep for the duration of the journey. The gods answer him in speedy style as he notices the backrest of the frontseat he folds his hands on them and head in hands he sleeps.

*He looks out the plane's window,3 hours 50 minutes? That's a long time, he feels groggy already and for once he praises himself for choosing the overnight flight option, he reclines his chair but still cant find the perfect way to posture to sleep, 
suddenly he notices the inflight blindfolds infront of him, he wears them immediately and let himself sleep. 

-Someone taps him, he woke and looked at the guy suspiciously before he could think up the motive, the guys says it's the last bus stop, he thanks him and alights. He recollects where he is, then starts walking towards the needed bus stop. He thinks of how bad he has to get home and go make love to his bed. He mistakenly steps into the path of a soft drink hawker, the iced water used to chill the drink spills on him, fortunately the drinks didn't fall off, he just looked at the girl smiled and got into the next bus as the conductor was alreading announcing his street as next destination. 

*A tap on the shoulder he sits up, somehow the blindfold is gone and there's a man in his face, saying the plane just reached it's bus stop, In his head "airport not bus stop, illiterate". Since he had no luggage, he exited the plane without the dropping step thing. He remembers his parents and thinks what a good thing I'm going home. He stood at the dubai international airport, his stopover, then out of  nowhere an attention seeking lady pours ice tea on his suit, he knows she just wants his attention, as a gentleman he didn't even complain he smiled the "I know your kind smile" and walked towards the terminal having already heard the call of his flight   on the overhead speakers.

-In the bus, he seats near a well dressed man, who apparently saw he was stoned. The man chats him up and attempts to cun him.

*He straps in, he hears "hi" and turns towards the voice, a tuxedoed asian sat next to him, most likely japanese from his features and accent, he wondered what kind of hentai he watches, monster vs schoolgirl or 2 godzillas one cup. 

-The well dressed man started smooth talks about him looking trendy and he'd like to sell him a phone with awesome features and how he can help him get it blah blah, our guy being in a paranoid state already, didn't find it hard to figure he was in the middle of being played. The man's  voice grated his ears, he tells him he's not interested and puts on his cheap earbuds. 

*The japanese guy said he noticed and knew his type, the sleek black american type that deals in high tech stuff, the jap made it known he was in possesion of some special platinum isotopes, iridium and some rare metals and from china and some got from the moon, and bought off broke old russian astronauts. Being a smart guy he detected a pattern, this was standard CIA procedure, the guy reeked of the force. The police force that is. This is obviously a setup to catch me for my previous international offences. So he told the jap in the best japanese accent he could muster "asarawa nan kata warasibuta" which means "Go fuck yourself" even though the only japanese word he knew was arigato. He puts on his beats by dre.

-Putting on his earbuds he finds out just how good it is to be alone with music and rid of human and bus engine's noises. He relaxes and closes his eyes, as the music makes a kaledeiscope type slideshow in his head.

*The relief he felt actually surprised him, for a second back there he was almost caught by the CIA on his way home to his family. But for the time being in he closes his eyes and reconciles with David the king, the greatest musician of all time. I mean MJ was king of pop, but this man David was king of an empire just because he could sing good, No wonder God can't stay mad at him for long. Anyway tonight King David was performing his new underground underworld hit single "Don't you worry child" which he sang for his son solomon, who had 999 f**kin problems and they were all bitches, only one loyal wife.
He enjoys the rapture of the song and blanks out. 

-He arrives at his bus stop tired, he walks towards the bikemen park, after haggling with like two of them, he agrees a price to one and they speed homewards , the ride was very bumpy due to undulating untarred road. He arrives at his gate, pays off the bikeman and enters his gate and walks towards the house. 

*He leaves the airport uneventfully, walks towards the stables and tries to take a horse, after trying a few flightful ponies, he takes a relatively calm pony named jincheng. They galloped home at full speed, he arrived at his father's castle. He gave the horse an apple,he watched the drawbridge open and then walked in towards the mansion. 

-He knocks loudly and his mom opens the door and screamed where have you been? Do you know how long you've been gone? I told you not to come home so late. He understands she scolds him out of love, he smiled at her and apologised for coming late. But couldn't hug her so she doesn't smell the weed. His mind was now totally on crossing the living room to his room to get some sleep. He entered the room and.... [BLANK]

*He uses the brass knocker to it's capacity, his mother comes out screaming "oh my where have you been my love? Do you know how long you've been gone {six months he thought}   
haven't i told you not to come home late? He smiles and apologises for keeping her waiting, he wanted to hug her but it's an abomination in his culture. So he goes to his room chambers and .... [BLANK]

Mind Mines

A dark place full of quadratic sudokus mind boggling puzzle,
4D shapes, mason cubes, Illuminati triangles and crop circles,
Alhpabets spinning around a form of dyslexic ruzzle,
Maddona on the rocks, lotus seated buhhda and the mayan oracle. 

Skeptical about God forms and genuity of religions, a special form of theism,
Egyptian death rites from the book of the dead, the origin of all writings in religion,
Divine numers from euclidean era mathematicians, the pi , golden ratio reoccurring
bordering on autism
In the end the evil leeches itself through each other an eternal contagion.

A walk through a modern nuclear waste site that i call my mind,
lurking in the dirt not only diamonds but astral gems waiting to be found,
sometimes, I wonder if my brain is mine or the god molecules at the brain
factory didn't really grind,
Cuz i can't figure it out, like i got a siamese twin and I'm the mainstream one while
he's keeping it real underground.

I wouldnt mind a spin as an inorganic life form,
maybe to fight in other intergalactic wars as R2D2 the android's AI,
I'd donate my brain for research, after filling some research forms,
But it wouldn't be of much use, all the cells I'd have killed by then just
getting high.