Month: January 2025

Antnee knew it was a good idea. The more stars he saw through his telescope, the more popcorn he would need to make for his diorama. He had been popping off all day. Life was like butter. Stars shaped by force. After winter break, he would bring his diorama in to the Science Fair and people would see all the constellations in the sky. At the same time. Which, Antnee knew, you can’t do from one point on Earth. I mean, not to be a nerd, he thought, but when you’re in the Northern Hemisphere you see the stars in the Northern Hemisphere. How’re you gonna see the Southern Hemisphere unless you go to Auckland, which sounds like awkward, which is what I am, he thought. You’ll never see all the stars all at once. You’re probably not going to be able to bend over, suck your own dick, and shove your head up your ass, either. But, if you walk by my Science Fair project, you will see it all. More than everything! Most people are born, or are birthed if you want to make it sound more active, and then they hold all of their laughter inside. The laughter, he thought, turns into rage, which turns into smiles. Smiles are definitely not the same thing as mirth. And if you don’t know that, well, what else are you missing out on that you don’t know, either? Neptune was there and no one knew it. They argued about it because they saw a wobble in one of the moons of one of the other planets. So they looked in their telescopes again and there it was, in 1846. This might set a precedent. Are you having a bad day, he wanted to ask the girls in his class? Maybe there’s a moon following you around. Actually, Antnee thought he would make a sign next to his diorama. This is as good as it has ever been, it would say. If you want things to get better, kiss me under the popcorn night sky. Antnee enjoyed these thoughts. But, you know, I am looking through this telescope using human eyes. Why don’t I add in all the stars I don’t even see? And it was a good idea. And he would need much more popcorn.

It was a very inclusive orgy.  I didn’t expect to go to jail for it, though.  That’s why I’m in seclusion right now.

The world is a many splendored, inclusive thing.  Like the clitoris.  The more nerve endings included, the better.  No one was excluded.  At least that was not our intention.

So, back to the orgy.  Part of the reason it became controversial was because we broke into the Pentagon.  But it wasn’t for anything bad.

I mean, picture the world as a perfect sphere.  Can’t you do that?  Thank you.  I know I’m demanding, but it’s just my repressed programming saying that.

The world is a sphere.  The clitoris is an upside down wishbone.  These are good shapes.  They represent union.  The Pentagon is none of these things.  Its purpose is exclusion.  We can’t have that.  The only thing you can do with a pentagon, other than ignore it, is take a bunch of them and make a soccer ball covered in groups of this shape.  That would mean interpenetration and mutual respect.  This is not the lesson we get from our Pentagon.  Did you know it is located in Virginia and has twice as many bathrooms because of racial segregation?

I spent so many years living in delusion.  What kind of delusion?  The delusion of separation.  Like right brain and left brain stuff.  There were spaces between me and the things that I said.  I was not open to new ideas because everything was closed.  So, one day at yoga, that’s when the prajna hit the road.  Once the thought crashed into this dimension, it had to be shared.

So many naked people, so few security clearances.  We were let in from the inside, by a sexually liberated civil servant.  The system rebelled against itself.  But still, it was kind of top secret.  Because I had always wanted to be a top.  Is that so wrong?

Now, I ask you, should a world power like the U.S.A., which uses other countries like toys, get upset about me using sex toys inside the Department of Defense?  It sounds very defensive of them, doesn’t it?  When they led me away, I was handcuffed but not clothed.  They might as well have put barbed wire around my pudenda.  Isn’t what they do when they find something they can’t control, like the Rio Grande, put up walls and barbed wire?

So, I am awaiting trial but folks are kind of busy at the moment putting the real criminals on trial.  So I will stay secluded from the world but not from myself.  I will be ready for the next orgy when I get out.

The bureau of military intelligence was busy interrogating people.

The officers kept track of the forced confessions using a large number of hidden recording devices.

Unfortunately, a lot of bad things had happened which the Supreme Leader didn’t want to take responsibility for, so there had been a need to arrest a larger than average number of folks who could confess.

With so much to record, the batteries ran out midway through the torture, brutality and data gathering.

This was not discovered until the next day.  Who would tell the Supreme Leader?

Would it be an option to all get together and see if the officers could remember what the prisoners had said?  Maybe they could write even better versions.  They stayed up all night, and managed to pull it off.  Well, it was like looking at plastic surgery, you could tell something had been done.
Conclusion: the more you learn, the less you know

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