One More Minute

She didn’t want to think about that anymore. It was useless to. Time was too important to consider one more minute doing that kind of wasteful time spending. So she would create instead. Only create. Or, do the things which would free her to create. Nothing more.

Sweeping floors and mopping could be useful toward the goal of creating and organizing would be too. Anything that might make creating easier and clear cobwebs in the mind. Talking to people about things other than how many ways paper can be folded, painted or glued is useless. Other people have no interest in what is in someone else’s mind – unless it is to comment on or consider what is in theirs.

They aren’t very often interested in folded paper either.

Wasteful spending.

Wasted time.

Time spent creating is to be with the divine.

Petting cats is useful too. They deserve it. A dog too, if there is one near enough to pet. You can borrow someone else’s dog to pet if you must. Or ants. Ants don’t seem to want to be petted. They go about their business and don’t like much to be interrupted.

Ants are efficient.

Ants are good models.

Someone said the other day, “You wouldn’t give that any more consideration than you would to step on an ant.”

She gives a lot of consideration to how to avoid stepping on ants.

Some people are so self absorbed.

Some people don’t think ants are worth considering – that they can just be stepped on without thinking any more about it.

Cruel, evil people.

Order takers, mask wearers are likely among them because surely they aren’t giving much consideration to anything other than how to behave like they are supposed to. And someone has probably told them to go ahead and step on ants because ants aren’t important.

Monkeys.

Are monkeys wearing masks?

Maybe only lab monkeys. Monkeys in prison.

Just Like Always

It cannot work. It’s evil. Nature rules. Nature knows. Nature is never evil. It may seem unfair at times.

Still, so many are living in a sea of fog around their heads: anthropogenic climate change; a few germs supposedly gone rogue outside a body filled with trillions and trillions of other docile, certainly useful/essential ones; save grandma but hope she dies sooner than later — you know, those pesky old people/baby boomers sucking up so much air and fog, space and resources, (even the ones who saw it coming long, long ago when the Trilateral Commission came barreling through in sneaking silence behind the scenes and brothers Hunt tried to have all the silver in the world — long before the newest hipsters ever will.)

In his 1980 book With No Apologies, Republican Senator Barry Goldwater suggested that the discussion group was “a skillful, coordinated effort to seize control and consolidate the four centers of power: political, monetary, intellectual, and ecclesiastical… [in] the creation of a worldwide economic power superior to the political governments of the nation-states involved.”

Get a tattoo and speak fry or make every sentence a question with a high rising terminal so everyone will know you’re hip, like all the other peer monger zombies. Use your hand symbols often.

Hip or compliant? Hip or a fool? Hip or afraid of not fitting in?

Don’t forget the wisdom that can come with years of living. Some do, some don’t — just like always.

Are sugar shares through the roof?

Being sick is healing. The body knows what to do — it calls the troupes when foreigners are doused upon our food, poured into our water, dropped from the sky or injected through a raping needle. And, unless it’s far too much, the body finds a way to heal by starting a cold or flu or some disease to warn us — like touching a hotplate or a festering sticker — and clears the battle field.

Wake up. There is something very wrong here. Take a rest. Slow your jets. Quit eating poison.

Sugar is poison, but it’s oh so very yummy — made just like a drug to be.

Oranges are safe and chocolate at its purest.

Put some oranges in your suitcase if you can even find them. Hit the road — or stay right where you are — it’s coming for everyone

Except for those who see the trouble backwards.

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Thousand Million Dollars

The Forbes article said she was poised to be the youngest ever self-made billionaire.

Self-made starting with silver spoons lying all around her — all she needed to do was pick one of them up and start scooping from the family soup. She was a baby Kardashian or a Jenner — one and the same. Forbes didn’t mention that.

Funny what the world thinks is great. Funny what the world will buy. Funny how Forbes does their equations.

Do billionaires give alms? Perhaps if they do, no one will know unless they go against the bible and announce it instead of keeping it secret.

That thine alms may be in secret: and. thy Father which seeth in secret. himself shall reward thee openly ~ Matthew 6:4

Funds and foundations aren’t necessarily secret nor is being philanthropic — and aren’t they all good ways to secure tax breaks?

What does anyone need with one thousand million dollars? Yachts. Dancing men and women with cocaine on yachts. Yachts that float in the tropics. Being able to own an island in the tropics where the yacht or yachts can dock?

It takes money to make money and once you make it, it costs a lot to keep it all going.

From what the baby billionaire says, she needed it to build her confidence — that love of all things makeup that turned into a thousand million dollars — she was insecure.

You too can have pouty lips if you use her special lip liner and she denied while raking in the bucks that she had any injections — now she’s telling the truth — which is probably to keep the action ongoing since relying on her own popularity, she is now being told, is not a very sustainable business model. Millions upon millions of likes on insta translate into millions and millions of purchases for whatever she’s selling but it might go away without something more concrete.

Everyone must want to look like Kylie because they buy it the minute she posts it — better be on the ready or it will all be sold out — “What’s in my purse” is a profitable YouTube post and it might be even more profitable if there is some of Kylie’s product in it.

Sure seems like an awful lot of trouble to live all one’s life behind a makeup mask behind a selfie stick.

Might be more fun being a beggar waiting on a billionaire’s alms.