D. Udes. D. Ad.'s Off

Ok dudes.
God.
Been talking about God. Who is God (god) or whatever. And like totally. God is a dude (said beginning of sentence and sentences follow certain rules). And this does not qualify as the totally qualifying view of what I outlined in an outline. Where I layed out bad grammar and how spelling would be wrong. Spelling mistake. no more capital letters without my knowing that they would be capital. and that's what i'm saying. be quiet because i care and you care and we all care but we can't capitalize things that do not exist that are not capital. see? look at that sentence it makes no sense because it has no sense to it and sense is subjective so shut up. because you are less real than i am. and you to me are less real than anything in the world. plants. they are not real. but they exist. in a physical sense. but when was the last time that one talked to you? never. never. because you have not jumped through the swiss (cheese) (w)hole of conciousness that exists that does not exist if you do not see it. ok, the swiss are neutral but you see what i mean. the swiss cheese hole. inside of a piece of cheese. Plants are real but you cannot realte to them, try to it would be really hard, and if you do realte to the oak tree outside then you should comment on this. we talk about how the world is god's world and how we should realte to God, but how do you realte to God when you cannot realte to the most basic form of life imaginiable and when we destroy and consume that substance. which means that no matter what you don't care what i am typing and if you care than you are really. the subjective. HELL. that's what the god fearing individuals of anger and love and the holy scrpit are not experiencing anything else. WHAT THE FUCK.
-"(Conrad)"

Today...

Is the best day! It's the best day ever because dad's and non-dad's can be dad's again in the middle of a day in the sun (off). Off! Ok, so here's what to expect on your coming days off!
1) A review of this blog by a third party source.
2) An ongoing process of assigning numbers to various things.
3) More horrible grammar, spelling, an incoherent sentences that mean nothing.
4) Maybe some art, music, or solar firestorms (green lights over the Artic, read it in the Scientific American) ((I know how to read))
5) Tiny stories
And last but not least the number six! A great number, I like it because it is always round you cannot make it straight so it will curve around various things like a kitten. And who doesn't love kittens!? Well, I used to not like them as much because I was allergic to them. Oh no, no more! Battery at 9:00. 6!
6) The ultimate joke according to people that work at gas stations!
Ok, so that is that. Which is occurring all the time ("that") which is nothing!
-ET

Twice, or all over again.

Those little.. Those little sticklers come from the forest. Don't look up or they find you and spread their death all over your body. Spreading some sort of contagion that's not really tangible or physical, or even mental. It just spreads. So many people have the virus, it's really buried deep down inside of them. Creating some sort of metaphysical disease that doesn't affect you. We don't think. But if it does, we don't know how. Little needles prick your skin one hundred times on every one of body parts. After that, they go away. Twice, I've had it. Or all over again. Just depending on what way you look at it. Maybe it's some sort of enchanted forest plant that creates a new you, no one can tell it's a new person, because everything is the same. It can happen, though. Sometimes twice.

Factories II

I have no idea what year this factory was made in. Completely made of concrete and in front of this mountain that the concrete came from. With holes and crevices the mountain waits. I want to explore what is behind it, but no one really knows. It's so sad that someday the entire mountain will disappear and the entire world will get to know the secrets behind it. Just because of the endless great supplies it offers to this fucking factory. See the trees on the left corner? Those offer heat and paper. See the beautiful rock face? That offers concrete for this new section to the left. Yeah, it's going to be great when the half robots get to explore emotions for an entire day. The new section offers everything in the subject of emotion for robots. A room for love. A room for hate. A room for joy. Even a room for paranoia. They say soon they'll be so close to normal that we won't be able to tell the difference. But who cares? It doesn't change the fact that I'm still standing here sixteen hours a day slapping metal over the not yet beating hearts.
-Conrad

Factories

"A marvelous feet of modern engineering this place is!" This is spouted from the same half mechanical human thing that gives the tours ever hour in front of the finished products. More fucking half mechanical human things. I have no idea what purpose they serve or why I'm stuck slapping on metal plates over hearts that beat with no direction. I mean there's no blood in them when I slap the metal on. So the heart has no purpose, but it keeps beating. It's just like some kind of lost puppy that keeps on cuddling up against its dead mother. The blood comes last. Step nine. Step nine in human building. Yes, a marvelous feet of modern engineering. At the end of every hour, the tour comes to where the blood is transfered into the bodies. A huge sound rushes into the room and everyone is taken aback for a second. Then the demented human gets spewed out of the factory. Everyone claps. A part of society now! Fuck, I hate my job.
-Conrad

Dolphins in the Field

Field of what? Well like poppy seeds and sunflowers and some sort of long triangular dance structure that can move around in three different patterns of dance. That's the sort of field that dolphins can exist in. They can swim through the fields and do really huge jumps through hoops. I'm all for animal rights and for animals, but I think it's so cool when they jump through hoops. It's so graceful and everyone around knows that the animal trained harder to jump through that hoop than anyone else in the room trained for anything. That's the kind of stuff that happens in the field. Or in THE field? Field of what? Engineering.
-Conrad

Notes on Zombie Parties.

Get out of your costume. Now. If you don’t, what will happen if the actual zombies come? “Oh, look at how wonderful that costume is!” Then the costume starts ripping off your best friend’s arm. There’s blood on your mom’s redone kitchen, people start screaming, then the world ends. Every time there is a zombie party that’s the chain of events that go through my mind. Zombies aren’t like they used to be. They are smarter, can swim, and sometimes play trombone. They know if they go to a regular party everyone will flip out and run away. But zombie parties present them a unique opportunity for mayhem. You know in Serenity where they dress their ship up like a crazy one so that they can go to that place? Yeah. That was cool. Unlike your zombie party. So get out of that costume, because if you camouflage a zombie, you are with the zombies.

-Conrad