yobech505

            My Karma is my make believe, dragging along the floor, undetected and unable to find any balance, not even with a micro mini chip of harmony and less any sense of worth, a lesson that it won’t let me learn and if I did, wouldn’t let me keep it anyway. 

            There is reality, I experience the flow of it every day from the new degrees and old degrees of a circle as it engulfs sanity whenever I let that rational part of me float up through the melted whipped cream on the top of a cold cup of hot chocolate. 

            Things break.  They don’t work the way we’ve been promised they would.  People break.  They don’t see their own stupid actions, blinded to anything resembling a true human being as they let their religion slip out the leaks of their old and crusty radiators.

            And I curse my own inability to think when it is most important that I do so. 

            My gearing, the motors provided by the long history of genes that created me, has, as it has been doing for 63 years, chosen to take the proverbial dump on what thought processes I try to congeal, making all that I am inside nothing but a huge pot of rotten mush, left to dry and harden into some inedible state that doesn’t resemble digestible stuff at all.

            I don’t belong.  I can’t believe that I am included amongst the homo sapien.  I can’t understand them and I don’t want to be around most of them.  They’re too blind, too selfish, too idiotic to see their own image etched in the chrome bumper they stare into.  They deserve their own place where they can be human.  But not here.  Not around me.  They don’t deserve any of it.  None.  Not even a tiny piece.  They need to be in another world, another dimension where having the very basics of smarts isn’t desirable.  

            God needs to take them in the rapture and get them the hell out of here.  I wish them well but they need to go.  I want them to have their heart ‘s desires, but I want to live free of them.  I want them to be happy with their closed minded ignorance, somewhere on the multitude of planets circling other stars in the expanse of the universe. 

            Just not here.

            I am sure I am not human being.  I’m beyond that.  Not superior to the closed minded and non seeing.  Different.  Able to see the rare aspects of common sense, the logic of life ‘s actions, the whys and why nots of just existing. 

            I want so much to call them stupid.  Their actions prove that most of them are, but that would be arrogance which would put me at a similar level to them.  I should never do that.  

            To the like minded, I am sure we are part of the separate entity, the homo senses common, the new phyla, a step from the sapiens, and two or three from the erectus.  We suffer at their hands and err when we don’t know the proper way to handle their lack of anything capable of understanding what we are. 

            I don’t hate them, although doing so would be pretty easy.  I just wish they would go away.

            They won’t.  We’re stuck with them.  So we have to adapt.  The problem is, it puts all of this incredibly huge  burden on us.  An unfair task in an unfair world by supreme being who really just doesn’t care about it.