Acid Tripping HS Sophomores 3am Simultaneous Manifesto on Everything and Nothing 2000 is the age of aggressive indifference.

Its the story of a young journalist whos a fanatic about the idea that the last convergence of oppositional politics is upon us. He believes that there are no more promises that the people can be fooled by. In an age of so much talk of progress and ending unnecessary suffering with little meaningful action to match, the dawning of an aggressive age of charity is upon us. It may unfortunately take further human tragedy to get us to realize that the human communal attitude is the only way to prolong our existence here. It is absurd (end of thought). The Universe is huge and can wipe every last tiny sun off its map at any time. But we are the stubborn life form in a swamp of death that refuses to go quietly into the abyss. Let go of our superficial dominion, our so-called divine/rational privilege. The Earth is meant for life, not just human life. So when we take away, we must give back. When they steal, earn more. When they murder, conceive. When they pillage, reconstruct. Revolution should be a healthy, peaceable, change from one thing to a healthier other thing. The same problems have evolved through the centuries. Theres some embryonic form of a modern evolved complex issue echoing across time from 500b.c to today. Thats 50 centuries! Thats 50 sets of 100 years, 100 sets of 50 years. Thats 500 decades. Is the unity of the past, present, and future possible? What does that look like? Youve got an anti-hero on your hands. You must delve into the psyche of the tyrant, the repressor, the dictator, the evil-doer, the one bent on destruction. What is it that drives her toward destruction and the proliferation of despair? Think thermodynamic is hard? What about the laws of human dynamics? Or is human behavior really unpredictable? How can everything else be so predictable? Maybe its not. Maybe our egotistical dominionism is simply derived from our being derisively mocked by natures seeming submissiveness 9 out of 10 times when it whips us on the 10th time. To the geneticists, astronomers, physicists, archeologists, soldiers, foot soldiers of the enlightenment or rather the enlightenments cavalry in the battle of submitting to the order of the meritorious monarchs the chaotic savagery of naturethe mission civilatrice of the savage universeour belief that its destiny is to genuflect, bow to the service of the Earthlings. Nature has no emotion, it doesnt suffer, it never cries. It simply exists as an efficient machine recycler of the oppositional end of life (death). Its an intense factory that incessantly creates and destroyswe are mere micro-models of the destruction-creation principle. Human poetry is simply the manifestation of naturally occurring beauties into human symbolic language. Poetry exists without humans. We just named and colonized something that already existed. They say that flattery and emulation are the highest forms of praise. By that, physicists, those who know to some degree how nature works, are the true poets. They understand and attempt to explain the constant recitation of the poetry of the universe. Perhaps its the story of an auto-didact that they need to hear? Well, its already been told. Is there anything original left under the sun? How about the moon? And stars? June is fiction month and fiction and non-fiction refinement month. I am a prolific producer of meaningful prose and poetry. Im on my way to mastering the architecture of language. Once I do, the pleasure effect of the narrative I produce will be limitless. I will give blind men color, deaf women symphonies. The fruits of my laborious journey into and out of all human character types and beyond will dazzle the reader, inspire thought, illuminate perspectives, and relate human understanding. Shakespeare, Shakespeare, Shakespeare. You

may have no money to support your family, you may not have a diploma that may get you to a better job, you may lack the skills necessary to thrive in a real life corporate job centered world. Its surprising that she discontinued our short correspondence after the last entry was sent highlighting the significance of random events that inspire jocular hilarity in one self. Perhaps the last fragment was a bit nonsensical at best. There are cloudy impressions floating across the heavens of my mind that possess the strange power to submit the action codes in the hard and software of my nervous system to a passive, bovine existence mode. Its as if these impressions simply wired and engaged an auto-pilot button in my cerebral cortex to match the exterior situation with that of the interior. To colonize, in other words, everything else I perceive on the outside by reengineering what is now evident within. Cloudy Impressions is not a sentence. We love to order and categorize and bureaucratize every single object, idea, and concept into neat compartments. But if the Universe is innately chaotic, how is it possible that this organize everything (as if it were inorganic) method can work to explain (for pure understanding) the destiny of a massive organic organism constantly adapting, evolving, regenerating, and expanding in and of itself? (may not make sense, whaaaaaaa????)