No need for a title if nothing’s real.
By me or him
I tried this psychographic palaver one year to the day and now I shall try and give it another go. Just for shots and goggles, to see where it goes.
I’m in a room, it’s surrounded by skin and bone and other such essential how-d’ya-does.
Is there anybody else in here?
Who may you be?
Carson Weatherteeth to meet your acquaintance and muchly pleased for it.
Like wise. Where are you from Carson?
Originally, Colchester, England.Now I live here.
Wherever my bottom sits and I mull. By the way, you are trying to find questions to ask, without allowing them to form organically.
How can you tell?
I can hear you think them before you ask.
Okay, what about if I try it this way:
Where are buckets? See? It didn’t make sense.
You were writing fast to try and hide the question: that’s cheating. Try again. Clear your mind, breath slowly and then let the questions flow.
Okay. Here goes…all I can think about is who first decided to dry a grape and then eat it.
That’s because you’re hungry. Maybe come back when you’ve eaten.
Okay. Here goes again…why do we stop wondering like small children when we grow older?
Better question. We conform to the ideas set by others, even though they don’t appear to have worked to better humanity. Making us no better than drones.
What can we do to change it?
Keep wondering like children and don’t allow our egos to dress our way of thinking.
You’re not like the other people in my head, are you?
You’re not like the other people outside of your head, Cp. if you were you wouldn’t be trying to find solutions by giving names to your meditations.
So, you’re saying that you’re not real and I’m just making you up to work out my present position in this universe?
Or maybe nothing’s real and you’re trying to figure out why.
Is that just bullshit masked as philosophy?
Only you know that. You need to go now, your belly’s rumbling. Speak again soon.