Making the World a Better Place

My nightmares
don't know how
to react.

Usually,
the serial killer or
alien,
that's about to rape me
drops his machete
or his spiky cock
and has a look of
horror
on his face
as he realizes,
I know
that I
am dreaming.

My nightmare becomes
my playground.

I cut off
the head
of the alien
with his own cock.

I melt
the killer's face off
with diarrhea
that sprays
out of my nose.

Then,
I laugh
and fly away
on a sphinx.

These are my lucid dreams.

They rarely
happen,
but when they do,
I am finally
unlimited.

However,
I realized something today:
We are unlimited now.

We don't realize it,
but we
are living
in a lucid dream
everyday of our lives.

We can all
blow diarrhea
out of our noses
and fly away
on a skinned sphinx.

If only
we believed,
this world
would be
a better place.

The Well of Mystery

We are all
intimately
sharing our
internal organs with
Hitler.

That's what a
scientist
told me.

Or at least,
that's what I think
he said he was.

Either way,
my body is not just mine
it's
Jesus'
Buddah's,
and everyone's
and everything's.

It was a lil
hard
to swallow.

Literally.

He also said,
we are
constantly
out living
death.

Meaning,
every 2 years
we replace
all
of our internal organs,
cells,
atoms,
every lil thing.

Every bit of us
dies.

Disintegrates.

Again,
my belief,
my foundation,
was crumbling.

I questioned it.

I question all.

It's just in my nature.

For now.

I don't know,
do you believe
this
is true?

Is your penis
or your
ass
yours?

Or is it
Morgan Freeman's?

Confused?

Good.

Keep digging.

The well of Mystery
goes deeper
into
the Earth.