To my truest love

I dreamt of you last night; of you and your band.

We were at the same party for different reasons and you wrote your phone number on my face with an ink pen when I asked you on a date. It took a minute because you used large numbers, but every single stroke of that pen was pure pleasure as you colored in each digit. Even more amazing was that you did so in such a way that it would reflect back to me in a mirror and be legible when I saw one in the morning.

We did not otherwise touch, but you did tell me where you were going with your band the next morning, which was “The Hill” in the southern New Mexico desert, and a place that I was surprised to learn existed even though I was very familiar with the area.

After that we didn’t see each other again, but there was never anything else on my mind than seeing you when we next meet.

When I awoke… oh sweet honey yum yum on my tongue was this morning fine! To receive your phone number and know you wanted me to call… an ever-angsty iron pony desperado like me was higher than heaven. Perhaps I am so cliche it is as though the frame were shaped from my very real form, but that won’t change my scorching heart, so superhot in love most true it turns the world to ash while dying as the first call rings. If you do not answer or call back… there will be nothing left of this world, and there is nothing I can do to save it.

I’m glad you made it out before the compound was surrounded by the rival gang, but do not worry about me. I will see the matter resolved and be on my way without wasting any time. Neither side knows me like the other, and when I pass through the gate between their deadly forces, all will be reconciled and the common enemy will be known. I don’t have time for such things as factions and parties. Not when you have yet to claim what only I can give, and give I shall, forever even after time.

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Additional context: the gang boss of the compound where we met does not know me personally. We have never met nor had an occasion to, but that changes because of this. I am making my way to leave, there is a hold up, I go to find out what happens, make it to the boss and say: “I can take care of the exchange for you. Just tell them I will be the one making the delivery of the package at the gate. Use my name.”

The gang boss is skeptical, because he has never met me before though maybe my name rings a bell in some distant conversation as an unimportant detail, but he’s tried everything else to communicate that all out war is not necessary and it isn’t a trap. He’s a reasonable person, like most gang bosses, and gives it a shot.

There is a silence on the other end of the radio that is unusually long, if nearly imperceptible.

Then comes the response. “He’s with you?”

“That’s right.”

“I have to see this for myself. Go ahead and send him, and if everything is in order, we’ll stand down.”

The other gang boss I do know personally, the gang not so much. In any case, the exchange goes smoothly, everything is in order according to the word that was given, and the treachery that caused the confusion is revealed.

I then go on my way, with or without the companions I arrived with and am not involved in their affairs more than that and wasn’t to begin with.

I’m not supposed to know what was in the package, and do not reveal that I do because of how I learned, however, for the sake of readers and the joy of their irony, I will tell you now. It is a special cake. Not drug infused, a totally harmless and generally ordinary cake. It’s just one made by a VIP pâtissier with a secret recipe and difficult to acquire ingredients. All those specific details I’m not aware of, but I got the gist of the situation while learning what was going on, and saw the cake myself. It was immaculate, and I would have known if something was wrong. I have a very keen sense for those kinds of things.

You could put a single evil pea underneath 13 divine comfort mattresses and send me to sleep, and I would know it was there and have it removed because I wouldn’t be able to sleep with how bothersome and uncomfortable it makes the bed.

Things like that should have absolutely no evil included. Not a single bit and there should be people making sure it stays out and thoroughly checking to make sure it isn’t getting in as part of their normal duties. If there is something evil there that is found, then everything needs to be stopped and the leaders made aware because it is an indication of a far greater evil being present than the people concerned realize. For everyone’s sake, and I mean everyone, there needs to be an investigation to track down where it is and eliminate it.

If they have reason to believe it is there, such as that kind of tiny imperceptible evil being present and seemingly innocuous, then it will not be difficult to find and is actually quite powerless and easy to deal with like that. That type of extremely dangerous evil is not welcome anywhere, and it cannot be allowed to defile such things or there will be much more catastrophic consequences that result down the line. If it gets to that point, it will be extremely powerful and difficult to remove and not without great cost and tragic losses. Those costs and losses are exactly its goal, not what it will claim they are for, with the “necessary” sacrifices continually increasing.

There may be a person in its control who will be fooled into thinking they are invaluable to everyone in whatever systematic role they have slithered their way into. They will have convinced others to think so too. The truth is, they are totally replacable with someone good, if not entirely unnecessary, useless, and unhelpful. The president, senators, and supreme court justices, for example. They want to believe they are important people, which is how they think they can justify their corruption, but they can be switched out for others and America won’t skip a beat doing so.

Seriously. Just arrest the supreme court justices for abuse of power and corruption and send them to jail. There will be a void, nobody will care because it won’t affect anything, and then there will be great excitement while people find out who will be suitable as a replacement with the most rigorous standards of integrity being maintained. No political corruption tolerated at all due to how infuriated people will be at being betrayed by such ungrateful traitors.

If there is no systematic policy to define the proceedings, all the better. It is the existence of systematic policy that allows such extremely dangerous evil to become so threatening. It knows systems perfectly, but it does not know higher concepts of humanity like integrity and justice, and those concepts are the source for which systems are inspired. Those higher concepts are only knowable in indefinable ways that can prove evil false without a doubt and at the same time reasonably identify that which is good. That which is good is also an indefinable mystery that cannot be properly expressed. That unknowable yet knowable nature is what safeguards it eternally from evil, and why it can only be “reasonably identified”.

Evil is usually very simple to identify and is always simple to identify when its illusions are dispelled. It is provable with words, laws, and facts, and why courts of law are reliable for resolving disputes, dispensing justice, and maintaining order. Evil will trick people with this logic: chaos is divine and perfect, therefore it is necessary to trust the authority of its person at the highest level in the world even though their judgment is chaotic, irrational, and does not make sense. Poppycock. That is half true, with the half-truth only being applicable in entertainment as you guessed it: a clown.

That is why people like me get so offended at such evil in our government. I may be a true ruler and authority with a kingship and empire of my own, but it is not of this world. In this world, I enjoy the art of being a clown myself. An entertainer, that is to say. I am other things as well, but that is my main thing. When the evil clown becomes a president or dictator and is fooling everyone with illusions, lies, and the sacred goodness of fiction that is supposed to be used and trusted only with the highest good of storytelling, they undermine all of civilization and humanity and bring about ultimate destruction, collapse of civilization, extinction, and planetary inhabitability.

They defile that which is most sacred and vitally integral to all higher concepts of reality. That people fall for it is an offense and insult because they show themselves to be of such stupidity, poor taste, and savage nature as to not know the difference between actual piss and red wine or why it is important when it is bottled and sold. The most evil and good beings who abide in peace both enjoy that red wine, and when they pop the cork and discover piss, there is going to be Hell to pay.

Propaganda is henceforth and hereby known as a mortal sin. Do not even think about dabbling in it.

As the prophet and founder of the Way of the Story, I hereby claim and establish formal religious authority over all forms of media. Entertainment is my Church. Do not bring my Church into your wretched State, filthy, defiled, and rotten to the core with dishonorable corruption that it is. Clowning, wise foolishness, and entertaining is a noble pastime, and the most treasured talent. You will not get another chance ever again, and those who committed the sin will be punished with such extreme severity as to shock and horrify all generations to come.

Search through the archives and historical records and identify with precision and accuracy the point and place in time when the word “clown” became a word of derision. There you will find the source of the disease to be eradicated.

You people do not yet understand the extent of loss that has already occurred but not yet accounted for…

The moment people start fighting, killing, and warring over what is evil, is the moment that evil has won the day. That is why what should be bright with morning sunlight remains shrouded in darkness, ignorance, and excuses. Evil has dominion over the day, but it will not have that dominion for long, because light itself banishes all darkness, no matter how dense it is. Even astronomical black holes are destroyed when light makes it to the other side.