I Existed.

note to self:

the beautiful rain today--the dismal, grey cloud-fire of the sky and the fog that hangs heavy from it, or against it--reminds me of chem trails. not the seemingly obvious beck reference, no, the chemicals sprayed into the uppersphere by flying machines and their tamed pilots of coordinate to coordinate. it's roughly--at worst--believable. i don't have the time or the gumption to get into a full-blown, kanye-west-sized explanation of the conspiracy. that's on your watch.

my point, to self, is that we don't know what is out there... bigfoot? cougars are reclusive. when is the last time you've seen one of those felines of the mountain? ness? there's all sorts of creatures in the deep that we don't know about. ufo's? something crashed in the desert. ..but seriously.. they either exist or we own them. as in, we made them.

but i digress. i mean, forget all of that far-out, sciencey fiction. how much else is out there? quantum physics is theoretical. you can't see strings or quantum mechanics or... show me a black hole. do black holes even exist? did the dinosaurs exist? we have dino bone fragments.. and as it turns out, we put them together wrong. were dinosaurs the terrible lizards or the terrible chickens?

maybe george bush did hate black people. maybe certain terrorist acts were an inside job. how far does it go? maybe oswald was a patsy. maybe the cia? maybe the nwo (not the wrestlers)? maybe the masons? the freemasons? the reptile people? angels? devils?

does any of it matter? the truth matters. but in a general relevance to your life--does it really matter? we are all taped to a fixed age projection. you're not going to beat death. the house always wins. he who dies with the most rhymes or lines written.. you guessed it, still dies. you get one straight-thru shot, and you have to live it. enjoy it.

so, today, as the chemicals draped my whole existence, i wrapped my loving arms around the fresh air fumes; i reached my lanky arms in praise towards the toxic sun rays radiating down thru the hole in the ozone. i breathed the air in hard, sucking at the last drop, swirling the whole xxx mixture down the tubes, inflating the minor's-lungs.

then i choked and thought of the chem trails and started writing about it. but for a brief moment of my day--before the choke and after the minor's-lungs--i existed in a moment.

- hype o d