that game

it.
it's like that crying game.
that cursing game.
that fighting game that lying game.
that fucking game that everything game.
that game that won't ever end it keeps us going it keeps us going.
no. no. no. not that game i spoke of in the last turn of life, not that fork's lead i mistook.
the real game. here and now. then and the will be. our game.


it can't end. we'd end.
as humans, we need that game. that play. that fuck you fuck me let's just fuck with each other.
it's a mindfuck. constantly. a universe full of trickery and manipulation.
a day with uncalled-for deception and tight-mouthed praise.

it's ok, though. there exists no other reason for us all than that of the play. it's true, really, it is.
we are not here to live, to breathe, to exist, to think-- we are not here to be.
we are here to win. through ourselves. through another. through the controller of the game--
the us that is universal. that radiates as hidden, heatless, senseless energy.

we all play. good bad evil right righteous - we do it all. masters of our own lies. all of us. we live for it. in it.
we are both the creaters and the slaves to our game, and i love it.
it.
keeps.
us all going.

food is the power, heart is the soul, mind is the master -- keep playing, folks, it's bound to get interesting for all of us sooner than later.

the Earth's game might be nearer it's checkmate ...

maybe we should invite bobby fischer to play ...
[he's stopped playing ... we're all doomed]