Thursday, October 19, 2017

The troll was on the couch in deep thought, high on cannabis, eating a piece of jerky…


After watching Trump lie his way through more news briefings, he thought how much POTUS lacked anything remotely resembling presidential compassion…


The troll had once considered working in a slaughterhouse but walked out at the last minute, feeling he would not be able to handle it. It takes a certain kind of person to do a job like that. The less emotion the better…


In the future, compassionless robots will slaughter beef, pigs and other domestic animals, butcher and dress them, and they will have the compassion of POTUS 45. The robots will take the emotion out of extermination…


Those who have sentiment for living things, human or not, must change in some fundamental way over time if they’re made to slaughter animals for whatever reason. Maybe they would be made crueler, a less caring person…


Trump had no problem there, he thought, because he was born with the genetic make-up of a miserly banker, placed in an opulent environment that boosted his preset illusion of being above everyone else…


“The butcher serves a purpose,” he said, biting off a piece of jerky. “The butcher saves us guilt.”…


“What guilt?” said the skank…


“Killing the meat we eat.”…


“I don’t feel guilty eating meat,” she said. “I love meat.”…


“But you wouldn’t want to kill what you fry up.”…


“You catch and eat snakes,” she said. “You and the others.”…


“We hunt them; they have fangs; we don’t ambush them.” said the troll. “It’s not the same.”…


“So what’s your point?”…


“Just that robots will be doing the butchering in the future, taking it out of our hands and absorbing our guilt.”…


The skank thought the troll was a prime example of what city living does to people. “Robots are going to be taking care of a lot of things in the future,” she said. “They already do. That’s a major reason why I don’t want to have any kids.”…


“I thought we were getting married some day.”…


“You’re unemployed half the time and I’m serving sushi in the nude. It’s not a world I want to bring a kid into.”…


18 The troll didn’t have a comeback. Neither one of them was ambitious enough to learn a trade. So, as usual, her clear-sightedness was matchless…


Tuesday, October 17, 2017

As was his custom, he had taken ayahuasca to celebrate the recent sativa harvest. It was his way to close a good season. The others left him alone while he explored his visions…


In short time a spirit came in the guise of a red-sided garter snake. It was benevolent and had come before during other sessions. The shaman considered it a trusted friend...


The entity told him that the physical manifestations would soon begin affecting people, so that they would not only sense but also feel the morphing times…


The skank and the witch were near the pool, passing reefer. The skank had brought some leftover sushi from work to share with the others. It was too hot to cook, and there was plenty for everyone…


The weather was being funny again, thought the magician. There was no doubt that the shift was in full swing…


Everyday phenomena was displaying unknown patterns, enough so that doubtful people were beginning to accept the notion that things are not the same anymore…


Weather patterns were the most telling, social behavior a close second; freakish politics, individual subjective feelings, all seemed to be changing, altering in degrees that some people failed to see, yet the changes were there, subtle and alarming, all the while accelerating…


Off a way he could see the shaman talking to the snake, but the magician couldn’t hear what they were saying…


Inside the house, one of the witch's cats spent a good part of the afternoon licking a large ice ball. It was unseasonably hot…