I let the puppet master live my life for me, I let my reality be decided for me by the reality-manipulators. Why not, after all? Isn’t that my right, isn’t that my prerogative? I examine the contents of my mind and I find that it’s all hideous nonsense. It’s been put there by the puppet masters. It’s garbage from the Garbage World and it has infested every nook and cranny of my life. Why not, after all? Isn’t that my prerogative? It’s nonsense within and nonsense without – there’s not even a bit of it that’s worth anything at all. It’s worthless junk. There isn’t a single bit of truth in it, neither on the inside or the outside. It’s all hideous garbage from the Garbage World – it breeds when we’re not looking. It virally proliferates. It vilely proliferates. It infests every corner of the world, both on the outside and the inside.
It’s all go in the Garbage World – everyone’s always so busy. Too busy to stop. Too busy to draw breathe, almost! People are falling over themselves in their mad rush to get out there and talk as much nonsense as they possibly can. That’s what it’s like in the Nonsense World – you can’t get the nonsense out of you quickly enough. It’s like a hideous unbearable compulsion. It is a hideous unbearable compulsion. Best go along with it in my view. Why not, after all? Isn’t that your right? We’re all nonsense-talkers in the Nonsense World. That’s the name of the game. There’s one rule in the Nonsense World and it is this: You can say absolutely anything you want to say just so long as it’s nonsense!
When I examine the contents of my mind I find that I am letting the puppet master live my life for me. Why look too deeply into it, after all? It’ll only upset you. Nothing’s what it seems to be in the Garbage World, so why look into it? Why would you upset yourself? When I examine the contents of my mind I find that it’s all hideous nonsense. It’s a toxic infestation from the Type-2 Garbage Universe. It’s the Equilibrium Zone. Everything is always exactly what it seems to be in the E.Z. because seeming is all that counts. Seeming is the name of the game. Everything always seems to be something after all so why go into it? Why go any deeper? My advice is simply to go along with it. Isn’t that what we always do, anyway? Why upset the apple-cart, after all? Why spoil it when everything’s going so well?
It’s all go in the Garbage World – there’s hardly time to draw breathe. It’s amazing how much garbage you can fit into the day, isn’t it? And there’s always plenty more just round the corner. There’s so much we can’t fit it all into the shop! You’ll have to go shopping online. When I examine the contents of my mind I find that the contents of my mind are a toxic hallucination. When I examine the contents of my mind I find that the contents of my mind are a toxic intrusion from the Type-2 Garbage Universe. People are practically falling over themselves in their hurry to get out there and take part in it all.
It’s all go in the Equilibrium World just as long as you don’t actually go anywhere! It’s so very busy here in the Garbage World – there’s hardly time to draw breathe! We’re too busy to stop and examine the contents of our minds. We’re far too busy. There’s no time for that. It’s so hard to squeeze everything into the day but there’s always plenty more just around the corner. It’s amazing how much nonsense you can fit into a day. Why wouldn’t you, after all? Isn’t that your prerogative?
