Cosmic Lottery

For frame of reference: https://youtu.be/I0rVovLWCXw

Cosmic Lottery

By Tyler Mobley

The initial burst of laughter startles, plexiglass didn’t see you there.  

Jumping out of my seat at the top of the track, reaching for the 

volume knob, the worst passing before appropriate reduction. 

Why is it every time the engine turns over laughter fills my cabin?

Spooky technology, a street thief affair, pocket picking entanglement. 

The phenomena has evolved, Aces High had its hour, RKL enjoyed 

a spot then Ache with Me was out alphabetized by Dane Cook’s 

Abducted. Comedic concrete, cementing the three minute bit into 

my mind is worth the occasional inconvenience. 

Nothing better than nailing the spaceship landing sound effect

in real time, not confusing it with the summoning sound of the blue beam. 

An idea forms, shaping a path I didn’t realize I was on, becoming aware of a 

tune being played on my most personal strings, Ahab’s lampoon, 

spotlight meaning. How “Sometimes I’d just go hang out in the woods,”

 becomes “God damn it they’re huge Indians, alright good game America,” 

hits home in inflection alone. A long ago listen at gas station along the 

Gulf of California I snapped my fingers twice and said, “country country,” 

a friend in the car shouted, “Spain” thinking he’d been put on the spot. 

No, just reenacting American foreign policy. 

There is no way of knowing who put this flying saucer on this shirt. 

A token to when algorithms began listening in, the shirt advertised

on my feed seemed summoned from Cook’s bit. Blunt, bold 

“Get in Loser” over the silhouette of a man being sucked up by his

chest in a beam of light through a grove of trees. There came a day 

while wearing said shirt, on a hike through the woods a passerby 

would say, “I like your shirt,” insert life achievement notification, 

the moment years in the making. Immediately a cone of light 

strikes the ground disappearing the complimenter.  

Bones say uwww searching for ground, an image of Earth recedes to black. 

Familiar with the Earth rise perspective it took awhile to realize this reality 

was no reproduction. “Wait, wait, is that? That’s really?” Silence, a door opens

with a hiss of escaping air, words never make it out, shocked stiff locking eyes.

Said Shirt in Yosemite

Brave New World

When people are deprived of wealth while others burns their’s on image.  What will happen next? The people distracted by work, news, a so called life, to suppress is the end.  When a common goal is set, strike and protest will reach the feet of giants, hell will be thrown to the desk of gold.  I’m a Marxist dream of revolution.  Uprising of peace waged with war for justice and the uncovering of right and wrong, to settle the debt of the people and nation.  I lived through the time when the world woke up, sparked the greatest change is history, when storms recked the foundations of hope and homes.  Greed burned a hole in the pockets of powers, it blurred the numbers of bank statements making them come up short in shaky hands.  To speed up the progression of humanity by making these mistakes now, in this modern era. Unbalance division of wealth is an age old problem that will meet it’s match through the connectivity of the world.  Aldous Huxley said that “Men do not learn much from the lessons of history, and that itself is the most important of all the lessons of history.”  Sovereign nations should use history as the basis for policy, or at least be consulting with an eye doctor the see what is on the horizon.  The progress of liberty has been made only on the surface.  How long can things really continue down the same path as they’ve been on, major problems have only been pushed back to be dealt with later.  Major change is frightening and is sure to piss off a lot of people but if something isn’t done to fix how our government operates were going to be worse off than if we implement change today.

History shows that empires fall, unbalance of wealth, opportunity, and happiness.  We are all hungry, some for success others just for food.   All men are created equal sure, but show me how that applies in the social world.  The social contract binds us to this dream that is on display in magazines and movies.  “We are the all singing all dancing crap of the world” – Tyler Durden  It is happening all around us, the craziness of the world presented in an appealing syntax to spark our interest.  So we can have a moment of grief, gratefulness, or a shake of the head then we go on our way.  Although the Earth centered model of the universe, we now know is wrong, we still go about business as if we are.  The world is in our heads, we cruise through space around a black hole, laughing through infinate space, the only way to go.