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a vision

by anonymous

i have a vision of a new world there will be no more war, oppression, poverty, injustice, alienation, aggression, inequality, or waste there will be no races or sexes, so no racism or sexism every human will be the same age and the same height - 1.645 meters and weigh exactly the same - 50 kilograms every human will have their own space - 4.5 meters by 4.5 meters by 3 meters and get the same amount of protein every day - 36 grams and the same amount of oxygen every day - 555 liters and the same amount of water every day - 2 liters and the same amount of sleep every day - 7.6 hours out of 24 on a mattress 2 meters long and half a meter high and listen to 4 hours of music every day, at 75 decibels and watch 2 hours of educational videos every day and meditate 4 or 5 hours a day and run 2 hours a day and practice yoga 1 or 2 hours a day every human will have 2.4 hours a day to do as they please, without intruding on anyone else’s space there will be no false information religion, philosophy, and language will be abolished truth will reign supreme, and set everybody free the energy to maintain the levels of oxygen, water, and protein will be drawn from the sun and when the sun is exhausted, the next star in the galaxy will be tapped, and then the next star after that and when the galaxy is exhausted, the next galaxy and so on… it might not go on forever but forever is a long time

my treat

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

i was walking down the street i stopped and sat down on a park bench behind me i heard somebody say all i want is to be treated like a human being what does that mean, i wondered to be treated like a human being how about you? are you treated like a human being? do you treat other people like human beings? what about cats and dogs and reptiles and bugs? do you treat them like human beings? i started thinking about human beings do you remember saddam hussein? or qaddafi? they were human beings how were they treated? they both started out well they thought they were doing pretty good saddam ended up living in a hole in the ground and then he was hanged qaddafi was murdered in the street how did you treat sadden hussein? how did he treat you? if you are a little older you might remember ronald reagan and margaret thatcher and o j simpson they were human beings too how did you treat them and how did they treat you? and if you are a real old timer you might remember khruschev and marilyn monroe and general douglas macarthur or you could go to the library and read books about people even further back, like hitler and florence nightingale and mary queen of scots and cleopatra and confucius human beings, every one of them how were they treated? there have been a lot of human beings it gets hard to keep track them all you know what i'm saying? it just goes to show you

you

you were there when i was born you didn’t even say hello when i went outside you followed when i spoke you were always behind me in broad daylight and when the sun went down into classrooms and churches supermarkets and pizza shops job interviews bars and movie theaters i traveled the earth trying to lose you by plane, by bus by foot on dusty roads by boat, on subways on roller coasters and ferris wheels once, in a canoe which did not overturn you heard my every conversation interrupted my every thought when i “met” someone on line you always showed up “in real life” i don’t know what i was thinking i give up you win here let me buy you a drink

morning glory

by samantha monday sternwall

little flower outside my window shaking in the breeze i heard a story about you tell me if you please all these years i thought you were the same every day but now i am told different this is what they say that every night you die and in the morning are replaced by another little flower with the same smiling face every night i go to sleep and every night i dream and in the morning i wake up having floated down night’s stream am i the same or different every morn? have there been 10,000 mes since i was born? o little flower let us face the day are we, or they, or anything real? who are we to say?