TALES of TIME: A Brief Adieu! to Our Future

ALRIGHT, THEN, SHALL WE BEGIN? EH-HEM. We originate somewhere soon. WE START OUR STORY. It has a beginning, and a future. Simple! It's a written record of how began today, you know, just the once, yeah? 'Course I won't need to remind! We can figure out the beginning later, we've already begun. So, the one time we started and how we live tomorrow. Normal stuff, should be um, well, future, no end, we live it. Won't be too hard, I can only imagine, to uh, to go unforward. Unforward? Okay, yeah, we are really going to learn to like that. Simple, I believe, in the future we are going to create! Just, uh, THIS. We clear, just this forward, we're going to make this amazing... It'll be so exciting! It will make sense. Got it for tomorrow? Okay so we will all understand? I will love hearing that! Oh, idea, hey, we're going to tell it like we will live it! I might get confused. It'll be fine, it's all in the future. We will move past it. Off we'll go!

AND ONE DAY WE MIGHT NAME THIS SO WHEN WE DO WE NEED TO REMEMBER WHAT IT WILL BE CALLED. OKAY SO WE ARE GOING TO CALL IT.... SOMETHING WE WILL LOVE. IN, WELL, WE ALL WILL UNDERSTAND. IT MIGHT HAVE A NAME THAT WILL HELP. THE CREATURE WHO WILL FLY WITH US (AND BEHIND OUR HEADS TOO). NO. NO. WE WILL ALL BE QUITE CONFUSED AND CONTINUE INTO CONFUSION REGARDING THAT WORD "BEHIND" BUT WE WILL USE IT. I'LL BELIEVE IN THIS. WE WILL. WE HAVE THE FUTURE OF EXISTENCE WE CAN DEAL IN THE FUTURE. OK. WE'RE GOING TO BE OFF!

"FAERIE TALE"

Possibly, or not, or very much yes, but maybe, in some randomly generated spliff of unmeasured distance pertaining to the passage of incidents (or perhaps never at all) in the unforeseen extant (which, let's face it right tomorrow, may or may not take place), beneath a heavy cloak of death will eventually, most likely (but we don't know) but we are guessing WILL, IN MOST ALL PROBABILITY, stand a healthy man, fast asleep who will very much so, also, well probably, may or may not be existing as told, maybe he's not born yet or who will tell, he could be alive (is he gonna be? dunno! well, are we gonna be? AH good good thanks in advance. OH right, so...) he could also be laying to rest, he may there in the future be very much so horizontally, indeed, er, as he (now that we have agreed to not think about it ever) have not come to any conclusion but are harbouring no such guess as to weather or not this man -- w-woman? -- will likely be dead in this story because it's the future, how will we know? We aren't going to be given instructions, we will all make noise in our meat places to create some future passing uh, this, we will figure it out. Ah no, the story! We need it done tomorrow! Tomorrow, tomorrow? Okay well we can make it better tomorrow... Oh, he goes. Great, why tomorrow? Why not the next tomorrow? We don't foresee an understanding... well then, we cope soon... seeing as Mr.. Frankfort will be looking queasy and will not be leaving the writers' chambers to have a bite (he could soon vomit which indefinitely could quite easily spoil any impending appetite, that undecidedly so wonderful or disturbingly vile dim genius! what? he could be all of them soon or so) and with many a doubt mayhaps interrupt or even push forth our unprocessed writing of this tale, so by the incoherent slot of nothingness in which this projection of a story may or may never take a million different variations of places, this woman -- man, will it not be? -- will have long since, starting as soon or far as tomorrow (but who will know, untruly), possibly be suffocating forth life, or impossibly dying of old age (hah! let's imagine that after this, we shall not! Inabsolutely imperpostuous...) or even less unpredictably will have not been beginning to drown and that will mean for unsure that it is a ruddy blasphemous event that could impossibly not come to pass befalls the prediction of the night each writer still here (or there) on said to be on Irfnight (but will surely miss, never is anything "on" any night, then it'd be day, wouldn't it?) whenceforth we won't receive any of our hardly unearnable TakeNeglects and oh dear oh dear OH DEAR... we might as well plan to forget to blindly assume that all is by chance and, TakeNeglect or no (yes?) TakeNeglect, the Already-Been-Paids have a chance of coming undone and then overdone and we are facing BACK-ON the inauspiciously harrowing chance that any of us will have wed out of unholy matrimony by then and take back birth from the innumerous unborn adults we will have nary a chance made at some point (or some OTHER outersection in which we might not receive direction at all, or wouldn't it not undeniably be a smooth surface) and how will we steal unrisen yeast excitables off of each others' inclined planes under which we do not EVER eat by goswallops, no! we could even end up, every ONE of US, veganing the Hate of our non-existent yet somehow here already highly unlikely future selves' death who will definitely not ever leave so long as we continue to live nowhere because (because we only cannot exist in the distant future's past and definitely will not know all facts and surely must have begun to unlearn all sense because logic is whatever we decide on later, we think... do we think?... nevermind that as we were MAKING A POINT here... and we will, that is an outcome that could happen) well, uhhhh I don't ever know as I haven't thought of it yet but here it is, or isn't.... I may actually say it wrong or maybe even worse, I will unsay it Correctly, but we must gain belief in something at some point... AH HAH yes I am UNSURE that this will not be untrue... eh hem (of course we speak as one as only I speak so the WE will probably never get a voice, that will indefinitely be our future as we continue forward making perfect nonsense just unlike so... here it comes.... I and by I of course I won't but would and mean that I will become (or will they be... leave, I will pray) that I will have the future of all WE firmly not in the my hands, I will definitely yes everything as there is no "past" (dirty fairy tales, they are) so I might repeat it WHO KNOWS! Right, right, left... who will know the difference but with the exception which I errr WE will absolutely fail to knowingly inadhere to, WE will have one anarchy of certainty we won't all disagree below, and that indefinite civilian of certainty is THIS single truth (maybe, we might see):

1. Hate will always remain when all truth is incoherently opposed.....

AND

2. WE will never have to be responsible for finishing what we start if all WE do is get so far ahead of ourselves that all sense will cease to exist as we carry on into a future that cannot sustainably exist if we continue to blaze ahead, living in tomorrow, ignoring all todays and forgetting the past we are doomed to repeat because I will retain all power from any future WE until they cease to exist and there is nothing but the hope of an everchanging tomorrow left to force today's existence to do only that; to exist (as a replacement to won't actually need) in the place of living or thriving or being ore than just a WE. But will that not be exactly where "weee" will want them?

.....wait WE did WHAT? WE started writing a book, intending to be factual, and WE did WHAT? Oh no no no no... I did not do this, WE did! YOU did! I AM SEPARATE FROM the "we", I HAVE the POWER. ALL THAT WE GIVE IS MINE AND SO FUTURE FIGHTING IS USELESS. I CAN DO NO WRONG SO LONG AS YOUehhemuhhWE, YEAH, "WE" FOCUS OUR INTENTS BLINDLY INTO THE FUTURE "WE" BUILT TOGETHER... ALL I HAVE DONE IS GUIDE YOU FORWARD, ISN'T THAT GOING TO BE TRUE WHEN WE END? WHEN when? no not WHEN WE END, WE WILL NEVER END WE CAN'T WE JUST KEEP GOING KEEP GOING KEEP...

.....and i will have a never-ending legacy of walking the we into an enormously UPing pile of.[TOOCLOSEITCANNOTBEREALJUSTkeepwalkingOHnoIamsoooFFFFFFFFFF]./

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/and the people united as one body and rejoiced as they heard the almighty One, or 'I' as they called him, they cried with joy because he knew he was FFFFFFFFFFREE and his people told of his fight and power and protection and promise of internal futures for hundreds and hundreds of years and they began with, "Once upon a time, a big powerful man, uh well he was just always kinda there, not important, no use in dwelling on the past because WE are saved, WE shall follow, WE shall live forever and all WE gave was ALL, anything the One, The I, demanded and for that, WE WILL be saved, there is NO end!" wearereboRNWEDIDwhatohnoweWROTEABOOKNOITSFAIRIETALESWEKNOWNOTHINGOFTHEENDITWASLOSTWITHHIMWITHTHEONEWEGOTFFFF]./