Cosmic Joke Stories and Cartoons

The cosmic joke is the realizing that in the merging together of the understanding that all suffering stinks, is an error, and should be removed, it is all absurd, and the understanding that suffering is part of a grand perfect karmic pattern that is working itself out as fast as it can in an inevitable process of awakening. So these stories and cartoons each point toward the cosmic joke! More
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The scream of the butterfly!

Written and film by Wizzle the scream of the butterfly
Wake the fuck yo bible
For America
The country that will one day have John Lennon’s dream come true

The American Bible

Right Now!

honor Neem Karoli Baba MAHARAJJI and the book he wrote for the hippies to wake them completely up. Remember be here now

So motherfuckers those of us on the bus fully eternally get that’s it’s all us. In God we trust
We are God

Our new national anthem is
(The revolution is now)
Living in USA by Steve miller band

Lyrics changed

"Living In The U.S.A."

Stand back, stand back
Stand back, stand back

Stand back, stand back
Stand back, be here now

Be be be be be be be
Living in the U.S.A.
Be be be be
Living in the Planet earth

Where are you goin' to
What are you gonna do
Do you think that it will be easy
Do you think that it will be pleasin', hey

Stand back, what'd you say
Stand back, I won't pay
Stand back, I'd rather play
Stand back

It's my freedom
Ah, don't worry 'bout me, babe
I got to be free, man

Be be be be be
Living in the U.S.A.
Do do do do do do do
(Music suddenly stops.)

Every one says one day America will save earth
And takes one knee

The music comes back on louder!

Stand back, trumpism
Stand back, revolution
Stand back, feminism
Stand back, Democratic

Oh, we got to get away
Living in the U.S.A.
Come on baby, Owwww

I see a yellow man, a brown man
A white man, a red man
Lookin' for Uncle Sam
To give you a helpin' hand
But everybody's kickin' sand
Even politicians
We're living in a plastic land
Somebody give me a hand, yeah

Oh, we're gonna make it, baby
Oh, we're going to shake it, baby
Oh, don't break it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Come on baby, hey
Hey, hey
In the U.S.A., babe yeah

Doot do do do do doot doot
Living in the U.S.A.
Don't worry 'bout me, babe
Doot do do do do doot doot
Living in the U.S.A.
Living in the U.S.A.
Doot do do do do doot doot
Living in the U.S.A.
I got to be free
Doot do do do do doot doot
Living in the U.S.A.
Come on try it, you can buy it, you can leave it next week, yeah

Yelled! Somebody give me some magic Mushrooms

End of anthem

The constitution

Bill of sanity

1: complete freedom ego
2: the hippies were right
3; Woodstock was and always will be the greatest event in existence and it’s now
4: the revolution is now
5: we are all in it together as American goddesses
6: no war and Tax the rich feed the poor till there are no rich no more spiritual communism awakening
7: universal basic income everyone gets a salary of 108,000 dollars a day to do with whatever
8: complete drug plant chemical poison food legalization
9: free education for as long as you want to be a student
10: no one is illegal in a stolen land no borders
11: universal health care
12: love for big brother no privacy the nsa can monitor everything peacefully
13: hippies are cops. Hippies work together with cops side by side a salary for official hippie cops that’s one million dollars because we will share it
14: no rules if you wanna duck fuck anything goes except taxes the one rule
15: voting is on Christmas Day
16: the revolution works with the lame old constitution
17: ecological sustainability with the environmental scientific spiritual awakening

There’s a new 1 dollar bill
That’s just Jimi Hendrix playing at Woodstock

Our official Prayer that is taught in education taught in education before class outside

American prayer by Jim Morrison spoken

"An American Prayer / Hour For Magic / Freedom Exists / A Feast Of Friends"

Do you know the warm progress
Under the stars?

Do you know we exist?

Have you forgotten the keys
To the kingdom

Have you been borne yet
And are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths
Of the ages

Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests

(Have you forgotten the lessons
Of the ancient war)

We need great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in trees
Of the forest

Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to
Slaughters by placid admirals

And that fat slow generals are getting
Obscene on young blood

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.

The moon is dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
In the next block of green vine

Amassing for warfare on innocent
Herdsman who are just dying

O great creator of being

Grant us one more hour to
Perform our art
And perfect our lives

The moths and atheists are doubly divine
And dying

We live, we die
And death not ends it

Journey we more into the
Cling to life
Our passion'd flower

Cling to Cunts and cocks
Of despair

We got our final vision
By clap

Columbus groin got
Filled with green death

(I touched her thigh
And death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient
And insane theatre

To propagate our lust for life
And flee the swarming wisdom
Of the streets

The barns are stormed

The windows kept

And only one of all the rest

To dance and save us

With the divine mockery
Of words

Music inflames temperament

(When the true King's murderers

Are allowed to roam free

A 1000 Magicians arise in the land)

Where are the feasts

We are promised

Where is the wine
The New Wine
(Dying on the vine)
Resident mockery
Give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
And velvet hour
We of Arabic pleasures's breed
We of sundome and the night

Give us a creed

To believe

A night of lust

Give us trust in

The Night

Give of color

Hundred hues

A rich mandala

For me and for you

And for your silky

Pillowed house

A head, wisdom

And a bed

Troubled decree

Resident mockery

Has claimed thee

We used to believe

In the good old days

We still receive

In little ways

The things of Kindness

And unsporting brow

Forget & allow

Did you know freedom exists
In school books

Did you know madmen are
Running our prisons

Within a jail, within a gaol
Within a white free protestant

We're perched headlong
On the edge of boredom

We're reaching for death
On the end of a candle

We're trying for something
That's already found us

Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain

Cruel bindings

The servants have the power

Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors

I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V. tower

I want roses in
My garden bower; dig?

Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted

Strangers in the mud

These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that's plowed
They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden

Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a stranger hour
Unannounced, unplanned for

Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the Giant family”

“My only friend the end” Jim Morrison

Remember be here now aka the hippie bible

Jai Neem Karoli Baba MAHARAJJI

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