The Zen Master’s words “It is time for us to do what we have been doing… and that time is everyday.” ring more true than ever with the state of the world.
These words were profound when they were first chanted by Zen Master ‘Who Cluck Chicken’ from his peaceful gardens in Compton, California.
What is a zen master? It is someone who teaches Buddhist meditation and practices, usually implying longtime study and subsequent authorization to teach and transmit the tradition themselves.
These magnificent words are so obvious and tranquil that they were expressed by Vice President Camel La Harris. The world stood in wonder from her statement. Astounded by the clarity and zen-like truth of the words.
“It’s like a meta-physical dog chasing it’s cosmic tail” commented the Zen Master ‘Who Cluck Chicken’ . “I have stated this publicly many times. It has appeared on the items in our Zen online store and it was the title of my first best selling book. I’m sure that given a chance, the Vice President would have extended the credit of the statement was from my works.”
He continued “The universe must have said it first. At least in all of our conscience minds from time to time. Besides, I own nothing other than these sandals and this worn robe. I can not, therefore, claim to own the idea or the spoken comments.” He turned and resumed raking his garden around his stack of flat rocks.
I was just leisurely walking around my neighborhood.
“What a wonderful day,” I said out loud, enjoying the warm spring sunshine as it warmed my beak.
As I passed the house of the neighbor I don’t get along with—the one who lets his many cats roam freely—I glanced at the kids’ sandbox.
To my surprise, the usual “kitty biscuits” (the kind cats leave behind) seemed to be arranged in a message. The closer I got, the clearer it became. What a strangely artistic formation of… ah… cat turds. Then it hit me—I could read what it said! At first, I thought it was just a political statement expressing someone’s opinion… until I saw my logo decal!
I took a picture, intending to post it on social media. But given the recent “stink” over a similar (and equally innocent) incident, I decided to share it only with my loyal followers.
Before leaving, I mixed up the bio-deposits, leaving them in the sand so the kids could play undisturbed.
I wonder… did my neighbor ...
Chainsaw Chicken International, Ltd had thrown in a last minute bid to acquire the platform called #TicTok and make it a totally domestic. His entry has thrown the high-tech world into a panic,
#Tim Cook from Apple Inc. “Who is this Chainsaw guy?” Others like #Mark Zuckerberg from Facebook/Meta stated, “I don’t find much about him on Google why not?” Then, the director from #Google, #Sundar Pichai, was informed that Google had been restricting this Chainsaw guy, blocking results, keeping him pushed into the shadows”.
“How much money does this guy have?” questioned another media oligarch, #Jeff Bezos.
An aid answered with “I heard that he owns the patent on many of the items used by companies with products and items people use everyday”.
“Schedule a lunch with this guy” said #Musk. “I want to get to know him better”.
Don’t worry, New Jersey. Chainsaw Chicken is here. I’ll find out what these mysterious drones are up to.
I needed to get to my little secret. When I arrived at the plane hangers of our terminal at Chainsaw Chicken International, Ltd. I went in the back and drug out the last flying example of the famous Hiller VZ-1 Pawnee flying platform.
I ‘found’ it back of the storage hanger in 1964 when Fairchild Aircraft bought out Heller. We purchased this hanger at an auction once the acquisitions was completed. We wanted the hanger in order to store our future projects.
I filled up the reserve with Hydrogen Peroxide that I robbed from Mrs. Chicken’s hair products. The second tank I attached to an old chemical fire extinguisher. Then I lit the match.
I ascended to about 600 feet and started cruising around. I bet it wasn’t 15 mins when I spotted the whole fleet. They were circling the 10th hole at Trump’s Betminster Golf Club.
I leaned my flying platform over and headed for the ...
