Don’t Worry About the Future There’s Not One

By A.C. Skipper

This book is designed to be used for oral interpretation. It is about the disappearing art of reading aloud for entertainment. I was a speech major at California State University at Long Beach in the early seventies and was required to speak and read aloud on many occasions. It is not an art easily developed and frightens many otherwise-stout personalities.

One major component is eye contact. That is most difficult while reading from the written page. The problem is returning the eye to the spot on the page required to continue reading. This book has been designed to give ample spacing to help overcome this problem and entertain others with different styles of delivery.

I hope you will enjoy reading the offerings in this book to others.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9781984561862

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Copyright © 2018 by A.C. Skipper.

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CONTENTS

What do we do with all this Plutonium?

A Song to God

Absolution

Amnesty

Archipelago

Balance

Beguiled

Bitter Angel

Blue Planet

Broken Bonds

Brokenhearted

Caustic Wake

Christens

Coney-Island

Conflicts

Consternation

Contrast

Cul-De-Sac

Damnation

Dark Hearts

Dark Voices

Deep Frozen

Disillusions

Distinction

D O A

Dresden Blue

Dying-Out

East Of Apathy

Ecstasy

Ego Trip

Electric God

Welcome to the Escape Velocity Church

Stop having babies

Fascist—God

Falling In Love

Fire

Fooling Everyone

Free To Talk

Gangsters Eulogy

Greek Tragedy

Happy New Year

Hell To Pay

The High Command

Homage

Inside A Dream

This Is Where It Ends

Jaded

Jest- In Time

Journey To Our Dreams

Lost Moments

Message In The Sand

Metaphysical

Midnight Sun

Model

The Nature Of The Beast

Never Kill The Enemy

New York City

No-Matter What It Takes

No Place

Nothing to lose

Of Things To Come

Old Pictures

Parade

Paranoid God

Peanut-Heads

Pedophile

Planet Zero

Polutionary Blues

Pool Babies

Pride

Quisling

Reality

Replicants

Roswell

Sane

Sapphire Scorpion

Sat Ans Distress

Savior

Secret-Police

Seer

Soaring

Soulful Things

Spectral Dream

Spellbound

Stolen Days

Stolen Death

Super Race

Temporary

Tent Show

The Answer

The Getaway

The Nest

The Saddest Thing

The ⁷th Angel

The Tablet

The Trick

The World

Thought Police

Travail

Vanilla Cream

Vanity

Waters

Winds Of Change

Winter’s Love

You Think So

Young Geniuses

Your Way

What do we do with all this Plutonium?

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When the crisp edge is gone from every thing.

The only thing sharp is the pain of being able to see so far back that it all finally makes sense that it was never made to make sense; in fact it wasn’t even made at all.

Wasted lives thrown at war, car wrecks and worst, frittered away on a 9 to 5. You lived so immersed in your emotions you thought they were real, not just an electro-chemical state that momentarily existed in your mind. All the things we thought were real only existed in our heads. Marriage is in the mind. Law was made to control people using their minds. Hate is a cross circuit and love just a twisted hope that some how your existence will have some vague meaning.

We are the bringers of meaning, we will force meaning into a sky dotted with completely random points of light. And when there is truly no meaning we will force a Satan or a god into existence of our own accord just to vainly attempt to give some meaning to every thing else.

Am I advocating doing away with emotion, heavens no (note the reference to that higher nonexistent power) that is what gives it all meaning. It’s wonderful to have and embrace the entire gambit of emotions, the good the bad and the ugly. It is a delicate art to enjoy an emotion with out becoming controlled by it. To despise some feeling yet contend with it, without our little synapse becoming addicted to the firing in a certain geometrically progressing sequence.

How many generations have lived out their lives never knowing that their reality is based on this simple but elusive concept. Never seeing that their parents fill their heads with the crap that there is a magic man some where out in space or comically everywhere and inside all of us, that is just waiting for us to wish for something.

Go look in a mirror right now stare into your own eyes and say out loud "I believe in a magic man out in space. I believe that I will live forever with his help. I believe that wearing a certain hat or rag on my head will make this magic man love me. I believe that it will make this magic man love me more if I strap a bomb to my body and kill a lot of people that I don’t know. I believe that if I get on my knees and murmur sweet nothings I can make the magic man listen to me and do my biding.

I believe that there is something wrong in the heads of those that don’t believe in!!my magic man. I don’t believe in the magic man just because that is what my mommy & daddy told me to believe in. I don’t believe in the magic man just because every one in my limited world believes in him and I will say what ever I am told to say to be accepted by these people.

What you are seeing in the mirror is nothing more than a replica of your parents and you tell yourself every day how different you are. The only thing my parents told me that