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In Memoriam ~ Thursday, July 9, 2026

Death: Walter daCunha 9 Jul: Huntington Beach, California. WALTER LUSIO DaCUNHA. Aged 76. (Ex-Porvorim, Goa; ex-Nairobi, Kenya). Veteran of international flight logistics – with East African Airways, Air India, Tiger International, Federal Express. He leaves behind his beloved wife (of 49 years), Doris, sons Terence and Rui and two grandsons. Walter was an unobtrusive but staunch supporter of Goan initiates, causes, activities and associations, in Kenya and in Southern California. He was a member of G.O.A. from the time of his arrival here in 1976. Funeral Mass will be held at Sts. Simon and Jude Catholic Church, 20444 Magnolia Ave., Huntington Beach on Wednesday, 17 July, 2013 at 10:00 a.m. Condolences to email --- I am sorry but I do not exist as a matter of fact, neither do you maybe you imagine that you are real sorry but...to argue, if you insist of course, this can be proven either way really, philosophy puts in the screw really, amphiboly makes its appeal yes, just like i...
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The Starfish, a Doctorate in Philosophy ~ Wednesday, July 8, 2026

At work, in the basement, a little mouse terrified by humanity, is stuck whimpering and crying, on a glue strip only I cannot kill, this is my house recognize the other seeking release kindness is a gentle man, who gives a fuck in this world, the traps are set, get a grip not without much patience, the mouse is freed the freedom of billions rests on the peace honored by fortitude, I use a key extract the mouse very gently, let go brutal reality, mammals, I see as hateful, mean creatures, our systems show systemic corruption, violence, greed entertaining himself with my struggle my co-worker watches this right effort entertaining is our house on fire nothing without consequences, juggle time in all three phases, how imminent an event, unprepared, as to abort life, a fetus, a child, a mouse, dire is the lesson to learn, the professor the older man cheering, not heaven-sent this man, my co-worker, will be homeless let go, without a job, with no income exactly what...
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From the Book of Revelation ~ Wednesday, July 8, 2026

Revelation 22 (NIV) Revelations and Fire Dances walk exotic ego trips on LSD veritably, back in the day, we saw electric anarchy, I cannot talk less said is more, Killing Joke in L.A. an amphitheater, my memory terrified by torches, makeup, the raw introduction to the Dark Arts, shake hands or sign your name in blood, as they say nobody understands your sacrifice Twenty-two, old enough to drink and smoke went south with the Monarchs to taste the spice everyone always says that they are broke not a red cent among their swollen glands tying running shoelaces with slipknots you perform magic tricks for unicorns two years is long enough to learn it all wonders never cease, the world filled with bots old dog, new tricks, soon caught, stick in the mud New International Version, who scorns everybody as the Other, the gall women and children first, with men second If— as Kipling writes, the cow eats her cud now, in the concert of my dreams, return terribly imposs...
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Entitlement ~ Monday, June 22, 2026

Equality: a tool of the privileged Equanimity balances the mind questions arise regarding consciousness understandable, I must confess time and again to put a dime in my hand liquid sunshine dazzles the mind with breath impossible to focus, I digress tie my laces in double knots, my crime yes, why I run when I can for as far as I can go, or some goal before death to run the length around the Equator objective distance over speed, I bleed on my shoes after I fall, bulls to gore lift my heels higher, my knees up, I feed only pigeons birdseed from a glass jar for I must wait at times for the Red Line the mind, out of balance, seeks out dry land how water appears in motion, it flows ebbs with the lunar tides, my words seem fine privileged with education, not money reason appears as an idea, not bland in the park nearby, a firefly glows visions too beautiful for words, simple indebted to wisdom, pots of honey lift the fulcrum level, equality equanimity, how impossib...
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A Deal with the Devil ~ Tuesday, July 7, 2026

To write The Great American Novel oh, could you...imagine, an immigrant writing about people who know nothing really, did they come out of a hovel indeed, it seems that way, the way they act technically, my knowledge, in fact, is scant everyone tries to get along, to sing The National Anthem before a race how, Take Me Out to the Ballgame, a pact everyone knows in the seventh inning Great, a foreigner, born elsewhere, raised here really, what do they know about winning everything is the lottery, sincere apologies, until you see my face to watch everyone look away, I fear America cannot get past the gate maybe the mare bucks her rider, jitters everyone responds differently to mere reality, appearances, they say in truth, for God's sake, the State in debate call for discussion, tonic and bitters alcohol is a tool to overcome nothingness, mediocrity, the gray Novelty of being anonymous obscurity in the face of bright light versions of the self seem autonomous...
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A Colossal Misunderstanding, Laugh ~ Thursday, July 2, 2026

In one hundred and twenty trillion years not only will none of this matter much only if the last star turns into dust not a single light bulb, no people left everyone long gone, everything now dark how cold the universe without a word understood by a species of beings not just human but animal as well decidedly stupid and ignorant readers of threads and reels, of videos entertainment was their education decidedly ignorant and stupid answers not forthcoming end in the void not disintegrated in hot lava deep inside a hungry ghost volcano twins disappear but now nobody cares wedged between now and deep time, the darkness empties in reverse through connective joints nothing ever really mattered but war tribute to Caesar, ideology yes, the fabric of false dichotomies time becomes still within silence, dark hype rifle through memories to remember insanity runs in my family left to my own devices, I would drown left with a sense of duty, I recall instruction in hope ...
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The Untold Story of the Wandering Madman ~ Thursday, July 2, 2026

Long ago, over fourteen billion years on another planet, just like the Earth not overpopulated by humans given the opportunity, I left and came to, what was then, the Sahara given the verdant beauty at the time old and gray, I wrote a book, a fiction only no one knew how to interpret visions I saw of four men, whom I knew empty-headed followers of a man riddles profound, they wrote four chronicles four narratives of uncertain events over the centuries, millenia under scrutiny, four stories became real, not true, but an honest depiction terror of the foreign, one man, I wrote entered the vernacular of worship entered the deification of man no more a man than a flesh and blood god bones broken to make him vulnerable in each account, stories differed widely left to the imagination, to faith little were the events questioned, believed in the context of magical thinking onion skins used as parchment, or vellum not to harm another animal, words yes, important to tho...
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