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Crimson Silence / Red Gyralight ~ Friday, April 24, 2026

Why is it always something that goes wrong Welcome to this, the shit is always real how did we get to this point, no one cares yes, I include all of us on this bus insanity expects change, to appeal suddenly, to our representatives instantly, as if overnight, she shares the truth about transit, all of this fuss answers to the question, no real demand languish taking daily preventives work too many hours in each short week absentees versus duty-borne, no end yet, we pay the bills, or paddle shit creek salvage the wreckage, no one to defend secrets, maps, buried treasure, sleight of hand offset by the future unseen, unknown monsters of the imagination lurk everywhere something breaks, as the earthquakes thunder and rumble, once this bird has flown helpless on a planet, the afterlife implies the second strike, darkness and murk needless to swim upstream, my body aches given the need to prove our worth, talent that empty vessel, to the brim with strife hats off to t...
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The Clairvoyant Center of Avalon ~ Thursday, April 23, 2026

The Clairvoyant Center of Avalon Theresa knew that I felt kind of blue helpless without insight or perspective exactly how I felt for forty years Clinical depression comes in one hue laissez-faire capitalist gray matter air all my grievances as reflective irregardless that the mirror weeps tears real as the silver dollar in my hand vogue comes in waves, Theresa, to scatter oysters along a reef, to sleep in bed yhwh, the Tetragrammaton, to speak as to pronounce the sacred name, instead non-pronunciation, the rule, to seek terror beyond this world of falling sand Center the weight within the hourglass exactly as expected, eventide nightfall, dusk rolls as fog in the city terror of the unknown, what comes to pass exactly as Theresa spoke the name recall the Oracle, another bride opens her mouth, as Pythia, pity for humankind, the omphalos, she spoke Ava tells me, indirectly, her fame valued as a messenger with foresight along with the god, Apollo, her words ling...
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Gomez Sings the Blues ~ Wednesday, April 22, 2026

My feet are numb, I may be dumb, but, I  still run, for fun. What can I do, I have no clue. The doctor says, guess what Gomez, eat Pez and die. If I should cry, tears from my eyes, taste them for lies, salty or sweet. If in my feet, while on the street, I run for fun and feel quite numb. If I am dumb, forgive my brain, I am insane, just a wee bit, a little shit, trying to make this life less fake, if I could bake and stay at home, under the dome, secure, I roam, still nothing felt, a leather belt, childhood, no fun, why I now run a marathon, I am so gone.
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My Nemesis ~ Tuesday, April 21, 2026

In the mirror, my own worst enemy no one reflects on the universals the facts laid out before me, thus I learn how everyone is in the same boat, see eternity, an imaginary metaphor used in faith-based rehearsals instantiations of belief, to earn riches beyond belief, in faith to kill religiously faithful others, ferry otherwise than acceptable, the dead remember the living, ignorant, blind mischievous as feral cats, goes unsaid yet, in the same boat we sail, of one mind only, what to say of the past, I fill worthless books of dead wood, standing on shelves not knowing who will care to read these words worthless kindling ignites the fireplace only God, I imagine, and those elves run riot to save the whole world, insane soldiers ready to kill for little birds tough, tough men and women, born, full of grace enter the battlefield, all in a rush nobody cares how many die, the bane embarks on existence, as to annoy mustard seeds crushed with mortar and pestle yet, th...
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Creativity Manifests Magic ~ Monday, April 20, 2026

Magic brings the Majestic Unicorn Magic is not simply the sleight of hand as witnessed by the audience at shows given our inability to make in the old fashioned way to create sand create land, create demand to attract brilliant possibilities as mind grows rich within poverty, let them eat cake invested in history, in moments neatly ordered as if time were a fact golden, malleable, to recreate dreams silent, hidden within truth, beyond light theatrics, pyrotechnics, the sky screams how the art of magic, far out of sight enters the vernacular as events Majestic is the Unicorn in dance as imaginary as a monk floats just sitting in meditation, creates emptiness, leaves no trace, a trance stationary as a statue, no scratch tickles the nose, no flies bother old goats in manifestations of dire straits creates beauty and kindness out of pain Unicorns symbolize the escape hatch necessary to imagine as real imagine as a mythical creature creates the magic as a dance to ...
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On a Distant Prospect ~ Sunday, April 19, 2026

No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise. Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College ~ Thomas Gray No more, say less, or say nothing only words in the way money is magical, puffing ominous clouds, so gray remember moments in the past empty skies, why does nothing last whenever I try to look back how pointless the whole world appears each day comes and goes, disappears road trip with a backpack each day, I open the front door ignorance everywhere given everyone knows the score no bliss to share nowhere ordinary, average, not wise realize that people tell lies ambition tries to fool others nothing in this world but nonsense clear a path to see the difference each to their own, brothers is wisdom difficult to see simply learn to discern bliss is but a drug, LSD long, slow distance, I earn interest by running miles sunny California, all smiles sunshine summer but all year round 'Tis a sweet land of liberty in Chicago, just bitter tea ...
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At the Ballet ~ Saturday, April 18, 2026

So why in the world would you bring a child Stupid is, as they say, as stupid does obviously, you are delusional whimper and whine, when folly is your bliss hoes know ego rules the world, so it goes yes, all the attention, the world is yours indeed, let it bleed, you feel beautiful nervous to make a noise, soundless, you piss toilet water splashes, nobody hears heartless as a critic, theater whores each to their own, bitches, Old Scratch itches work hard to find a child at the ballet only who brings a child, stupid snitches revolving lights reflect the world of play light as a disco ball, everyone fears delight as to fancy wrongs so perfect wordlessly, you reject a cry so strong obviously, you seek to entertain understanding nothing but a defect lies full of character, face the mirror difficult to imagine why the throng yes, ignores their feelings, full of disdain obviously, they are in their right mind understand how the rules thrown out the door bitter almonds...
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