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Ecclesiastes ~ Thursday, September 17, 202

This body, in fact, always in motion however, this is but an appearance in fact, motion is simply perception sensation, cognition, and devotion belief in the dimensions of space-time override the suspension, in a trance deceived by delusions, this deception yellow journalism would call real life indeed, not off the mark but a true crime not to realize what is illusion forget for now how the real world appears as you sit on the train, an intrusion comes from the emergency door, the gears turn to comprehend this matter of strife alright, you are alone except for harm listen, hurt people hurt people, watch out ways to stop a sticky situation ask for assistance, set off the alarm yes, the other is real and a danger strangers everywhere come and go, to shout ignorant words will do no good, station necessarily, near the doors to leave maybe all of this is a dream, stranger on the threshold, at the limit of sense time, in a linear sequence, unfolds in the mind of a bu...
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« Après moi le déluge » ~ Wednesday, September 16, 2026

A Couple of Polish Country Bumpkins After the wall fell in the east, the flood considering the samizdat culture ordinary literature fell out under the circumstances, did I brood ponder the wealth of censored dissidents language reflects the mind of the vulture elicit satori as the wolves pout old men never wrote of the Resistance fought in Warsaw, or helped fight, in some sense Poland, after World War I, the Great War old lands reclaimed, regained independence land grab centuries ago by three stones institutions as kingdoms out for blood shelves of history books, written by crones how they shape the future, all for the good countermeasures taken, settle the score ordinary men rise above the past until the powers that be criticize nations through ideology, three crones try their best to design the die they cast rolling through history, men disappear yet the news writes nothing about the rise business acquisitions by dissolved stones umpires decide the fate of n...
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Cychlorphine ~ Tuesday, September 15, 2026

Her son left in a body bag. The New drug war A Teen Autopsy Marks the Arrival of a Deadly Drug in San Francisco City officials — and one determined mother — are working to stop the spread of cychlorphine, which is far more potent than fentanyl. By Heather Knight Reporting from San Francisco Sept. 14, 2026 https://www.nytimes.com/2026/09/14/us/san-francisco-autopsy-cychlorphine.html --- Things that were meaningful and important Things that were meaningful and important hinge on the fact, nothing lasts forever indeed, it underscores and foreshadows not only impermanence, a portent given as an idea to contemplate sit, meditate, reflect on the never that attachment left in a body bag hat in hand, her son, to apologize at that point, non-attachment left the room the EMT took the corpse, a dish rag were it not so, sodden with drug abuse existence precedes essence, the self lies restless, hidden in plain sight, full of gloom emptiness becomes palpable, no truce meaningf...
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Dependent Origination ~ Tuesday, September 15, 2026

Our recidivist reincarceration Only, yes, we were innocent both times under racial profiling policies recidivism is the goal, for sure reincarnation, confined for our crimes each time, we get out for the worst, reborn causes and conditions, in colonies in groups, as animals, without a cure decisions shape actions through intentions intentions and volition shape our scorn visions of how life could be otherwise imagination in prison, this earth still, the alternative is fiction, lies tear a page from...the book, before our birth really, before we were conceived, mentions exactly, the networks set up to see imagine thoughts arise, change and cease, stream normalcy on the TV screen, to watch causality, gratis, without a fee as reincarnation as in rebirth reborn not as ourselves but as a dream cancel culture destroyed our chance to hatch enigmatic plots, to plant seeds, to grow rational minds, not as heaven on earth as if one fiction was never enough time outside an...
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Black Morphs ~ Monday, September 14, 2026

‘ We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.’ ~ William Butler Yeats ‘Anima Hominis’ in  Per Amica Silentia Lunae , 1918. --- Welcome to the grey, the red, and the black endlessly bickering, squirrels quarrel making quite a ruckus, losing focus appearances during lunchtime, a fact kings and queens of the quad wait on the grass expecting free handouts, against the wall orders not to feed the wildlife, I guess understanding the administration to offer food to animals, address objective intentions, consequences forms of volition, ideology thank your lucky stars, you must build fences honesty is the best psychology even as squirrels bark, a vacation questionable at best is a good start until someone mentions retirement as wishful thinking takes over my brain remember that I have decades of hurt remember that I have no faith in life every time, I offer a nip of mint little buddy, Juju Kitty, once lean witnesses th...
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Rhetoric Quarrels with the Three Poisons ~ Thursday, September 10, 2026

Within this observable universe invisible to telescopic sight thinly veiled and yet still misunderstood hinterland, observed as to reimburse if not to reinforce what is unknown needless suffering, potato late blight this speculation, each monk wears a hood history follows the money, the lies invented Hollywood, E.T. phone home search for extraterrestrial intel organized by the dumbest criminals behold the government for a short spell search for intelligence, what infidels elastic as the speed of light, the skies reveal poverty here on earth, no sense visions of wealth, egos without limits arguments are useless, everyone dies belief in faith-based religions, pretense leading the witness, all societies emerge hopeful to meet rich little shits under the present regime, no disguise no need to hide their greed, their avarice intelligence is not theirs to find, please view the upside-down world, searching outside exceptions to the rule, people still try religion is n...
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Take Five for Satori, a Three-year Old ~ Monday, September 7, 2026

Strange, as a teen, I did not realize Silly me, not to be born as Buddha transcend this world and all phenomena reality becomes present-at-hand arguments lost sit within a mudra no gaining thoughts sit within emptiness given loving-kindness, Philomena everything, you see, castles made of sand as a child, how I did not realize sorrow as suffering and loneliness aggression masks the triggers of the past terror feeds upon past trauma, mama every day is the same, the die is cast everyone looks the other way, llama notes our delusions of grandeur, surprise I was born in Bombay, as you may know difficult to forgive, not knowing why innocence as a child destroyed by chance destroyed by choice, Performance, a game show nothing but ten years of horror and shame obviously, I must transcend the sky touch a cloud, as ships pass, a look askance rebounds off the backboard, off the blackboard enter grade school, already crushed, to blame another for my fate, I have no voice l...
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