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Flip a Coin, Heads or Tails, to Live or Die ~ Monday, November 9, 2026

Get into trouble / Stay out of trouble Get into the car, have my say and leave evenhanded backhand, a bloody mouth tell the truth, speak truth to power, what lies in consequence to actions, receive nothing less than a fist, a bloody lip to say I know tough love, but what goes south obviously, ignored, what may arise trouble is my middle name, give me grief rest assured, karma is double, a tip obey the way, follow the rules and learn understanding means little to others bleed the freaks, outside the norm, as they earn less than the standard fare, crack-whore mothers enable the weak, discipline belief Stay away, two thousand miles, far enough to keep away from backhand slaps and feet as they kick the air and miss, how to land your Learjet nose first, still nothing too rough out of thin air, out of the blue, lightning understanding nothing, the empty street true to form, by design, palm of the hand objects rarely plummet and at full speed full-on catastrophe, the living bleed trouble is m...
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No Inclusions ~ Saturday, November 7, 2026

Fear and anger will not solve the problem ear to the ground, listen, and you will hear arrive at a solution, your conscience randy, rowdy, and rough, a diamond gem android, gynoid, or humanoid, no mind no awareness to cut a rough diamond danger appears as a false gem cutter anger reacts to stimuli in haste no mind, no consciousness, this grotesque fear generates bad faith as pseudoconscience erroneous as consciousness, as poor rarely ideal or excellent, such taste will generate clarity in focus in a flawless optical illusion law and order appears as the locus leave the hocus pocus as delusion nonsense, the problem still exists, unkind oracular knot of the demimonde tones retrofit, makes the prophet stutter solve the problem, knots cut open the door old myths explain ventures in history leave the dog with no-mind, delta to zed venture beyond the grotesque, to react emotionally to color, glory theatrical weight in carats to win heat applied to an injury instead ...
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To Wake Up One Night and Write This Poem ~ Friday, November 6, 2026

The Heart Sutra:  Gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā "Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone utterly beyond, awakening, hail!" "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form" In some respects, born to do poetry not to be The Buddha but someone else someone who resembles a character or a person who mirrors a story mention the mind that reflects on the mind enter a house of mirrors, down each aisle reflections on illusions, The Proctor entices each person to navigate sources on the course, the blind lead the blind pretend to accept this makes perfect sense everything in chaos, this delusion consequences of past actions, nonsense to recognize mistakes as illusion someone must write in order to create born not as The Buddha, but a poet of no importance to the world at hand remember, to convey wisdom in words nobody understands, but they know it to hear it, the unspoken as spoken only the silent dead count grains of sand do or do not do, the chatter of birds o...
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Saved by the Unspoken ~ Wednesday, November 4, 2026

You laugh so hard you piss yourself and cry Yellow, as you know, my favorite color orange, on the other hand, comes second understanding the spectrum, a delight luxury, our first-world problems, glamor answers the question, the meaning of life understanding language, what is beyond ghosts and ghouls, the horror of terror fright haunted by trauma and triggers, this game subtle as a knife in the back, this strife overcome by sheer diligence to thrive hugs and kisses, a lasting impression artistic endeavors create to strive reason beyond reason as confession distinction in the lecture hall, a shame yolk on my face, in the mirror, I blink orbits of satellites around the sun understanding this luminosity pink aura, remember Tasha, I think introverted universal values solitary encounters as I run such beauty in this gritty, old city yellow shoes win the race, who sings the blues organic, electric Granny Smith green understanding my need for heroin resolved by writing...
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The Parable of the Burning House ~ Sunday, November 1, 2026

How to stay positive in this chaos How to let go of the ego and grow old gracefully with the world on fire who divines mineral water with rod touching my hands firmly but lightly, crow observes this strange occupation to learn stale acts of wisdom without desire tailor-made for experience, the yod assigns activities as understood yolk in the face for the lost boys who yearn positively for a brighter future ostensibly people care, try to help sit in a classroom where there is no cure in schools, with no practice, but pups to whelp time lost in boxes, where there is no good ivory tusks of elephants, beauty visions of the ephemeral, stolen embrace the beautiful and the grotesque insanity to accept harm, duty notwithstanding, murder of animals this being ivory and tusks broken history observes what is camusesque if not quite kafkaesque, in a nutshell sinister Hamlet, out hunting narwhals chaotic disinformation, random how Rosencrantz and Guildenstern stumble abse...
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Tántalos to Defend the Pride of Theft ~ Friday, October 30, 2026

Do the Trains Not Run on Time, Nostalgia? Do not listen while "Turn me on, dead man" orbits "Revolution 9" in reverse the choice to tune in, turn on, and drop out how generations plan how to unplan each decision with schemes ready-to-hand tripping the liquid sunshine dazzle curse reverse the playback on the vinyl grout answers to the meaning of life question insanity as castles made of sand not to state the obvious but language serves the reader as a guide to the swifts not to imply augury as to gauge omens, scan how a tectonic plate shifts temblors shake the earth with indigestion run, run, run, run, run, breathe in and breathe out underneath that façade is a mirror never in a million years would they know only if they read the newspaper, doubt nothing but the naysayers filled with guilt tremblors occur, without a doubt, a lout imagines he could elicit terror messengers as angels dressed for a show emerge from the stage lights, as children pout nostalgia to reme...
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Just Deserts ~ Tuesday, October 27, 2026

Throw Big Brother Under the Bus? For Sure! Throw Big Brother under the bus? For sure! How convenient! Regime change, a quick fix. Runaway Bunny, not so funny, see. Objects in mirror are closer to lure. Windows to the world, Chicago, look out! Big Brother, closer than they appear, Six. Ignorant as the secret police, Gee. Guaranteed to fuck up the world at hand. Brother under the bus? Give me a shout! Rout the oppressors from their beds, not them. Only their friends and families, hurt them all. Though innocent, guilty, caught by the hem. Hurt them all, I never said that, the Fall. Eve fed Adam, politics, desert sand. Remember this is all an illusion! Under the octagon sign, a gem. Nothing more, nothing less, not big, not small. Despite this novel by Stanisław Lem. Embark on a journey from Łódź to Gaul. Remember to travel only by land. Thank me later, or better yet, never. Honestly, I hate this beautiful world. Empty of all value, save delusion. Bus driver from pris...
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