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The Lord's Prayer ~ Friday, June 19, 2026 (Juneteenth)

Absence, disappearance, and emptiness because the necessary removal sends shivers down your spine, distribution enters a new phase, the unsteadiness nonsense makes more sense than reason itself creating Dada with no approval enchanted with war, with no solution deferring to pride, sheep to the slaughter institutions insist, books on the shelf silly to imagine, with so much dust ancient parchment safely hidden away potentially lost to fire, the trust potentially lost over time, they say each man broken will marry a daughter and the cycle repeats, all the abuse repetition makes perfect, a practice and the children grow up into adults nonsense, adults remain children, no truce creates the need for profits, endless war endless without hope, the hunger for spice and trade in human lives, the rise of cults not to explain but to exploit workers despite the ubiquity, hide the scar empty vessels shattered, families destroyed many become a chain of confusion potentially ...
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Γνῶθι σεαυτόν / gnōthi seauton ~ Monday, June 15, 2026

Nothing to understand, all this nonsense Nothing left to understand but nonsense of course, I know nothing, an innocent this bit of subterfuge is the refuge honored by that rare bird, a bit less dense in all honesty, less thick in the head not simply born to think, but yes, hell-bent given disparities the masses choose to their own benefit, short-lived, for sure of course, they believe they are right, less said underneath the facade, the truth remains nobody knows the whole truth, they pretend defer to legal scholars to defend exactly what pertains inside their brains residing and presiding as the cure study whatever your heart desires to see the big picture in the details accept all the dichotomies as false no ideas, great or small, put out fires decide that water is the truth, the law accepts slavery in all forms, then fails lets go of past mistakes, accepts all faults leaves the past to scholars, moves on, action theater reproduces pantomime how to make se...
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God Bless You! ~ Sunday, June 14, 2026

If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him If, in your confusion, you, then, decide for whatever reason, now, to kill me you may observe later, deep in your mind only in the comfort of regicide understanding condones acts by an insane morbidly curious creature, to see eternity in a seashell, to find emptiness in values that shift and change time replaces sorrow with sugarcane the Buddha is not the Buddha, you know how mistakes, in hindsight, make little sense enter the world without choice, why you grow Buddha, the prince who let us figure out understanding underlies the footbridge deep in the soil, beneath the flow, the fish dive to seek nourishment beside the ridge happiness comes, well-fed, without a wish answered by divine intervention, doubt on the other hand, makes little difference nothing beyond the mind makes sense, how strange the road takes me places, I would not seek heroes lead in anguish and fear, unseen entirely hidden, for a moment roads ancien...
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Accountability of the Spirit ~ Thursday, June 11, 2026

The more I understand, the less I care Theater for bloody ignorant apes horrible, our childhood, makes me so sad entertainment for adults as failures mediocrities taste the sour grapes oil and vinegar, ginger and garlic rely on nobody, no trust, my bad existential crisis, still time endures I become the other, their one scapegoat under the appearance, this life makes sense no one understands this could be a trick deception is the rule for most people exceptions to the rule always exist remember, we were brothers, not sheeple standing under the steeple, they persist turn a blind eye and build a better fence after five decades, none of this matters nothing makes a difference, not now, no more decisions made by the grown-ups, they count theater, a bush of sparrows chatters how could I know when I was young, no fun empty vessel as an adult, the score less than zero, no money, no amount ever could make up for going abroad still, you ended up the wealthier son so it ...
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Para los últimos fusilados ~ Wednesday, June 10, 2026

Rage consumes me Riddle me with rifles, sift with a sieve against the wall, I smoke two cigarettes gifts from the executioner, the squad enamored with bloodshed, take life to give counsel for the people, an ounce of rage opens the floodgates, tears tumble, regrets never spoken, never understood, God sums up our anarchy as rebellion under the aegis as to disengage my status as enemy of the state enemy of the king, bring me the head she said, and so they brought her an ingrate maybe the queen wanted me dead, instead entitled soldiers bring her a hellion
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The Filth and the Fury ~ Sunday, June 7, 2026

The woman in pink with the J Crew bag There she stood waiting for the Purple Line how patient she appeared on the platform even for a moment, she seemed so young women are as mysterious as time obviously, some obtain their beauty mischievously, some without any scorn across the expanse, a green bag, she clung needlessly to the past, as if to youth in a vision, with no sense of duty no one could see her sensibility pink sweater or jacket, she wore it well in the city, her inability not to appear feminine, a soft shell kindness radiated as if the truth within was not based on logic, who knows if to hear her voice or to see her eyes this much is true, distance is majestic how soft her high arches, her little toes that the heat of late spring started early how angelic like a dancer, she spies each to their own, Evanston, with its shtick Jesus, starved and hungry, never drinks brine Crickets, in the movie theater, chirp realizing, Jesus is not burly everyone knows, ...
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There is no love in this world anymore ~ Saturday, June 6, 2026

Dear Nancy,      I know how much you want me especially, to write you a letter as if I could forget over summer really, not much happens, as you can see Nancy, I miss you at the beach, you left all in a rush, you said, nothing better nothing at all than a good friend, bummer calling me out like that, me, in bad faith yet, I do not know, I will feel bereft I forget all summer and you get mad knowing, full well, I am just a fuck-up now, I look back, forty years later, sad of course, I was a punk, not a suck up would you still hate me, I feel like a wraith how do I get back to normal, I lost overwhelmingly, with you, since high school words cannot convey my sorrow, old friend maybe, I was in the wrong, I know the cost under duress, I confess, friends are few call it what you will, adulthood, uncool how I must appear to you in the end you may never read this letter, long gone only, I can only hope that you knew understood that your forgiveness is ...
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