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シカゴ 支所 スポーツ Shikago Shisho Supōtsu ~ Friday, July 31, 2026

シカゴ 支所 スポーツ Shikago Shisho Supōtsu A dead-end job, this shit show company As I walk through the basement, the phone rings dead silence, no one on the other line emptiness as if from beyond but where ask if anyone is there, Macie sings difficult to hear if there is a voice emptiness still, hang up, this life of mine nothing but calls, your dime, from over there decide to move on, cannot, stuck, to scream just does not make sense, do I have a choice of course, you always have a choice, they say but, of course, you do not in the moment this life in retail is hell, with no pay help me, somebody, help me, I am spent if this is my karma, just a bad dream sever the corpus callosum, I shake shit-show blues, delirium tremens, I wake hollow inside, choose this alcoholic infernal afterlife, did I do wrong to choose this job, this position, this place shelves of shoe boxes, this must be a trick how beautiful, the options for people only, it feels grotesque, the odor strong ...

A Prayer for the Dying ~ Thursday, July 30, 2026

Dear God,      Yes, I am ready to Glock out ever so, ever so...what is the point aspire to burn the house down, tired really, ever so, ever so...I doubt God forbid that I do anything good or worthwhile, my God, is time out of joint decidedly, they say, I am fired Yes! Freedom, liberty, release, at last echoes of a bygone era, dead wood smolders, charcoal embers, burn down the house I know that I am wrong for this world, wrong as stranger danger, a foreign-born mouse murdered by politics, just for a song ready to give up the ghost, an outcast empty vessel no one can fill, broken as a child, a little too wild, unsafe decide to pay less attention, let go yes, responsibility, unspoken tolerable for some, or for no one obey the rules, go to school, a naïf Glock muzzle sniffs my soft palate, just so left to my own devices, I grew up obviously, choices I made alone consequences for my actions, duty kindness, and love but no one do I trust only Deat...

Speculation as the Fine Line between ~ Friday, July 24, 2026

You know you have just one chance to forgive You know you have only one life to live or is that just a lie, a confusion understood and misunderstood as fact knowledge beyond reason you must forgive no one knows beyond what is common sense only reason can discern delusion would that you could see this play in one act you know what I am talking about: life only, you see, time makes all the difference understanding that you cannot return honestly, a weight lifts, life is a gift as each moment passes, decades to burn visions of the impossible, a rift each moment shifts with choices full of strife juries of angels and saints to observe understand all the lies, decades at church stories they tell each other from a book tell me which way to drive and when to swerve only this world, I cannot understand not just when they hurt or try to besmirch each name and reputation, take a look change your patterns of thought, as to make strange however convoluted this journey as if...

Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave ~ Friday, July 24, 2026

Who, what, where, when, why, and how, the sequence has no order, rhyme or reason to find as a non-native speaker seeks to speak truth to injustice as a consequence When things get out of hand as a migrant however the government seeks to bind each citizen to protect from the weak ne'er-do-well who pulls the fire alarm Who, according to the law, looks aslant how easy a task to find a scapegoat other people are the problem, they say Why question authority, people vote how they let others represent, no way yes, America is the land of harm

The Word Became Flesh ~ Thursday, July 23, 2026

In the beginning... Insanity is no defense against notions of self-defense, in cases of theater and murder, the first degree however, as justice is thus dispensed enter a plea of madness, what a risk before time, there was just the stars above enter the stream, no gods, no masters, see given before the birth of time, nonsense in the beginning, God ate lobster bisque nothing goes unthought or without a plan nothing but the kitchen sink, all at once in the beginning, God ate Raisin Bran nothing but the best for the king, a dunce given how nothing now makes a difference

Inside a Box in Evanston, a Book ~ Wednesday, July 22, 2026

A Letter for Toad Anais, dear friend, I found you a book Literally, a guilty pleasure, child each time I see you, I sense a big smile to think we were friends before we met, look to other people that sounds like nonsense each time I see you, I become quite mild rather gentle and playful, all the while forgetting the fact: I am an old man or an old crab, Cancer, as my defense really, long ago, I was a good boy Tomorrow, I may no longer be here of course, espresso is a simple joy and to read, Frog and Toad Are Friends, I fear definitely, your eyes would like to scan

Of the dead, nothing but good is to be said ~ Wednesday, July 22, 2026

De mortuis nil nisi bonum dicendum est Deliberate as a jury on death eternity seems a really long time maybe to celebrate in this moment ordinary as it sounds, this one breath remember to cherish all that you see tune in to the beautiful as a crime understand inequality, consent in the duplicity, the grotesque lies seen but unrecognized as not beauty not the good or the true, so much sorrow in this world, this heartbreak, workers unite line up in a queue, a perfect arrow nothing in this world is perfect, despite intelligent mathematicians and spies solving problems, creating solutions in a world focused on entertainment beauty, health and wealth as means to an end obviously glamor, as conclusions noted to what is random, the given understanding life in itself, how spent many feel during the work week, to bend down and clean shit from the pavement, your dog in a nutshell, how lucky, the raven count your blessings with both hands as you pray each day and night be...