"I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe" ~ Sir Philip Sidney

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...

To fall asleep in my hoodie, so nice To say the day was long, hyperbole of course, I was tired, I am old now forget that I woke up at six o'clock as if that were a big deal, now at three lest I forget, the farmers of the world little do I know, wake to milk a cow and sailors wait outside on a cold dock so meeting, work, and then to go running little do I see my fingerprints whorled each to their own, as common and mundane everyone knows but me, I want to sleep please, a little luxury is insane in this world, workers of the world are sheep no one will mind if people are cunning maybe, of myself, a little ahead yes, convoluted, in my head, I get help me to overcome my own soft brain only, I wake in my hoodie, in bed only, this is not a fortune cookie despite the fact, you know, we just met if I could tell you, right here, on the train escape, as fast and as far as you can so you do not hear about my bookie only he cuts off hands and feet, so kind nice, nice, ...

I am the way, and the truth, and the life. ~ John 14:6 NRSV I would sooner beat them with a Bible as if to show my faith in faithlessness maybe you understand my frustration that I cannot say here without libel how to say less, say nothing, say no more each to their own, within this fatelessness way out, beyond my own desecration answers remain hidden, found by others yet the way is pitch-black, lost as before answers unimportant, so near at hand nothing but mindlessness, so sad, but real descending the hourglass, grains of sand thankless, ungrateful zombies cannot feel how important it is to know, brothers each to their own, to witness with two eyes truth, a rhetorical question to ask rely on experience and not faith understanding language games beyond lies thoughtlessness to discuss acts beyond harm how each person, their persona, a mask as if character, a fictional wraith nothing but wisps of smoke to weigh with salt do not forget, son, to set the alarm thou...

What did I do to deserve this treatment What is it, it is what it is, let go how much worse can it get, know what I mean attribute the abuse to the victim tell it like it is, say nothing, say no dodo, you are extinct, you are no more if to say less, I guess, if I come clean dodo, this will not revive just how slim I say no more, I am beat, I am done do I need to give in, what is the score order a double whiskey neat, Kool-Aid to say they drink Kool-Aid, I drink bourbon order me another double, the grade diminished by my faults, by the big con embellish all the lies, in truth, what fun servants to their status, I laugh, money each to their own, what a joke they create relax, I smile, genuine as their faith veritably, if I could not, honey exactly as I said, I write, so sad thrash the other in the mirror, not great how to get by, karma, a lie, a wraith in this world, whatever they imagine solve the problem, move on, no hope, so glad thanks but no thanks, treat me ...

I am the true vine I am just a character in a book a figment of your imagination maybe you have heard of me, I was born the son of my father, another spook how they betray and spy on each other each to their own, to defend the nation true as the blood and water that they scorn rough, unshaven faces choose to believe underhanded backdoor deals, my mother enters the lottery, with stones to throw visions of executions, I accuse imagination, what I cannot know notorious politicians who choose entertainment as a way to relieve

What Is an Author? ~ Michel Foucault Perverse how persuasive and invasive everyone nonchalant as Chalamet remember Salomé and King Herod visions not uncertain, so pervasive avoid discussions about the future situation normal, all fucked up, Bae institutions unintelligent, God value the possibilities unknown everyone friends with Timothée, for sure answers hidden as the clues in a dream no one knows who or what creates the quiz only by artifice, to hear the scream no one listens, no one cares, what it is yes, adults act as if they were full grown maybe humanity is not the end if say, another species comes along time and only time will tell, to belong yes, a young tree must flex and learn to bend