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The Majestic Unicorn ~ Sunday, March 29, 2026

The Majestic Unicorn Asks for You Thematic basis for a running joke hermeneutics aside, to interpret ephemeral phenomena, a shoe Major Tom to Ground Control, the door broke as I now have nothing better to do just wait for maintenance to arrive, bet enter a song and dance contest, sniff glue snort coke, shoot horse, mix cocktails, a speedball to encounter the fire always blue introduce you to the forever gone club, where the afterlife is nevermore Until you spy a raven on the lawn nothing but black on green as a folklore introduce you to dropping dead, they fall called back to earth to report a murder ouch, that even hurt my ears, a bad pun restores the fulcrum to balance the scales now if Rachel dances on a girder Atop a skyscraper construction site sucks if she falls in, a show just for fun kindness kills the best of us with hay bales smothered with kisses by a Six-foot Pole forget why they arrived for a small bite ostrich head in the proverbial sand remember ...
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μίμησις ~ Sunday, March 29, 2026

This book, I broke the spine, what do I owe Theater is mimetic, no talent hateful pretty boys in make-up act out issue a warrant for arrest, busted shit going down, do not act so gallant book them on charges of grand larceny out of the way, get out, you drunken lout ousted from Congress, servants once trusted kindness in cruelty, loving-kindness I twist my tongue in knots, copper penny broke the law, the spine on a book I read ripped it to shreds, rip her to shreds, so dull okra on a bone china plate, I dread kindness as cruelty, memories null every happy moment lost to blindness theater is a lie, yes, nothing more hateful little girls with tantrums to throw everyone loves to watch, voyeurs, on stage spit on the floor, vagrant, what is the score pity for you no one speaks up, bespoke intellect lost in the city, black crow no one bats an eyelash, you rant with rage empty your past bottled up with a cork what do I do with all this pain, I broke hate crimes to get ...
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Naked, to See You in Your Birthday Suit ~ Thursday, March 26, 2026

Yeah, they really want to ... as you are, Star even without clothes on, just like this, nude ask them yourself, just go out there, say hi how can I ever trust you, Beauregard trust me, I pay for everything, for you hey, I was just asking a question, dude each time I come in here you say goodbye yeah, when you leave, I say, have a nice day really, Star, they came to see you, who knew everybody wants to see me, baby ask me if I care, we just need money like yesterday, Bae, remember, maybe listen, could you stop wasting time, honey yeah, Beau, hop in the sack until you gray wait a minute, little sister, mom said ask me if I care what mom says, you know no, this is just not right, you playing me taste my slit, eat my crack, get into bed tonight, my wife will be back home, be nice of course, you say be nice to your wife, show... aspire to something higher, sweet pea such a playa, show me your raw dog, boi yeah, now, I have to go to the office office, liar, got your of...
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Plagiarism Is Theft ~ Wednesday, March 25, 2026

A Heart-Shaped Balloon at Grand Central Is Stopping Commuters in Their Tracks The balloon appeared on the ceiling of the main concourse around Valentine’s Day, giving rise to delight and theories about its origins. By Neil Vigdor Published March 24, 2026 Updated March 25, 2026, 9:23 a.m. ET https://www.nytimes.com/2026/03/24/nyregion/grand-central-heart-shaped-balloon-ceiling.html --- One of the surest tests of the superiority or inferiority of a poet is the way in which a poet borrows. Immature poets imitate mature poets steal bad poets deface what they take and good poets make it into something better or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique utterly different than that from which it is torn the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion. A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time or alien in language or diverse in interest. ~ T.S. Eliot --- Spring is sprung ... Love is in the air Spr...
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Amelēs Potamos: The Demon Love Song of Acedia ~ Monday, March 23, 2026

Amelēs Potamos: The Demon Love Song of Acedia Unlike the tropes of fiction, all is real not simply in the mind, Johnson kicks rocks licks rust, eats glass, devours your children in a Swiftian sense of proposal kindness, loving-kindness as a modest entreaty, con carne, baby ham hocks theatre of cruelty, smoothly silken heartless as an analogy for food enter the industry, please, be my guest troubles in Ulster, centuries of hate rip up the treaties, rip off the bandage objectively, property, we debate principles of justice and rights, we gauge equality with Jesus on the rood suck it up, no afterlife, final breath order me a double whiskey, neat, please forget unmindfulness, River Lethe forgetfulness, the underworld, not death instruct me to let go, carelessness drinks core values for millenia, we freeze tinctures of animosity, Grete instruct me to slow down, Jonathan feasts on stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled infants, thinks nobody cares, British landlords pity ...
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Kook ~ Sunday, March 22, 2026

Not unlike a character in a book of fiction, a novel, set in our day time appears as a river, as a stream unlike other people, I am a kook needlessly suffering, unlike others liquor and pills lessen the pain, they say in this world of illusion, not to dream kills the meaning of life, what can I do everyone appears otherwise, brothers a donkey brays, prophets write, asinine character makes the man, old-fashioned thoughts hold tightly to the purse strings, catch a line a train south from Evanston, stop on dots relay to catch and release, grasp the clew a ball of thread in gold, beyond value cretin myths, for her, he kills a monster the sister, a princess in a kingdom each man is a hero, or not, a clue reminiscent of our humanity in a word, delusion, what cannot stir noodles in a stock pot, for what will come a prophesy, an ancient world, spoken book a flight to visit what I pity obsolete, meaningless jargon, words lost on inhumanity, how the clouds plead kook, wa...
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Cardamom ~ Saturday, March 21, 2026

If nobody asks me, then must he know Inside, we watch television and wait for dinner, our mom cooking at the stove never could we understand this moment only later, as adults, such a trait blossoms in gratitude, this perspective objectivity observes as a clove drops into a pot to release fragrant yesterdays, subjectivity in thoughts as deep as the Mariana Trench, dive surface to ten thousand meters for love kindness in a pot of biryani succumbs to a flavorful past, above merchants await our catch, drink port, tawny empty bottles litter the deck, slipknots trace emotions back to events, the fence how separate we are from our neighbors each step, a misstep, as spicy crab rolls never process their grievances, so dense mustard gas tastes sweet until my lungs bleed until my heart bursts, until my brain pours salt on the wounds, open up all the holes trepanation relieves too much pressure hamburger before dinner, stoned for greed excessive hunger, empty stomach, wait ...
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