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My Favorite Cokehead Stockbroker ~ Thursday, October 22, 2026

As with my favorite cokehead stockbroker time will tell if we ever speak again let it be known that he is my brother except he cares as much as a bagel as we have no business, it may make sense suffering from trauma, the latch-key gone the art of friendship, carry a ladle nobody knows as no one ever asks only white lies offered accepts the dance to invite somebody out on a date in this world, the rules are, play nice or else not a word out of place, people act staid the way alcoholics act sober, smarts how much it hurts, confusion, taking risks each day, out of control, without guidance wake up to my family, in the nut house at least, people tried to act rational yes, I spent a fortnight inside, mind dense thicket of dysfunction, malnutrition habitation loss from tough love, what grace adopted from the war on drugs, channel thoughtlessness into mindfulness, decades attached to wrongheaded views, hydration demands vigilance, am I his keeper understand, he kicked ...
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A Brandy for Your Anonymity ~ Sunday, October 18, 2026

Hey dude, may I speak to the author, please? Hé Calvados, why are you drunk again everyone knows how dependent on drink you are but you feel you need alcohol drunk on the job, behind the wheel, giant under the influence, the time to quit decide on the narrow gate, is it wrong everyone knows what a lack of control may look like, frightened mouse, caught in the act again, caught by my cat, Shakespeare, I quote yes, the Scottish Play, the Moor of Venice I know too much and not enough to help such is life, cold bastard, for zen, a nose perhaps just sitting is enough, an alp each to their own, to climb, must I concoct an illusion, this life, through allusions kindness is not the way to get sober to my father, an alcoholic, pain obtains the license to behave as pink thoughtfully hiding beneath an old shawl honesty beats triggers, his son, hell bent everyone knows calamari is squid author, author, cries not unlike bravo unknown to me, child, full of emotions thoroughl...
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Meaningless Gibberish: Words on the Page ~ Sunday, October 18, 2026

If I were to talk, you were to listen from my experience, as to convey I understand, what now, I cannot give were I to try, I would then fail, fasten everybody, shall we go for a ride remember to feed the Japanese koi everybody in the same boat, behave to learn the rules to bend or break the switch off the tree, the children, whom you forbade tell me the truth, the mirror and the walls as one reflects, the others hear with ears long as a black-tailed jackrabbit, who pulls kindness out of a hat, searching, he feels yolk inside an egg, as if to watch out for pedestrians, people who walk underneath red octagons saying STOP were you to listen, the rules of the road each time you roll past the line with a jerk reality pulls you up, jackrabbit each lack of consideration, you drip tap, tap, tap on the pots and pans, you float on dreams of ontological landscapes liquid sunshine dazzles the mind, rapid internal neural networks melt, compute synapses meld, connections los...
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Dichroic Orchid, Part 7 ~ Wednesday, October 14, 2026

"C.R.E.A.M." A: I think I was supposed to do something. B: What did you forget to do, Professor? A: You know, something meaningful with my life. B: But you taught at the university. A: I attended the same time that you did. B: But you were just sitting in on classes. A: I was there for my Bachelor's degree. B: You were just older than the rest of us. A: Yes, studying Philosophy and French. B: Wait?! Nothing practical like accounting? A: Not even Business or Economics. B: No one taught you how to be an adult? A: I was headstrong, rebellious as a child. B: That is so sad. Sounds like you were abused. A: Yes, my father was an alcoholic. B: Everything was hush-hush, behind closed doors. A: The nature of dysfunctional families. B: What a tragedy. But you were so smart. A: You know, compliments will get you nowhere. B: Sorry, I am so sorry. You are right. A: I think I was supposed to do something. B: Yes, something worthwhile, leave a legacy. A: I thought ...
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Dead Meat ~ Tuesday, October 13, 2026

If forgotten, out of sight, out of mind forget to care, get drunk, hard day at work rotten little children, two boys to beat older, firstborn, leave this son well alone temple of the drunken father, tin box ten, twenty, thirty years away, the ark enter a covenant inside a boat no one but Jesus Christ asleep, no faith then history, a fox, a wraith, to tax haunted houses in October, hollow empty except for perceptions, to sense nothingness in motion, noises, shallow to speculate, exploit others by chance observe the unspoken, events as truth say an alcoholic cleans up his act asinine lies, behaviors continue yes, the drunk is sober, so to speak, no spare tire rod, just in case, to concoct pare down the skin from an apple, the flesh as Apollo skins Marsyas, a nude received, the curator shown to obey examples of the past, learned behavior the rules observed as catholic, to smash his face with a backhand, old enough now enter college a wreck, what therapy rod in han...
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No Disrespect ~ Monday, October 12, 2026

The crow flies too low, bounces off the hood heard with a thud, immobile beyond hope empty-headed bird brain, why die for fun clear across the other side of the road roundabout to inspect the kill, a deer observes a truck too late, a mangled corpse worthless alive, but for meat off the land fly higher, little friends, why die for kicks life becomes simply a portal, this door inside, the opportunity to test existence, the ability to thrive survive, move on, suffer, skies overcast tumultuous memories set, they crave obsessive compulsive actions, the cracks old people observe on concrete pavements lessons to learn, but how to care, show love only respect for the slow and the dead wakes us from our slumber, with certain hints break for the possibility of death only to stop and wait, to show respect under the guise of a mourner, or laugh notice nothing on the way to the beach cause ripples in the flow as an expert examiner observes the stream in rough scans, the weig...
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An Absurd Romance ~ Sunday, October 11, 2026

The ghost of Albert walks from the wreckage he feels fine, lighter than ever, aghast envisions the moment before, a flash ghastly, before his eyes, his life, an ache his head, his whole body, but now, no pain oddly, he sees the passenger, a toast still and silent, his body, its burnt flesh transforms into blackened enormous wings ostensibly, still on fire, a coin for the ferryman, placed inside his mouth Albert, of two minds, the salt and the sand left behind, an angel formed by an oath blackened, orange roughy, thus to descend emerge out of brimstone, the girl with bangs reads his novels, his plays, his short stories troubled by the angel with its arguments words of literary criticism absent of polemics, as she tarries literally waiting for an angel kings and queens matter nought to her dead prince silently, she listens for the chasm frosted over with charm, what to believe religion and the Church, with its angle original gangsters hustle and scheme money in th...
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