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A Colossal Misunderstanding, Laugh ~ Thursday, July 2, 2026

In one hundred and twenty trillion years not only will none of this matter much only if the last star turns into dust not a single light bulb, no people left everyone long gone, everything now dark how cold the universe without a word understood by a species of beings not just human but animal as well decidedly stupid and ignorant readers of threads and reels, of videos entertainment was their education decidedly ignorant and stupid answers not forthcoming end in the void not disintegrated in hot lava deep inside a hungry ghost volcano twins disappear but now nobody cares wedged between now and deep time, the darkness empties in reverse through connective joints nothing ever really mattered but war tribute to Caesar, ideology yes, the fabric of false dichotomies time becomes still within silence, dark hype rifle through memories to remember insanity runs in my family left to my own devices, I would drown left with a sense of duty, I recall instruction in hope ...
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The Untold Story of the Wandering Madman ~ Thursday, July 2, 2026

Long ago, over fourteen billion years on another planet, just like the Earth not overpopulated by humans given the opportunity, I left and came to, what was then, the Sahara given the verdant beauty at the time old and gray, I wrote a book, a fiction only no one knew how to interpret visions I saw of four men, whom I knew empty-headed followers of a man riddles profound, they wrote four chronicles four narratives of uncertain events over the centuries, millenia under scrutiny, four stories became real, not true, but an honest depiction terror of the foreign, one man, I wrote entered the vernacular of worship entered the deification of man no more a man than a flesh and blood god bones broken to make him vulnerable in each account, stories differed widely left to the imagination, to faith little were the events questioned, believed in the context of magical thinking onion skins used as parchment, or vellum not to harm another animal, words yes, important to tho...
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Parking Lot Attendant ~ Thursday, July 2, 2026

In the order of paper, scissors, rock If ever I could never get angry never get upset with people or things things happen, no need to lose my cool, but how easily we fail, things go awry everything always just like this, people obey the law, until to do so brings reason into conflict with needs, I cut diagonal to avoid oncoming exiting traffic, look both ways, sheeple runners are better off when drivers look only if their phones were aware, could sense fortune about to change, rewrite the book perhaps people are inherently dense answer questions, solve problems, outgoing personal letters, what does this imply ergo sum, Cartesian coordinates rational points, geometric system silly kids play games, paper, scissors, rock create a win-or-lose contest, three fates inform and decide playful destiny sabotage the ego, spit out some phlegm suck it up, anger swells, I feel a shock orbits my gravity, painful, my face rocks back, from a lack of sincerity such is my luck on...
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Zen Is When You Open Your Eyes to Life ~ Monday, June 29, 2026

In Dark, Dark Room Number Thirteen, I Found Is the first day of the rest of your life nothing like what you expected, you wake decidedly early, as if it all actually mattered much too much, strife remains struggle until you overcome killing yourself slowly, this life will shake demons out from under your bed, you fall and hit your head but you are still alive really, what do you want to do, how dumb killing yourself becomes, work is okay really but not, what do you want to do one shot, this life, with nothing left to say only one thing to do, to stick like glue maybe is good, but no, move on, and thrive not just survive, work until you are dead unless that is what you want, how - insane maybe you drank the water and Kool-Aid burn in hell, a metaphor in your head each lie you soaked up, you vomit, expel really, is it now time to use a cane this life is short but sweet, you made the grade how much better do you want to appear in this world, you get to work, or tra...
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Catastrophic Thinking ~ Sunday, June 28, 2026

How not to catastrophize the real world Heavens to Betsy, how quaint and polite of course, blasphemy is an utterance witness to what is supernatural naysayers set the flag of truth alight of course, this is all politics, conflict tragedy is everywhere, still we dance to celebrate my birthday, natural of course, to people who celebrate Pride catastrophes of mind, I must restrict and redirect, channel the negative taste what is otherwise, a different bent a flavor to seek out, as positive still, we dance and sing as children once sent to bed, say our prayers out loud, hide inside rationalize as adults how others of course, choose ignorance, hatred and greed phantoms that follow me inside my mind how not to catastrophize, my brothers in the real world, everything seems like hell zebras see only black and white, a creed everything is multicolored, the blind thematically metaphorical, sense how what is different, we rely on smell each deals with their disappointment ...
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Mythology Expects Knowledge to Grow ~ Sunday, June 28, 2026

She slept on the idea of yesterday Sleep is a habit-forming drug of choice however, when I cannot sleep, the muse elicits words from a dark place, from dreams selective hearing allows for one voice left from the cacophony of noises embrace the voice within that nightmares choose perhaps they dream of work, of voiceless screams tomorrow I awaken as today on my birthday, life full of surprises nothing lasts as long as a dead friend, dear thankfully, I am not homicidal however, imagination, I fear elicits strategies of a bridal interference plan, jilted, as they say despite the longing for love, desire ends up channeled with suppressed emotions action is decisive when repeated only sati, a bride on the pyre forms societal expectations cast yes, on the idea that love like oceans embodies the force of arms defeated successfully by hungry ghosts, by thoughts turned by a lathe, ancient as the Near East except poison from a well cannot sit remembering how still it mus...
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Golden Dreams: History in the Making ~ Sunday, June 28, 2026

I slept on the idea of yesterday sleep as a habit-forming drug of choice leaps out of bed like a child and runs fast everywhere all at once, what can I say practice makes the imperfections perfect the act of running born without a voice objectively, I know this cannot last nothing lasts forever like a dead friend theatrical as a mime, I detect how conspiracy makes a suicide evidently, an inevitable idea, when men gather for regicide despite how work is unenviable except when the means justify the end antithetical to the ends themselves obstructing justice to make history for to justify the means makes our lives yes, misshapen as books upon warped shelves everyone knows that content can be warped save the perspective of a love story tomorrow, no one knows how sharpened knives exacerbate a situation born realistically, from well-planned, mapped out designs to conform to ideas of right and wrong and make decisions out of dreams yes, tomorrow is a dream formed at n...
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