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The Filth and the Fury ~ Sunday, June 7, 2026

The woman in pink with the J Crew bag There she stood waiting for the Purple Line how patient she appeared on the platform even for a moment, she seemed so young women are as mysterious as time obviously, some obtain their beauty mischievously, some without any scorn across the expanse, a green bag, she clung needlessly to the past, as if to youth in a vision, with no sense of duty no one could see her sensibility pink sweater or jacket, she wore it well in the city, her inability not to appear feminine, a soft shell kindness radiated as if the truth within was not based on logic, who knows if to hear her voice or to see her eyes this much is true, distance is majestic how soft her high arches, her little toes that the heat of late spring started early how angelic like a dancer, she spies each to their own, Evanston, with its shtick Jesus, starved and hungry, never drinks brine Crickets, in the movie theater, chirp realizing, Jesus is not burly everyone knows, ...
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There is no love in this world anymore ~ Saturday, June 6, 2026

Dear Nancy,      I know how much you want me especially, to write you a letter as if I could forget over summer really, not much happens, as you can see Nancy, I miss you at the beach, you left all in a rush, you said, nothing better nothing at all than a good friend, bummer calling me out like that, me, in bad faith yet, I do not know, I will feel bereft I forget all summer and you get mad knowing, full well, I am just a fuck-up now, I look back, forty years later, sad of course, I was a punk, not a suck up would you still hate me, I feel like a wraith how do I get back to normal, I lost overwhelmingly, with you, since high school words cannot convey my sorrow, old friend maybe, I was in the wrong, I know the cost under duress, I confess, friends are few call it what you will, adulthood, uncool how I must appear to you in the end you may never read this letter, long gone only, I can only hope that you knew understood that your forgiveness is ...
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In the Basement ~ Friday, June 5, 2026

I am so quiet, even mice whisper as to listen to my thoughts about rice maybe they think I know Mumble Bunny so to spin lettuce without a crisper ordinarily, I speak to no one questions arise whether I live for spice understand, we will never meet, funny in a silent way, how deadly, kiss me even if you get my jokes, is it fun to speak with a poet, or a madman even the mice whisper thoughts in my ears very often, I wake up just to scan eternity in a nutshell, his fears none less than Prince Hamlet, bad dreams, you see mice whispering in my ears while I sleep in the dark, I cannot find my way home comb the streets for my corpse, I must be dead even if we meet, not even a peep whispered into my ears by mice, the spice however, in my brain, under the dome inside my cranium, my skull, unfed special sauce lacks garlic, what is the point perhaps, to eat meatballs with orzo rice each to their own, is that not what she said rings as Sicilian anelli pasta if we met, we c...
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The Arc of the Speeding Calico Cat ~ Thursday, June 4, 2026

At the vet, the day before the blue moon to say our goodbyes to the Growltiger though the Wiccan was all around, magic honestly could not save my cat, high noon eclipsed her death, her tongue stuck out, bug eyes virtually half-dead, I would wager everyone knows sedation is no trick take away the spirit, the corpse remains the vet with purple hair wore no disguise however, the arc of the Calico embraced years of effort to love a cat damned to the street, a runt, not long ago answered the sorrow of my past, now that yes, she becomes past as well, no one gains before I knew it, my cat was long gone exactly where, I do not know, they say felines go to Kitty Heaven, children of a lesser god believe the big con religion sets us up for fairy tales each to their own, give the dog a bone, pay the bill before the service ends, say when honestly, I am sick of industry enter the world, exit when all else fails blue moon, second full moon, an afterthought leave me alone, h...
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Please keep telling me that I am enough ~ Thursday, June 4, 2026

Please keep telling me that I am enough Perhaps you know something that I do not let humanity burn, shot down in flames even if I could not care less, I must ask me why cocaine drips out your nose, snot slides down your throat, welcome to addiction each day, I go to work and see your games kindness only as I offer, lick rust each day, I walk away from your nonsense each day, you offer only more friction please, tell me why I should listen to noise tell me why we are a blip on the screen enter the blue marble as girls and boys left childhood behind, unspeakably lean left love and happiness, made no difference if life came with instructions to do well nothing of the sort, I failed, I am through given everyone acts like they know best maybe they do, full of shit, go to hell even their secrets are just politics that rhetoric and platitudes sniff glue how they survived the past, give it a rest ask me why we all make mistakes, process takes decades to unfold, watch lat...
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In a dysfunctional relationship ~ Wednesday, June 3, 2026

Hi, I am Erica, an adult child in a dysfunctional relationship I have no idea why this is my life as if I were born to accept the wild maybe I could have another purpose Erica is my name, give me no lip really, and we will get along, the strife in this world that I encounter is bunk call it what you will, struggle, win or lose avarice, aversion and delusion actively, guide people to enjoy pain nothing is as it appears, illusion as greed, hatred, and ignorance soon gain depth as roots sink into the earth, a monk under a bridge, waits for the rain to pass little does it matter if he gets wet to speak the truth, he watches the raindrops chip away at the limestone base, en masse hip to his spiritual trip, I sought instruction in the dark arts, so we met little by little, enlightenment stops drop by drop from the faucet to fall down instruction takes years, decades, so I bought nothingness from the monk for a pittance as emptiness found me, I cried for days dysfunct...
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The Enigma Complex ~ Tuesday, June 2, 2026

Language is a tool to create meaning Literally, I feel second day burn as if, I had a tough indoor workout nothing could prepare me for this level given, whatever comes, I cannot learn understanding has left me, an anchor answering the context without a doubt given such witchcraft as under a spell each symbol, I decipher as a code ignorance leaves me ignorant, a door slightly ajar, helps to explain this mess as a cacophony sounds like chaos take away one item, as if to bless old eyes with sight, I do not give a toss old eyes see the world before they erode left to make sense of sorrow, of my loss turn the page, this life of light and shadows only the blind make sense of the darkness create meaning out of chaos, a need religion is helpful for old widows each to their own, searching for a small bite as black as death within pure emptiness teach experience as parables bleed each person dry of money, this nonsense meaning creates out of logic, despite each person in need of a solid base as...
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