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Boredom ~ Wednesday, May 20, 2026

This extravagant journey, we take, soon That anyone, I know, I know, on board has misgivings, reservations, boredom in a word, in this world full of beauty so much to offer each person, so bored extra extra, read all about it, no xénoi to the meaning, to the kingdom trust in the gods, or God, as our duty relax, I know, I know, while on this ship as you see it, you are in the big show views differ in this respect, this planet as a magical unicorn, offers gifts abundant to inhabitants, bet as soon as we question our place, coffers not sunken but buried, get hip, get hip turn up with the turnips, the beets, deep red just as before, everything is right here on this extravagant journey, we pay until we die, we earn money, make bread rhubarb starter, the sourdough mother now everyone has a mother, I fear everyone born lives with no voice to say yes or no, or maybe, or maybe not wonders all around, yet all are other everyone, a stranger, in the same boat take a momen...
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ASICS Gel-Kayano 33 ~ Wednesday, May 20, 2026

Da Raw Dog Runner Da man no know what he say outloud, nah ask me, Meg say, she be a gem, so fine Raw Dawg Runna Boi say, gonna raw dog an his hot hot running partner right deh wow, he say, he gonna raw dog da race Dawg, da race be de marathon, rewind only he try on shoes, new shoes, no smog goddammit, so happy, he fuck his friend Runna Woman, hot hot, too hot, sweet face until my ears, deh burn, outloud he say no way he know what raw dog mean, I think no way he fuck his friend no condom, bey except maybe he hint, he need a shink really, behind da times, I be, pretend
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ESTRAGON People are bloody ignorant apes. ~ Tuesday, May 19, 2026

— The Irish are the [*******] of Europe, lads. ~ p. 9. The Commitments by Roddy Doyle To say this word is racist, in a word however, to whomever it applies exactly this word, James Stewart, you ask Ireland, The Irish are the n-word relax, I am not Black, but James Stewart in a word, believes rhetorical lies suck shit and die, he cannot run, the task honestly, is too much for him, Slim Jim as for libel, even slander, depart rest assured that bitch was never my friend except, none of you are either, so there theta, eta, psi, omega, the end honestly, Ian, you cunts were unfair explicitly, uncool, unkind, and dim now, to drag Roddy Doyle into this mess in a word, I quote the author, one line given without asterisks or brackets given freely in eighty-seven, guess everyone spoke freely before I met relax, Jim would have to admit a fine suckers, a Black man with no soul, rackets of non-self, anattā, the Buddha spoke for even the Godfather of Soul, bet Europeans love...
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Quarrel with Squirrels as Rhetoric ~ Sunday, May 17, 2026

One Nation, indivisible, except now when no one is looking, under God even He, like Justice, turns a blind eye Nothing but the Gold Standard to accept as, without principles, changes the law to imagine, in a bog, digging sod if the poet saw his father, goodbye onion field, hello murder and true crime nothing but the changeable, a crab claw until history shows an ugly face no one cares unless it makes them angry divided by ideology, grace enters to sweep away the ghosts, hungry relatively unsettled by deep time
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[...] was joy. ~ Sunday, May 17, 2026

Speed, obviously [...] Such is our perceptions to confer joy particular within the emotions expressing effortlessness, hawk in flight each to their own, delusion is a toy difference in our opinions, no debate only agree to differ, the oceans build up slowly with lies, to our delight views change, though El Niño climates remain idiocentric rhetoric, checkmate obviously, I lose the argument understanding the dead poet, her words sound even for logic, tritones augment little hawk, noiseless, predatory birds yet, I argue for poetry, pea brain
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Ah, teenage dream ~ Sunday, May 17, 2026

Dead drummers go to heaven or hell, dear Decidedly, to practice for decades each to their own design, their body type accept the conditions that precede life death arrives without forewarning, in spades drummers are born, I am not a poet relax, the muse wakes me when words are ripe unless, old Doktor Faustus , full of strife my dreams died when I sold my full drum kit maybe it was never meant to be set each to their own, as constellations form relax, stellar nurseries from the start sole purpose is to shine, inside the dorm ghosts of drummers past, who lay down their art on skins or heads in beats, primeval wit to heaven or hell, dear, a metaphor of course, in bad faith, was my intention how to write a poem, wake up from heat each to their own, I ask, what is the score as repetition builds, difference makes versions of the real within detention each to their own, I met Alan, we beat nearly everything together, until old school brothers move on from all the fakes ...
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Kolejny dzień w kopalni soli ~ Friday, May 15, 2026

Never mind the woman with perfect feet even if she appears in a movie venues and nightclubs with tequila shots even if she remembers me, how sweet realize, I am a broken machine mindlessly full of thought, fool me, groovy instantly, the universe, full of bots never mind boys assaulting mannequins dial on the radio, never so mean that I could no longer talk or take a walk how around the block, what everyone knows each to their own, pavement covered in chalk work until practice makes perfect, wind blows over flowers left in the rubbish bin man, symmetry in the body, unknown as a professional, I laugh to see noiselessly, the wind blows past the glass pane windows provide transparency, deep down in the basement, more shoes, try on and run the woman with perfect feet, smiles at me how, for a moment, I feel quite insane pretend that I am not just an old man energy dissipates, no longer fun realize, for other people, the joy found in a connection, she and her friend e...
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