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The Ludovico Technique ~ Friday, July 17, 2026

What did I do to deserve this treatment What is it, it is what it is, let go how much worse can it get, know what I mean attribute the abuse to the victim tell it like it is, say nothing, say no dodo, you are extinct, you are no more if to say less, I guess, if I come clean dodo, this will not revive just how slim I say no more, I am beat, I am done do I need to give in, what is the score order a double whiskey neat, Kool-Aid to say they drink Kool-Aid, I drink bourbon order me another double, the grade diminished by my faults, by the big con embellish all the lies, in truth, what fun servants to their status, I laugh, money each to their own, what a joke they create relax, I smile, genuine as their faith veritably, if I could not, honey exactly as I said, I write, so sad thrash the other in the mirror, not great how to get by, karma, a lie, a wraith in this world, whatever they imagine solve the problem, move on, no hope, so glad thanks but no thanks, treat me ...
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Identity Crisis ~ Friday, July 17, 2026

I am the true vine I am just a character in a book a figment of your imagination maybe you have heard of me, I was born the son of my father, another spook how they betray and spy on each other each to their own, to defend the nation true as the blood and water that they scorn rough, unshaven faces choose to believe underhanded backdoor deals, my mother enters the lottery, with stones to throw visions of executions, I accuse imagination, what I cannot know notorious politicians who choose entertainment as a way to relieve
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Pervasive Anonymity ~ Monday, July 13, 2026

What Is an Author? ~ Michel Foucault Perverse how persuasive and invasive everyone nonchalant as Chalamet remember Salomé and King Herod visions not uncertain, so pervasive avoid discussions about the future situation normal, all fucked up, Bae institutions unintelligent, God value the possibilities unknown everyone friends with Timothée, for sure answers hidden as the clues in a dream no one knows who or what creates the quiz only by artifice, to hear the scream no one listens, no one cares, what it is yes, adults act as if they were full grown maybe humanity is not the end if say, another species comes along time and only time will tell, to belong yes, a young tree must flex and learn to bend
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Impossible to run away from guilt ~ Saturday, July 11, 2026

How did we stumble across this logic History is neither kind nor unkind obviously indifferent as a form witnesses to events remark on things disappearing as if time would rescind invitations to inhabit this space disagree with an electrical storm weak as sailors longing for a lighthouse empire does not care for a dead mouse since when do I know why the caged bird sings tumble into a rabbit hole, as when understanding becomes lost without grace my original face, what does this mean before my birth, before my conception lead on by my predecessors, to glean ever so slowly, thought as deception against the backdrop of space-time is zen cut the coarse fabric of this mortal coil religion cannot save this human race only compassion and loving-kindness sweet and conniving is the world, I toil so long to retrace my steps before mind thwacks the back of my head, in my disgrace how I bow low before the emptiness in this world, things disappear, lost and found still, some things remain lost, was I...
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au-dessus des nuages ~ Saturday, July 11, 2026

When my head is on your bosom I feel how to say this without sounding creepy even though it is not above the clouds not above what dirty pillows reveal mostly about cultural repression yes, I feel like a little boy, sleepy head on the breasts of his mother, the crowds everywhere point at an old man, outré answer me this, why live in suppression decidedly as puritanical in cultural mindset as runaways sinister, ever so maniacal old world values, we reject but who says new age thought is any better, how gay yes gay, as in queer as fuck, strange, old man on her heavy bosom, her massive breasts until you become old, you will not long restless as a toddler, seeking to span both ways, the length and breadth of the nation only to swim, bike, or run as suggests solitary ultra athletes ping-pong over great expanses to discover many miles later, there is no station I seek to embrace the sad, little boy forgotten and neglected by myself elastic memories stretch like a toy...
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Time and the Other ~ Friday, July 10, 2026

This is the other who is subjected to harm and wrong as the unknown is as the wherefore to torture, a word To read the news, to select what to read how I pick and choose from what is given is a gift in itself like my two eyes subtle how the beauty beholds her feed in captivity, I choose this or that slippery slope to pick six or seven the media as medium has spies how everything changes with our choices each choice takes us down the rabbit hole, splat order or chaos, straight or dynamic the balance found often out of balance how another set of eyes makes comic each choice and decision with just a glance rejoice, we are free to read, our voices when, at liberty, we are free to choose how rare an act to make a decision only when the first domino tumbles if the setup guides us to win or lose such is the background to every action such consequences from an incision under anesthesia, if God stumbles because of all possible worlds, the best jettisoned with the plans, w...
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St. Thomas the Apostle of Kerala ~ Thursday, July 9, 2026

I wrote four tales about the same events written in the voices of different men right or wrong, a narrative must be told only after I finished, how intense the tales became legend, truth near and far except how can fiction be true? Amen forget that I cannot ever grow old or die but I must walk and bear this weight until every human being, their star restores its blinding light or becomes dark tales of fiction appear as treachery as blasphemy to those who see the spark lightning without a bolt, each century ends with believers in search of their faith search Heaven and Earth, search Hell for God's sake answers found in prayer, thoughts of a wraith burdened with past mistakes, I pulled the brake only the lever revealed my dark fate until I could forgive myself and find truth in the fiction, in the lie, believe that God appeared, not just a holy man how I long to find the spirit, unkind exactly approximately this life seems to withdraw before I can receive abso...
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