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The Spirit of Dilibz ~ Tuesday, September 22, 2026

I am sorry but I do not believe in love as an anarchist and an atheist, I wait mostly for revolution or my final breath so much for politics or my own death, I live on my own terms with my own decisions, this life remains absurd as the futility of war raw images of death and destruction, a broth yellow with yolk for egg drop soup yet red with blood bitter almonds, dark blue enamel, cyanide until next time, when we meet up again in France to remember all the lives lost to fascism I do not know if you have read The Little Prince do I care if you speak words full of sarcasm only if you do harm as you do when you bleed not now, honey, you can see I have a headache only if I could run away, this world is hell to pretend it is all a dream is delusion believe what they tell you to think, I see an oak each to their own in the grand scheme of things but time leaves nothing but sweeps away specks of dust, too small invisible to the naked eye, a lesion emerges on the surface ...
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Middlesex ~ Monday, September 21, 2026

for Amanda I wanted to tell you that I love you wanted to tell you just before we left and I would never talk to you again never is a long time, what could I do ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty years essentially, a child, I am bereft decisions based on emotions, no gain tortured by my older brother, to think only if I were an only child, tears tell the world of consequences, sorrow each time I look back at my childhood, sad literature would make me a sparrow little boy in London, never glad, mad yes, angry and insane, I need a drink only I go for a run, or just sit under the linden tree and meditate that you may have laughed at a little boy how a little girl in her playhouse lit a match to remember a memory to remember an event past its date I remember disgrace without much joy love is sacred, honest and true, not lies only to suffer loss in a story versions of the truth tease their way to light emptiness is what is missing, long gone you appeared for a momen...
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Non sequitur follows absurdity ~ Sunday, September 20, 2026

Must be nice to be beautiful and young Maybe, decades ago, I felt the same understanding my future self as mind still as a placid lake, I ache to feel terrible at best, is it all a scheme believe in grains of sand, all seem alike each individual falls on command neutral tones in the fall, only a fool ignorant in folly, wisdom keeps bliss censoriously at arm's length, a lake emerges from below, everywhere calm torrential rain, nobody cares, puddles overwhelming the land, muddy golem better to connect, play ping-pong, paddles engage in symbolic combat, I bless beautiful typhoons in the Pacific empty the mind, palpable as the wind access to the breath of life before death unbelievably naive, in effect timorous as a hanta virus mouse if I could tap a top hat with a wand full of the idea of magic, a tooth underneath a pillow waits for money left in exchange for faith as to amaze answer me why AI sits in a tomb not unaware of the news in Le Monde different but n...
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Ecclesiastes ~ Thursday, September 17, 202

This body, in fact, always in motion however, this is but an appearance in fact, motion is simply perception sensation, cognition, and devotion belief in the dimensions of space-time override the suspension, in a trance deceived by delusions, this deception yellow journalism would call real life indeed, not off the mark but a true crime not to realize what is illusion forget for now how the real world appears as you sit on the train, an intrusion comes from the emergency door, the gears turn to comprehend this matter of strife alright, you are alone except for harm listen, hurt people hurt people, watch out ways to stop a sticky situation ask for assistance, set off the alarm yes, the other is real and a danger strangers everywhere come and go, to shout ignorant words will do no good, station necessarily, near the doors to leave maybe all of this is a dream, stranger on the threshold, at the limit of sense time, in a linear sequence, unfolds in the mind of a bu...
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« Après moi le déluge » ~ Wednesday, September 16, 2026

A Couple of Polish Country Bumpkins After the wall fell in the east, the flood considering the samizdat culture ordinary literature fell out under the circumstances, did I brood ponder the wealth of censored dissidents language reflects the mind of the vulture elicit satori as the wolves pout old men never wrote of the Resistance fought in Warsaw, or helped fight, in some sense Poland, after World War I, the Great War old lands reclaimed, regained independence land grab centuries ago by three stones institutions as kingdoms out for blood shelves of history books, written by crones how they shape the future, all for the good countermeasures taken, settle the score ordinary men rise above the past until the powers that be criticize nations through ideology, three crones try their best to design the die they cast rolling through history, men disappear yet the news writes nothing about the rise business acquisitions by dissolved stones umpires decide the fate of n...
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Cychlorphine ~ Tuesday, September 15, 2026

Her son left in a body bag. The New drug war A Teen Autopsy Marks the Arrival of a Deadly Drug in San Francisco City officials — and one determined mother — are working to stop the spread of cychlorphine, which is far more potent than fentanyl. By Heather Knight Reporting from San Francisco Sept. 14, 2026 https://www.nytimes.com/2026/09/14/us/san-francisco-autopsy-cychlorphine.html --- Things that were meaningful and important Things that were meaningful and important hinge on the fact, nothing lasts forever indeed, it underscores and foreshadows not only impermanence, a portent given as an idea to contemplate sit, meditate, reflect on the never that attachment left in a body bag hat in hand, her son, to apologize at that point, non-attachment left the room the EMT took the corpse, a dish rag were it not so, sodden with drug abuse existence precedes essence, the self lies restless, hidden in plain sight, full of gloom emptiness becomes palpable, no truce meaningf...
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Dependent Origination ~ Tuesday, September 15, 2026

Our recidivist reincarceration Only, yes, we were innocent both times under racial profiling policies recidivism is the goal, for sure reincarnation, confined for our crimes each time, we get out for the worst, reborn causes and conditions, in colonies in groups, as animals, without a cure decisions shape actions through intentions intentions and volition shape our scorn visions of how life could be otherwise imagination in prison, this earth still, the alternative is fiction, lies tear a page from...the book, before our birth really, before we were conceived, mentions exactly, the networks set up to see imagine thoughts arise, change and cease, stream normalcy on the TV screen, to watch causality, gratis, without a fee as reincarnation as in rebirth reborn not as ourselves but as a dream cancel culture destroyed our chance to hatch enigmatic plots, to plant seeds, to grow rational minds, not as heaven on earth as if one fiction was never enough time outside an...
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