"I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe" ~ Sir Philip Sidney

Let's just say, she has a hot ass, okay. Honestly, this is the best policy. Ordinary people might not know art. Ordinary people might think it's gay. Question authority if art is queer. Elegant, art becomes a prophecy literally, by a prophet, so smart literally, intelligent, who knew elegance in art overcomes all fear angels as beautiful women in bars come over and talk at length about sports how is this possible, and about cars ask me if she has looked down at my shorts under the sheets, no one cares if we screw despite the fact, her husband cries at home ask me if I care while I screw his wife under the sheets, no one cares if we screw call me crass, call me crude, but when in Rome under the sheets, no one ever feels strife left to his own devices, he feels blue

In India, I was born in Bombay, no longer called that but instead, Mumbai. It doesn't matter what the government needs, to me, to make the people happy; diminishing returns is a factor in productivity, efficiency and growth as when overpopulation, I imagine presents needs for concern...what do I know, I left as an infant, a baby in an airplane for Heathrow, sitting pretty for a South Asian tyke, beggar belief, I would never return, ornery little boy in the New World, reality constantly changes time, no one knew that I wanted to return, if it mattered, which it did but didn't, no one cared what I wanted as a child. Bugger all, such vulgarity, common, ordinary, average, inferior, mediocrity, mediocrity, blame the victim, let the perpetrators, as victims in themselves, go free, no time; yes, it takes one for the cycle to end.

Inside the bouncy house of childhood dreams no one touches but imagines senses senses felt as a slap or a tickle inside the bouncy house, everyone screams defenseless children punch and kick their way each day towards adulthood, stained fences touch without touching, feelings so fickle hot giardiniera cheese pizza, a slice enters the mouth, a child cries, as they say brilliant minds think alike, laugh at abuse ontological authenticity understands perpetrators in its use narrative non-attachment to pity creates the ideal conditions for ice yellow snow in Chicago, have a taste horror of horrors, pranks last forever objective correlatives evoke pain understanding nothing but lives in haste snorting cocaine and smoking dope, to trace each moment in reverse, as to sever objective reality from insane foreign dignitaries to India childhood inside the bouncy house, what grace holds memories in zero gravity in outer space on a lunar base, time loses all meaning, Rolex, ...

If I could write a novel to describe for instance, childhood experiences I could imagine what it would be like certainly speculation, to imbibe on the fruit in the Garden of Eden until my brain melted, all my senses loaded to overload, to drop the mic drop the mic, full of the Tree of Knowledge would I describe directly from the pen resting in my right hand, words in my mind in my mind, in my brain, or in my head travel down to my hand, if I could find explanations why my thoughts change instead as they descend down my arm to the edge nothing touches except ionic bonds or covalent bonds, in my confusion vision becomes diffuse without glasses enlightenment one Sunday holds palm fronds life is so strange, I reach the edge of space time reveals connections as illusion of course, the eye of the needle, passes dimensions, a camel, in one moment each experience on a lunar base slips down my arm in zero gravity careless of me to neglect to remind imagination, here in ...

For ten seconds, I was in love, my life over, so to speak, nothing more, say less remember Utica, two thousand four ten seconds in April, I had a wife each time, I remember the tornado nowhere near, say less, my life was a mess still is, open the oven and the door each day, I remember, she's still alive cunt that I am, that was so long ago oh, she hated me, with venom, that snake no one hated me more, yes, my mother difficult to say if she counts, earthquake surfing the music store, always other I was not born in Utica, survive witness to decades of malice, give up as an American but not by birth still, I must be worth exploiting, fascists if I hold a bundle of sticks, my cup neither runneth over, nor touches oil lap of luxury, what was now my girth only running could save me, anarchists violent while asleep, remain at rest each moment, I remember, as a foil marked as stupid, as unlucky, her hate yet still makes my head spin, my cats, so sad left for adopti...

The Cloude of Unknowyng This California Reject resolves to honor the dishonorable discharge involved in conspiracy theories past suck it up, love, you can never undo California sobriety, so lit arguments without words appear so large lit like an unlit billboard, shadows cast ignorance in the guise of all-knowing freedom bound to the bed with lover's spit ordered to disorder command center rejects detained for depatriation necessary to orbit off-center inebriated repatriation ancient succession, cloud of unknowing Respond to unresponsive boogie board ejected from the tube into blue skies jettison overboard the jetsam thrown ego and mind, bodysurf with no cord cordless without a leash like a dog loose traveling at the speed of light, no lies remember the good times gone for good, blown epically high into the clouds, beyond sober with espresso, yes, no Grey Goose objective to resolve, how to come down liquid sunshine dazed by the infinite visions of the mysti...

You were loved but now you're dead, we forget out of sight, out of mind, as we're all blind until perspective becomes understood weakness is the norm of the strong man, bet each person cannot help vested interests responsibility, those left behind embark on a journey for nothing good left behind, the rupture within space-time obedient creatures fail at these tests visual conundrums made to shut down escape pod activity from without despite the likelihood people will drown brilliant summation of the facts, we doubt under certain conditions, if no crime testimony exists then drop a dime nervously down the slot, dial the number or pull my arm as I am the machine wondrously simple yet absurdly hard yesterday, you went from dumb to dumber only now you're in charge of the chain store until you're not, just a blip on the screen rest assured such a life as a dullard evokes sympathy without much respect death once full of honor, now just a bore everyone j...

Music has charms to soothe a savage breast ~ William Congreve Under the influence, drunken master notifies police of his whereabouts gratitude is not grammatology rat's ass, his concerns are a disaster as to gesture the tain of the mirror terror unbound as drunken master shouts ephemeral this methodology false as the writing on the wall, he speaks under false pretenses, as an error left in a code goes unnoticed, to splice ancient genetic codes seems no big deal nothing to fuss about, accept the price demanded by science as the appeal unsolicited as advice breaks beaks negligence, the order of present-day apologetics, forgive and forget pretend to understand drunken master obedience the rule to know the way lift up your gallbladders, empty your spleens obey the lord, say no more, say less, bet gratitude says ( Write it!) like disaster eventually the event occurs the master defers to the monk who cleans insolent brat knows when to blur the lines cause and e...

Peut-être qu'elle a le nez pour le zen To ask a question and never let go oh so tenacious with talons and claws Hold on tight until an answer makes sense anger and arguments as you may know never do they make time together fun never so much fun to be had with paws as puppies grow into dogs, no difference happiness is a warm puppy, they say Maybe more fun on a run in the sun yes, California is the place to be Fun up and down the coast, west coast, best coast answers come at sunset, as you will see visions to envision, the best to boast objects in mirror are closer, no way road trip, are you ready for your best life if you have any questions, they can wait trust me, if you try to plan ahead, then eternity on the edge of a knife Perhaps you are the Little Prince, gold hair arguments make you the fox, they debate late into the night, asleep in a den if you run into a bear on the road never play dead, unless you know, fair fair decidedly, they call me Rooh Bear, h...

Trump Fired America’s Economic Data Collector. History Shows the Perils. Economists say unbiased data is essential for policymaking, and for democracy. ~ By Ben Casselman • Aug. 3, 2025 Updated 7:30 p.m. ET https://www.nytimes.com/2025/08/03/business/trump-bls-firing-economic-reports.html ~~~ "Blood on Two Doorposts and on the Lintel" Exodus 12:7 They shall take some of the blood and put it on the two doorposts and the lintel of the houses in which they are to eat it. Democracy? Not on the agenda elections? Unnecessary for kings maybe you want to question the process order maintained in the hacienda criticize the President in the news realistically, you should not need wings angel, to fly away, if you confess collaboration, the occupation you may pick a guitar and sing the blues Nervous about the economy, friend or policymakers, worry not, bot transformers guide discourse, decide to send objectors conscientious on the spot now to El Salvador for vacation trou...

Living my best life, on my motorbike inside the deep dream, not a single care vision perfect, yes, I can see for miles inside the deep dream, as I take a hike nothing less than beauty and perfection given this is my life, my choice to share meaningful moments with others for smiles yes, smiles become our currency, honey bitter almonds, love beyond infection end it all with cyanide pills, this dream smile though we no longer hug, way too deep this dream, how to awake, how not to scream liquid sunshine in the morning, we sleep in until after noon, work for money for nothing else means anything better endless pipe dreams, I cry, why retire oh God, Baruch HaShem , save us from hate nobody cares, no one wears a sweater mother of God, pray for us, sinners all yes, I do not believe, to aspire mother of mine, reason, I need, not fate or manifest destiny, no, not that to believe or have faith, why must we fall or angels become demons with singed wings really, why all the...

Wicked baby, again how you vomit on me, allergy, I will make you pay rubbish perfect infant, you could not be the flesh and blood that is mine, as you spit how you dishonor your mother, stupid little child, I will make you pay each day each moment that I can, as you will see suffer as I do less as your mother sorrow is your dominion, little squid trust will be your enemy in this life of course, I will not protect you, or guide you as you choose, decide, struggle with strife or maybe you grow up and take a ride understand, you are not firstborn brother For God's sake, where did I get you, a switch literally, at the infirmary of course, at this point, that makes perfect sense only, I know nothing, son of a bitch father of God Almighty, you will pay yes, I found you in a basket, scary despite the fact your brown eyes are intense experience pays off, as you will know Visualize, creative child, how the day remains without incident until, well until you overcome a...

Witness meaninglessness, and yet, move on if any of this makes sense, please explain trouble follows him wherever he goes heaven and hell, the afterlife, all gone take a moment to breathe and to let go help make the world a better place, his brain explodes each day, full of pain and sorrows witness Atlas hold up the earth, the weight everlasting as Everest, the snow interminable, how he keeps his hold given how slippery the slope of thought haunted by memories, a past too bold titanic endeavors end, a bird caught obscenely in the mouth of a cat, late for the train, have to wait, let the boss know travel the world, tour on a motorbike how dreams fall to the wayside for a job endeavors become fruitless, angry crow witness, with two others, Christ on the cross obviously, Atlas sees where they hike research the mountaintop, corn on the cob little is known of his punishment, time dwindles for all others, not for the boss objectives come and go, but Atlas stays never ...