The nothing to fear


Lie

Nothing to doubt

Except your faith

How could you

The loneliness palpable

The sadness a gritty fog

Never ending seconds of loss

She’d sold her locks for a gold chain to carry his grandfather’s pocket watch. He, of jaded brow, records cleaned and secured, signature duos, the real thing. Better than bank notes in tangible currency. But he’d had to give up his beloved timepiece, the one “inherited” by his bastard nation and begrudgingly at best, from the grandmother. Pop would’ve understood he told himself. He’d held onto it for too long anyway.

Besides, as Beauregard Beneficent was fond of repeating, Time is meant to be given away, not sold or stolen.

You know.

Wayne didn’t reply. He’d learned the equally important lesson when one is a bastard child amongst blood relatives / lay low, under react, don’t ever get too familiar, never be laughing alone and never left laughing last at your own joke. Unless a trip to the south side funny farm is your dream destination.

They do let you sleep

then

I’M JUST GOING TO CRAWL
BEHIND THIS DUMPSTER HERE
AND CURL UP AND DIE
OF INFLUENZA

The brain concurs –
A November

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Objectivism’s central tenets are that realityexists independently of consciousness, that human beings have direct contact with reality through sense perception (see Direct and indirect realism), that one can attain objective knowledge from perception through the process of concept formation and inductive logic, that the proper moral purpose of one’s life is the pursuit of one’s own happiness (see Rational egoism), that the only social system consistent with this morality is one that displays full respect for individual rights embodied in laissez-faire capitalism, and that the role of art in human life is to transform humans’ metaphysical ideas by selective reproduction of reality into a physical form—a work of art—that one can comprehend and to which one can respond emotionally.

Hobbes meet Locke.

Galileo with Pythogorean mirrors

Casey Harris Denton

Molly Maven Luce

Were married

An experiment

They never looked for her

They never knew why.

Never thought that it should be discussed.

But how do you forget a life?

It’s easy. They said. We were born to forget.

untruthfulness

Notwithstanding

Treacherous

Innocence

Seems like I’ve been here before

But I can no longer be separated from my heart. And just like that half the naupaka blossom glided off the vine and into the shorelit dust of surf

  1. Branded identity
  2. Corpuratrized copulence
  3. Accosted by one’s own accomplice
  4. A doppelganger on every corner.
    She crossed her legs like Sharon stone
    Nailed the elevator pitch
    Sold the show
    Paid the bill
<li>And died <strong>running up that hill.  </strong></li>
    yes I am Mr scam

He got the most beautiful tiara he could find at this late hour on this last eve.

BUT SHE HAD CUT HER HAIR FOR A GOLD CHAIN TO HOLD THE WATCH HE’D SOLD FOR THE VEIL DIAMONDS FOR HER LONG BRAIDS, now sitting in a jar. .

He went off half cocked, in complete disarray,

In the making, complete disaster. no man was his master.


There are doors that open by themselves
There are sliding doors
And there are secret doors

Intra-generational imter-species hyper-mutilation.

Conrra-costa with the mosta


There are doors that let you in
And out
But never open

After years of waiting

We’d been up all night, watching the light split forth from the impeccable drafty dark draft days.

I’ve been saved by a woman

She won’t let me go

She won’t let me go

Trouble, trouble, trouble.

[Overheard, on every street corner]

Oh I

oh I

Oh oh

got an overhead downshift

and a two dollar grill

Copping St Andrews

But barely alive

The cabin cost $ 72,000 grand to move, For this TV show. Bob had told Stacy he didn’t want to do it. She countered: seventy-two grand? That’s a lot of cereal. And bowls.

This is how you keep their interest this is how you keep your job this is where you’ll have a career and this is where you’ll be buried

Hats of tin foil.

{Overheard

chronicles}

  • can’t say or you go away

For a long time

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