What you give away

It occurred to me the other day that you might be lying about whether Ray Ray was a pathological liar.

Aren’t all junkies?

Creeps.

No. I was gonna say, everyone’s favorite junkie a premiere funky who gets sulky in his freewheeling scene -stealing calamide lotion staring down the street while you pop those friggled uptown

home of the brave my ass I heard her say as you walked away

But save that for another day

Sing the song of truth

No one knows your name

Bring in

calamity Jane

Citizen Kane

Nathaniel Zane

What?

Are you insane?

Some people call me loco

Mean Jean Feline

Coke machine

Powerful but

enamored

with the “wrong”

Crowd

Out with the g-damn old already

It’s the eve of a new year, two thousand and eighteen years after the death of Christ, one of a trilogy visiting us in triage, a place we seem to be fast approaching, as we speak.

Other than Hawaii, and Samoa, we are last to know the next year.

I’m in some kind of hell, with anger issues all around me and I’m just a stoner from Goochland, Virginia who happened to be in the New Yorker last week.

The yelling is bad for me. The lack of any form of patience and the jail house rock. Training for trauma. Again and ago and more system install.

“Which country has New Year first – New Year 2019 and last uninhabited places to observe New Year 2019 – 12 hour format World Time Zone”

https://www.worldtimezone.com/newyear.html

So here’s to the nineteenth may it be our last chance since 2020 the sources of the sources say it’s all over now.

It’s been a year of onslaught and I iSsubordination, firings and I quits from our pillars of piety, trust and wisdom.

Yeah right.

We walked the talk

Activate another device

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Now we belong to someone else™️

Switch accounts

Registered to the wrong me

HappyNewYear

The Specialists

Formerly Opportunists, the non-specialists must explore.

Never stop looking over their shoulders.

Is that any way to live?


I am never completely at ease, and it only seems to be getting worse-largely because I don’t know what to do, I have too much trauma/negative experience over last two years in particular and twelve years struggling to get by – with a reprieve absolutely ruined by forces that have left me broken, afraid and without conviction. I’m just so tired of it. Soul-weary from this collective mechanation of the mind, commodified body, no way to find a way through the muck.


Miss Maslow.

  • The hierarchy of needs like a diaspora of the mind, a momentary lapse of hit send, revoke access, shut out shut-ins littering the lowlands.

<li>Disappeared.</li>
<li>Were they ever here?</li>
<li>She cried for the forgotten. Took that to her grave now forgotten.</li>
<li>

Who will weep for me?


  • Then.

    There was suddenly, overnight, in dog years (our conception of time is flawed, I feel in my bones), it would seem, there was too much information. Too much noise. To tune out. A body to maintain as advancements perplex the mind, solder the soul to empty turrets of half-chewed advice.

    You simply can’t learn enough. The rewards in society are ambiguous and strained. The fodder is there. The boat explodes. We are all adrift on the Miss Maslow.

    The criticasters are telepathically hypothetically signaling their displeasure seconds before the wiring between brain and mouth engages, at variable rates of play.

    So there is that. The obvious urge to be stratocaster mcsnark is overwhelming when one feels helpless and realizes it’s actually much worse.

    Everyone, literally and figuratively, in due measure, according to their thought machine‘s neediness, and seeking any available encumbrance, is starving.

    Some quite literally for nourishment of the body (which stalwartly holds up the capricious brain), some in the beveled corners of their soul. All, for replaying of time.

    The hierarchy of needs prevails. The soul gets bled out. The machine overrides the individual. All is collectively lost.

    The main feature of the plan is that it moves credit

    creation from private hands to public (government) hands, with the public unaware of whom is really moving the government hands.

    It would seem some of our species cause this. It would appear they are gearing up for some sort of purge. Just like science fiction. Notice who is bearing down on your brain.
    Paralyzed by inequity, uncertainty and dissolving commonality, every man becomes an island. Existing in hypostatic congestion. Coagulants of amorphous soul sauce, baked into the pan.
    Attack on all fronts
    Trauma Centrifugal Limit
    Sacred Geometry

    The number two health issue
    Time slides & we forget
    C-PTSD YEAH YOU KNOW ME

    Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t.

    G-force
    G chord

    And contrary wise, what is wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?

    . Alice in Wonderland🍄

    🛴Newspeak👍🏿

    But who’s

    Watching the

    Watchers

    Youth Against Garrulousness

    ‘He called this hypnotic process “brainwashing,” a word-for-word translation from xi-nao, the Mandarin words for wash (xi) and brain (nao), and warned about the dangerous applications it could have.’

    Due to integration with shortcut bells & whistles, the washing of the brains has been accelerated.

    mythological entanglements form integumentary patterns

    a format to interface

    with or without your

    platform

    terrifying ancient techniques to turn the Chinese people into mindless, Communist automatons. He called this hypnotic process “brainwashing,” a word-for-word translation from xi-nao, the Mandarin words for wash (xi) and brain (nao), and warned about the dangerous applications it could have. The process was meant to “change a mind radically so that its owner becomes a puppet.

    But that’s China, right? Not the USA where freedom is celebrated and your mind is owned by capitalism not communism.

    So, what’s the difference?

    State-created borders

    They are amorphous when you consider the history of wars.

    Because most possible answers are wrong, and there is no force to guide us to the correct answers. 

    So we are adrift, prepping for six month power outages, outraged over various multiple choice questions and just plain starved for what we’ve missed in letting the lesser of us take over the control over the rest. The money man over the teacher, the lawyer over the doctor, the marketing genius over the farmer.

    We’ve let this happen because everyone is too busy supporting a family, burying head in sand or building up defensive reactions to new ideas or old ideas repackaged in new millennial-friendly bytes since millennials are all that matter any more. Or so they believe and they have the upper hand of 83.1 million representing more than one quarter of the nation’s population.

    And because we are the tenth most dangerous country for women:

    The United States is the lone Western nation to make the Thomson Reuters Foundation ranking. The United States is ranked 10th because of its third place rank in sexual violence — which includes rape, sexual harassment, and coercion into sex — and sixth place rank in non-sexual violence, such as domestic physical and mental abuse.

    And this is our hierarchy of experience.

    Don’t hold your breath

    We stood at the precipice

    staring at bones

    they didn’t lie

    but had shattered

    with time

    That endless roar

    between the eyes

    herding us home.

    This is not as bleak

    as it sounds,

    we pander,

    to no one in

    particular.

    By holding on to that first note, it

    generates a feeling of suspense

    This time

    We inhabit together

    Can we make something

    of it,

    together?

    Do we not have the

    capacity to be

    compassionate,

    fair and wise?

    Saddened

    Sorrow fills the

    night air

    eery calm

    the center of the

    universe

    Mind mapping

    Dream leaving

    desperate by

    the side of the road.

    from the forthcoming

    Chimera Climate by me

    Dream Weaver

    My bad

    Day

    Perfected

    perfunctory

    Dissolving

    into a year

    Then infinity

    one long bad day

    Jury Duty Cufflinks

    I love this writing

    it’s nuanced, ironic, sarcastic and cuts through the bullshit without providing anything but observation. That’s become refreshing in a world where everything starts with “insert judgemental label here” [believe, support, endorse] Satan, basically.

    Sometimes you have to backtrack to clarify whether it’s lock her up or lock him up when the diatribe is in full swing.

    The scary part is the disconnect between thought and action (duh, that’s so internet) but more importantly the complete set of blinders evoked by defiance and a petulant desire for truth & right-ing of perceived wrongs.

    The biggest scammers may be the SSI mental health fakers who get their 218$ every month, like any of the haters can comprehend that reality, but moving on.

    So if the welfare junkies are biggest takers, these Maji supporters are the biggest whiners.

    LIBERALS ONLY LIKE GUNS THAT KILL THE UNBORN.

    LIBERALS ARE FINE WITH SCOURGE AND DYSTOPIA SO LONG AS THEY GET VOTES (THE REPUBLICANS DON’T CARE ABOUT VOTES, THEY’RE MARTYRS SAVIN MERICA FR IRS ELF!).

    THEMSELVES

    AUTO CORRECTED TO IRS ELF so I left it.

    THEN STANCES got the better of romances

    And the TV caused epilepsy

    LIBERALS ARE GUNS

    Confessing to the Sink

    I’ve never burnt a poem but I have thrown them out, ripped them up, made collages out of their postscripts and antiquated desires for a world less sunken by the bureaucrats. The bourgeoisie of the surveillance mind.

    The fact that “cops” are mostly a corrupt force is indicator number one. Call it someone else’s problem, name and blame all you want, justify your ignorance, hypocrisy, stupidity and judgemental arrogance by citing the victim as the one to persecute. So familiar, so haggard a response – it only jolts the framework that is human understanding when the emotional fervor doesn’t match the empirical Data. At all.

    Your battle already won

    Attack like the fire

    And be still as a

    Mountain

    Funny girl

    Funny, I never thought of a machine as “being.”

    The end was in sight.

    Shelley be damned

    Ozymandius had won

    in the end.

    Not knowing

    Not knowing or not being aware

    are so different

    from

    your not wanting to know

    The Masters of War had Ventriloquists

    It wasn’t even winter yet, as autumn held her ground. Weaker men were torn asunder as angels prevailed where blind men feared to speak. You could not fess up nor deny, those wild werewolf times 

    Where wolvens roamed the crest like crazy heathcliff

    Heather of Moorland Farms befriended the mysterious Maxine. Who wore clogs. A cord skirt. Long straight hair like Marcia Brady but a sway like West Side Story.
    The colors of the continent were committed to a shell of their former shelves – the Russian tea cozy. Sore spot of etiquette.

    I wasn’t proud when I said my family was like Prince of tides just alarmed 

    “Those who hammer their guns into plowshares will plow for those who do not.” Thomas Jefferson, President of the United States, Founder of the University of Virginia, the one slave owner of the group who was unanimously asked to write the preamble for the Constitution, known as the Declaration of Independence.
    Now You may ask how could a slave owner write such beautiful words as we the people

    In order to form a more perfect union 

    ESTABLISH JUSTICE

    INSURE DOMESTIC TRANQUILITY

    PROVIDE FOR THE COMMON DEFENCE 

    PROMOTE GENERAL WELFARE 

    AND 

    SECURE 

    THE BLESSINGS OF

    LIBERTY TO OURSELVES

    and our Posterity…


    Our children

    The seventh generation

    The future

    Certainly no one wants to witness nuclear fallout. Not from a bunker not from an underground silo, middleman earth safe house for world leaders and cryogenic windbags. I’d rather we be taken out by that thing on the other side of the sun than the flash we’ve all dreaded since watching the day after  on a school night in 1983.