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Retrieved

No matter how inept

the justification which

inevitably follows

the folly

which results

in realization

and to realize

is to die a little inside for

realizing connotes a

finality to that

problem as yet

unsolved

I realized when I slammed the door,

it hit me in the – okole!

Don’t let the door hit you on the way out, honey!!!!!

-but here’s the kicker :

Realize it then decide to never do that again or sign right back up.

What’s the definition of insanity?

To retrieve the words each time

a crucial plea

You’re so dramatic

They said

But I’m good at the

stori arc

She waivers

Perhaps she has lost her touch

The words had floated by her life raft

Before she was ready

before she wanted to go

No matter how sorry you are //

You can’t bring him back

A moral lexicon of virtue

is

not just a general collection of words; instead, it deals with how those words are activated, stored, processed, and retrieved by each speaker.

Necessary

to finish the story

Modern analytical empiricism […] differs from that of Locke, Berkeley, and Hume by its incorporation of mathematics and its development of a powerful logical technique.

But what if I don’t want all the Answers

was the last thing

she said

The logical form of a proposition is a way of representing it (often using the formal grammar and symbolism of a logical system), to reduce it to simpler components if necessary, and to display its similarity with all other propositions of the same type.

Ah Lorca she cried

It was a split second

Gone in a blink

Shoving off

Just about to begin

Federico del Sagrado Corazon de Jesus Garcia Lorca

your Generation of 27

symbolism, surrealism, and futurism

executed by the Nationalist Forces

The poet’s

body has never been found

since the fall of a dictator ruler

in an establishment called

The second Republic

shot a day later by the Nationalist

Blood Wedding for a

Bourgeois society

Fuente Vaqueros

Huerta de San Vicente, Valderrubio

“Sonata”, “Ballade” and “Nocturne”

Come home

to the colorless gradually

taking hold

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The mass

And

God said, in Latin, broadcast live from above Satan’s lair, situated, precisely and according to worldwide big brother goo goo radio Gaga – it’s gonna save your life but it’s gonna hurt – the amount of space occupied by a three-dimensional object as measured in units (such as quarts or liters) or capacity, or the ability to receive or contain the maximum amount or number that can be received– God said absolutely nothing.

In 1977, the serial murderer Ted Bundy is escorted out of court at the Pitkin County Courthouse, having just been captured after six days on the run when he escaped the same courthouse. The Post Independent recently had its long-sealed safe opened by a locksmith, revealing numerous old photo negatives, including this one.

A long sealed safe not opened by a locksmith is the beginning of our story. Come along.

Join the Einstein of another potboiler set – ahem – did you catch luke Skywalker cameeoh-in on criminal minds? Mark Gordon?

If I had to pick my moments today it would be Rhianna and Eminem’s love hate ballad as I considered how it made me feel – especially after alice in chains, rooster – and they say Americans are soft?

The Frith is here and he wants to know why you are here

And suddenly pushing buttons

Truly Frédéric you do not scare me.

mother courage, Godot, Doug Kenny – none compete with Kubrick Stephen King MA Jong and that sorcerer we pretended not to see.

The vastness of the pacific a place many just underestimate – thank you pacific especially the Hawaiian Islands for letting me live. Embracing me actually. But I loved you and was a gifted steers person – we’re talking rain man status.

 your brain is still a bit more about this one and only the most important thing in my opinion is that it was good singing

(that was artificial intelligence interpretation of my predictive poetic lyrics cat fight on the fridge)

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Never good enough

  1. merely concealing a barren emptiness behind an independent-seeming façade.[10]

What kind of cry is this?

No one can say.

For sure..

Angel’s allies

Bully Alleys

take tamed tarnished

selves over harnessing

all that barren

wasteland of oblivion

Authentication of self-esteem

The danger was particularly acute where the baby had to provide attunement for the mother/parents, rather than vice versa, building up a sort of dissociated recognition of the object on an impersonal, not personal and spontaneous basis.[11]

A compromised ego sat idly by.

Ghostface inauthenticality

a pseudo-self /

to escape

loneliness

Fortified

Harbingers

powers manifest at will,

or activate the powers of others.

freedom’s antidote.

Gravitas an assitas

The loneliness of freedom

According to specification Evi

psionic holographic

She was to exhibit powers only rarely and this activation is always brought on by severe stress.

“presumed” undue influence

The first undermining takeover collapse per se

The self is a relation which relates itself to its own self, or it is that in the relation that the relation relates itself to its own self; the self is not the relation but that the relation relates itself to its own self.
—–Søren Kierkegaard, The Sickness Unto Death: A Christian Psychological Exposition for Upbuilding and Awakening
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Taxonomy of an Exabyte

  • All the words ever spoken by human beings can be contained in five exabytes.

  • The first word ever spoken

    Quintillions of metadata revealing too much

    EB by the Quintillions

    “15 exabytes of data are transmitted every month.”

    and that amount is increasing exponentially, like a swarm of virtual locusts, pariahs, swaths of sward prattle babbling Paranthropus


    So who is is transmitting this data? You. Me. Artificial intelligence, real stupidity.

    Data is a set of values of subjects with respect to qualitative or quantitative variables.

    Shallow

    one is constantly fed and the roots grow deep while the fruit never ceases to grow, while the other is rootless and detached from any source of nutrition, and it is, therefore, blown away by the next wind that comes through.

     the presence of so many imitative words in language spawned the linguistic Bowwow Theory, which postulates that language originated in imitation of natural sounds.

    Data becomes information when it is viewed in context or in post-analysis.
    Captured data is created or generated through purposeful investigation or analysis.
    Exhaustive data is gathered usually by machines or terminals as a secondary function.

    To reiterate– she’s recalcitrant. Too many Qualified Leaks per mouth.

    Exhausting exhaustive data with things known or assumed as facts, making the basis of reasoning or calculation using swarm intelligence
    collective behaviour of a group, esp social insects such as ants, bees, and termites, that are each following very basic rules

    Net Profit Margin. Gross Margin. Cost of Customer indecision. Promoter Score. Qualified Leads.

    changes in entropy occur when two blue teeth start to “negotiate” the key length used to encrypt the connection.

    The ostriches and the vultures

    The brain trust in the big house announced that they’re not planning for the prospect of a recession out of concern that it could help precipitate a crash, said quid pro quo.

    stop that train.

    You’re incompetent

    Incumbent

    How about that

    7 chakras
    Standing before the dark ages
    light snuffed out the hopeful faces
    faded, soft, immovable,
    she is stripped of just one of her powers

    resurrected by tomorrow

    resurrected

    for

    enculturation 

    A safe house for creativity coming soon to an algorithm near you….

    August 2019

    Hot sticky end of my 53rd year

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    Rue de la ciudad

    How does one redraw the narrative that tells the truth without giving it all away somehow not losing so mucho of you.

    This Esperanto keyboard is keel of hello 80s to the jerk

    Crash

    The Boy Who Cried Werewolf (2010)

    FEAR drives market ta

    72.

    Rules

    Coburg Tyre

    Conjecture

    Another set

    More gone

    Ahead of the curve

    . “Mary Jane” has moved from Woodstock to Wall Street

    DISRUPTIVE🔌/Acceleration /

    Panic mesh Ryder
    Brain pain
    Traumatic brain injury
    Collassus

    Answer no one.

    Diffidence is self-distrust; modesty, a humble estimate of oneself in comparison with others, or with the demands of some undertaking.

    Europe dies, Oceania Rises. Unified Soul Wanderers call bluffs while lying in wait.

    A lair of shade.

    Don’t forget to lock up.

    They are watching you.

    iEye©️MCESCHER

    I almost wanted him to be god so he fouls up sometimes

    The most dangerous enemy of truth and freedom amongst us is the compact majority—yes, the damned compact Liberal majority…

    —Henrik Ibsen, An Enemy of the People

    74.

    Prosthesis Function Y

    It was manifest waste

    Subterfuge the strategic plan

    Erase as you go

    EtchASketch

    Virtuales candidato listón para cambiar

    A Minster de Diablo

    I appeal to HIM

    73.

    Before you go —

    Tyehimba

    I have been touched by my God 
    in my creation,…
    of anointing callus across my face. 
    I know the lyric of her pulse ..

    -Tyehimba Jess

    Carved Marble

    God of the fallen water jug, 
    of all the hope a vessel holds 
    before spilling to barren sand. 

    God of flesh hewn from earth 

    God of flesh hewn from earth 
    and hammered beneath a will 
    immaculate with the power 
    to bear life from the lifeless 
    like a well in a wasteland. 

    In a wasteland

    I’m made in the image of a God 
    that knows flight but stays me 
    rock still to tell a story ancient as 
    slavery, old as the first time 
    hands clasped together for mercy 
    and parted to find only their own 
    salty blessing of sweat. 

    INDUSTRY

    Indus try

    Inside

    with

    MJ Hempton

    . “Mary Jane” has moved from Woodstock to Wall Street

    DISRUPTIVE 🔌

    Acceleration

    …representing a 🔌


    force for a slew of industries, including pharmaceutical, tobacco and beverage companies.

    I’m made in the image of a God 
    that knows flight but stays me 
    rock still to tell a story ancient as 
    slavery, old as the first time 
    hands clasped together for mercy 
    and parted to find only their own 
    salty blessing of sweat. 


    3

    It’s like investing in the liquor industry in the 1930s, when Prohibition ended.

    /

    /It’s not just about getting high, though.

    Problem is, signs are emerging that the marijuana green rush is becoming a bubble in search of a pin. But we’re starting to see a proliferation of dubious investments.

    75.

    A proliferation of dubious investment

    Disruptive dissonance breathe recklessness

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    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

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    voodoo town, handle down

    You end up on the other side of what might be considered going down town

    dodgy, cagey or downright oblique

    But like a character made by Stephen King, you prevail, dragging your sorry ass past the doom, and the gloom, not checking facebook, only using it for logins, you’re free God dammit who the fuck just cut you off in traffic?

    #bornintheusa

    Views of the World 🌍

    R u still in

    Ahoy

    shot callers

    Co.at combat

    I’m a bomb convict top Ramen Amir flavor savor make a wick but get written up so you make a light

    FBI DBI three stories tall eighth of mile long

    Microdosin neocon hawk lobbying mesh gates of hell

    Hang on we’ve got a customized scan of your personalized scam right here

    It’s like I’m may

    in seotei

    September

    Be advised

    She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order

    All the pieces I am
    Places to stand

    You.

    In the crosshairs

    like a deer

    red dot

    cross roads

    243

    3 billion Chinese can’t be eying

    US

    can they

    They said

    They forgot

    It went on

    like that

    for years

    her blue canvas dripping onto the

    soot of the pavement. Vague scent of hot mop asphalt near death-fo-tanement

    more like a fonzi scheme hhhheeeyyy

    Questionable sources 🧪

    She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It’s good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.

    -Toni Morrison

    In other words, Garza had a right to a proceeding, and he was denied that proceeding altogether as a result of counsel’s deficient performance.

    After all, there is no disciplined way to “accord any `presumption of reliability’ . . . to judicial proceedings that never took place.” Ibid. (quoting Smith v. Robbins, 528 U.S. 259, 286 (2000)).

    that he in fact requested, or at least expressed interest in, an appeal on a non-waived issue,” id., at 21-22, or alternatively (2) “`that there were nonfrivolous grounds for appeal’ despite the waiver,” id., at 22 (quoting Flores-Ortega, 528 U. S., at 485). We decline this suggestion, because it cannot be squared with our precedent and would likely prove both unfair and inefficient in practice.

    participating as an amicus on Idaho’s behalf, s

    that, but for counsel’s deficient failure to consult with him about an appeal, he would have timely appealed.” 528 U. S., at 484. So long as a defendant can show that “counsel’s constitutionally deficient performance deprive[d him] of an appeal that he otherwise would have taken,” courts are to “presum[e] prejudice with no further showing from the defendant of the merits of his underlying claims.” Ibid. Because there is no dispute here that Garza wished to appeal, see supra, at 2, a direct application of Flores-Ortega’s language resolves this case. See 528 U. S., at 484.

    Where, as here, a defendant has expressly requested an appeal, counsel performs deficiently by disregarding the defendant’s instructions.9

    Usually, the driver who is backing out is found at fault, unless two cars were backing out at the same time and hit each other. In that case, fault is usually shared between the two drivers.

    Typically an accident where you hit a car that is legally parked will result in you being found at

    Underdahl’s petition asserts that he is entitled to relief under 28 U.S.C. § 2254 because (1) he was denied the right to a speedy trial; (2) of prosecutorial misconduct; (3) the court improperly instructed the jury under Minn. Stat. § 634.04; and (4) the evidence is insufficient to sustain a conviction.

    I always looked upon the acts of racist exclusion, or insult, as pitiable, from the other person. I never absorbed that. I always thought that there was something deficient about such people.

    6:19 PM

    Mar 8, 2019

    Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/toni_morrison_366195

    #belived

    On thr msbkr

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    9 muses 9 lines

    9 muses 

    Epic poetry – Poet laureate – as if maya Angelou read the song of myself   But As everyone together imagine-

    Music – Lyric poetry – voice of angels

    Healing arts – dynamic  exchange, science quantum physics

    All-encompassing  species survival

    Painting – Sculpture – Film and Photography

    Performance Dance  theater installation

    Storytelling – cave painting – chronicles of humanity

    public architecture – collective space

    Tragedy and Comedy actors writers giving experience meaning

    muse of collaboration  directors and conductors  🙌🏼 Those who fuse the ones who lead  living energy

    creativity as  not just talent or   none At all

    the final

    the muse of alchemy

     

    in 9 sec

     

     

    anesthetize don’t agonize


    And so

    It was

    With great

    Abandon that

    She ruled

    The world

     



    where chaos unfolds

    It’s hard to know why you live


    III – THE end painting “OBEY”

    Nothing’s

    Nothing is everything

    we have completely failed at understanding the vastness of our universe.

    Located more than 13 BILLION light years away, the Hubble space telescope found countless galaxies, each galaxy containing around one trillion stars.

    1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

    How many stars are in the universe?

    According to astronomers, there are around 10 billion galaxies in the observable universe alone.

    the observable universe

    must presuppose an unobservable counter weight universe but what cannot be observed-can we conceive of its existence?

    1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

    ….assuming an average of 100 billion stars per galaxy would suggest 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 (that’s 1 billion trillion) stars exist in the observable universe.

    1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

    One billion trillion

    Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time, proof that humans can work magic.” —Cosmos

    Thursday dusk arrived slow

    Don’t waste your time coz I already did!

    Quick reviews of the gaps in our apps, human technology.


    8 1/2

    I disagree
    with this headline, you’ll see.

    Letter never sent, part 4

    bTake what you need and leave the rest. 7:41 pm cool air finally as we wait on Chicago style pizza with onions so you choke!

    Review of Door Dash (terrible name)

    I don’t like that they ripped off their drivers (now I tip cash) and they got giant start up finance from Saudi Arabia, who should have been chastised for journalist death so that is bad. But. Their service is getting better, I hear the drivers are getting paid and they paired up with square cash which I love. The dash pass isn’t really worth it and I’ve had my food jacked on more than one occasion – literally given to anyone who says yes when driver said are you (name). Yeah, I’m Wanda… So I think they rank 3 after grub hub (better vitals less snafus) and Uber eats which is fast cheap and predictable. So door dash if you order frequently and can take advantage of their promos gets 4 out 5.

    In the solar system or elsewhere

    A square or perhaps rounded depression on a planet or the moon.

    Or maybe just a plateau in your head.

    Nous, peuple des États-Unis, afin de former une Union plus parfaite, d’établir la justice, d’assurer la tranquillité intérieure, d’assurer la défense commune, [note 1] de promouvoir le bien-être général et d’obtenir les bénédictions de la liberté pour nous-mêmes et pour notre postérité. , ordonnez et établissez cette Constitution pour les États-Unis d’Amérique.

    Try reading it in Chinese or “unease” as auto correct would have you “correct.” Because nonsense is NOT ALLOWED. A sense of humor, forbidden.

    What if, in the end, all differences here became moot when a bigger threat was imposed upon us, and we were of sound mind and body to accept the truth? What if a sense of humor saved mankind?

    I don’t worry about whether Trump will cause a recession (I see the patterns are largely out of his hands) – he can hasten or barely delay some intrinsic deployment of numbers ready to launch as the next impoverished birth is recorded and the last record of output:goods / gross domestic national product is determined by experts.

    No, I worry he could make a decision based on pure ego. Something I’d like to think a leader of a nation is above.

    But. Here we Are.

    We are “3x more likely to die from a knife?!” Than a gun not natural causes just in case you thought that was an absolute.

    Caption Obvious

    Add up the numbers – do you get 666? That’s a bummer. Now you know you can’t win. #wtf 🖕Satan Lucifer devil may care

    Eat those

    the hypervelocity impact contrast

     volcanic craters, which result from explosion or internal collapse

    Internal collapse. We’re witnessing it now.

    An impact crater is an approximately circular depression in the surface of a planet, moon, or other solid body in the Solar System or elsewhere, formed by the hypervelocity impact of a smaller body. In contrast to volcanic craters, which result from explosion or internal collapse,[2] impact craters typically have raised rims and floors that are lower in elevation than the surrounding terrain.[3] Impact craters range from small, simple, bowl-shaped depressions to large, complex, multi-ringed impact basins.  Meteor Crater is a well-known example of a small impact crater on Earth

    There are estimated to be over 128 million pieces of debris smaller than 1 cm (0.39 in) as of January 2019.

    “fourth street”

    Burnout has been recognized as an official disorder by the World Health Organization. It affects your ability to work [and] your emotions about work.

    If that’s the case, I’m entering a period of remission.

    Hear me purr.

    I’m fragile – don’t let the faint bravado fool you. Scared shitless as they say. A bit apprehensive and a tad overwhelmed to Queen Elizabeth with a spot of tea. I still am horribly polite.

    Loaded biased toward a particular outcome, bearing a load, especially a large one

    Or the fourth studio album by American rock band the Velvet Underground, released in November 1970 by Atlantic

    Who loves the sun?

    Burdens like a loaded

    Freight train

    What gifts would you like to develop

    What gifts would you like to develop

    “the turn”

    an NBA team has never gone an entire quarter without scoring a point.

    Take Note of Your Body Language

    Ask for company turnover [data] and turnover [data] for that individual manager.

    This guy:

    • Inability to handle any confrontation or assertion that there might be another way to do something, even if they brag about their “open door policy.”

    Or this chick:

    • If you are need of constant admiration, will cut you when they do not feel appropriately admired, or feel otherwise shamed, humiliated, or disrespected.

    Raise your hands if you know this next monster!

    • The Narcissist Bossiere

    Don’t let those flannel shirts fool you, this guy can walk into any boardroom with the same aplomb he chops some wood at his cabin in Maine before cooking fresh trout for breakfast. Dave, Jai, Jym, Jin or Jamee – all the same. Great guys until they’re not.

    Warning signs –

    • extremely competitive, with the people who work for them, people on their lateral level, or their superiors.
    • Self-Absorption
    • Extreme Friendliness: aka fake
    • Word Choice sets up a dynamic that can raise or lower the energy in a room. If they begin every sentence with a negative message and then try to diffuse it somewhat, it is likely that negativity prevails in their life and carries over into work.
    • stress level telegraphed to everyone in the department- you know the kind, blames you for solutions, misses the dysfunction when it’s gone oft n refered to as drama junkies.

    How did we get here?

    Um no thank you.

    Ya sure?

    incredulous at sanity

    Ya. Sure.

    He returned to Oslo. Killed 77 people while they wept.

    You have to tune it out or else go insane, she said, Mona of Numbers and manners from letters.

    She sighed. She was not a profiteering overseer and yet she gained innumerable margin from the inevitable failing called death, the suffering of the many at the hands of the few and the way poverty and exploitation of wealth can predict up to a point the ability to express a capacity for love, supporting another being – acknowledging the miracle that is life – this was a given.

    She woke up in hell – the job interview.

    Job and job

    Suffering without uttering one complaint

    What most people don’t understand is bench players do influence the outcome of the game greatly

    And yet

    Here we are

    The Infinite Game

    #FreeBritney

    Birth parents

    Today is my 54th birthday. On this day, a Friday in 1965, my mother gave birth to me, the records say, at the Cleveland Clinic in the holy hour (3-4 a.m.).

    She was 16, my birth father, 17.

    From what I could tell from the “non-identifying” information I was charged $50 for when I was 23,

    Seemingly, I had more in common with my father. Height, basketball, class president, a penchant for trains. My mother, who sacrificed a semester to deal with me, was fond of camping and played a musical instrument.

    The Children Services letterhead, since the Red Feather agency (I think that was the name) had long since disbanded adding yet another level of erasure to my already amorphous existential origin- the letterhead and contents of this letter are all I have of my heritage, my genealogy, my DNA. Who you would say I am.

    Always watched but never seen

    Records of our days, cataloged with no sentiment allowed to obscure the meta data (subjective conjecture need not apply) dot the landscape, forming an infinite grid of mortality.

    Mortal implies limits, so an infinite grid of solely self-aware beings, our qualia, in particular, not involving anyone or anything else, carries each individual’s uniqueness, believing we are the onliest as our way of coping with the fact that as far as we know, this existence is finite.

    I tell you bout the onliest man I knowed come from Virginia.

    Self-awareness consciously knows and understands character, feelings, motives, and desires.

    feelings, motives, and desires.

    There are two broad categories of self-awareness: internal self-awareness and external self-awareness.[3]

    External self v Internal self

    These mean very different things to you and me.

    You see, by our society’s standards, I have no reference for the internal kind. Everything I got I learned without the leg up of familiar tradition, unspoken understanding and qualifying acceptance. In a way, I’ve always had to prove I am not a mistake even though clearly that is all I amounted to in the end, a foolish mistake for my mother to regret.

    For some adoptees, particularly those who’ve experienced early childhood trauma such as neglect or abuse, it may be difficult to form emotional bonds. Some studies suggest that adoptees may also be at higher risk for depression, anxiety, learning disabilities, attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), or substance abuse.

    Me at 22 in NZ

    This started as a very different piece but between the narcissist showing me his drawing without caring about my writing kind of interrupted the flow.

    The fact that I can’t really ever relax or do something mildly extravagant because I can never seem to get ahead, I’m terrible at getting reimbursed and in general, there are a million things I want to do, see, hear, and learn and chasing down the ability to just survive (it’s been that way for 20 years in the film and television industry) isn’t really my thing-the fact that I can’t really celebrate isn’t where I had hoped to be by now.

    I’m tired. Tired of this particular existence that, the longer I live, seems more and more futile. Everything we were told was either a lie or a myth and now I’m in no position to take on the world as I once was, having been severely beaten, tortured and most recrntly mugged and stabbed in the past three years.

    That’s not even the half of it. That’s not even what makes me sad. It’s the lack of friends I find myself enduring these days. The sadness just never goes away.

    My sixth birthday

    Scorpio Moon

    Here it comes

    Here it comes

    It’s just your

    nineteenth

    nervous

    breakdown

    “Writing is … what I do to justify the air I breathe,” Nikki Giovanni once wrote in Contemporary Authors. “I have been considered a writer who writes from rage and it confuses me. What else do writers write from? A poem has to say something. It has to make some sort of sense; be lyrical; to the point; and still able to be read by whatever reader is kind enough to pick up the book.”

    without any assistance or guidance from you
    i have loved you assiduously for 8 months 2 wks & a day
    i have been stood up four times
    i’ve left 7 packages on yr doorstep
    forty poems 2 plants & 3 handmade notecards i left
    town so i cd send to you have been no help to me
    on my job
    you call at 3:00 in the mornin on weekdays
    so i cd drive 27 1/2 miles cross the bay before i go to work
    charmin charmin
    but you are of no assistance
    i want you to know
    this waz an experiment
    to see how selifsh i cd be
    if i wd really carry on to snare a possible lover
    if i waz capable of debasin my self for the love of another
    if i cd stand not being wanted
    when i wanted to be wanted
    & i cannot
    so
    with no further assistance & no guidance from you
    i am endin this affair

    this note is attached to a plant
    i’ve been waterin since the day i met you
    you may water it
    yr damn self

    –Ntozake Shange

    Artificial Verse

    MIT has developed a machine that writes poetry based on keywords you provide.


    I watch her frown. I cry hello.

    The otak is tiny, soft and deep,
    But she has promises to keep,

    She rises from her bitter bed,
    With thoughts of sadness in her head,
    She idolises being dead.
    Facing the day with never ending dread.


    Woah, dude.

    As a disclaimer the site alludes to its plagiarized unity. Wait a minute that sounds too familiar, I thought. Sure enough, the toads divulged in the mellow wood and I, A.I. took the road less traveled by and that motherfuc*&ers has made all the difference

    This never happens because Catholicism

    A Hombre Alone

    With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.


    The Road Not Taken 

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    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;
    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,
    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.
    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

    8.20.19 helicopter overhead

    They hover. They circle back, you try to figure out if they’re on the freeway (which one? You’re between two, always, for some reason, since you’ve been confined to this god-foresaken town.

    Eyewitnesses are notoriously unreliable –

    Mark Gordon’s Criminal Minds Paget Brewster

    Who I’ve loved since HUFF where she played Hank Azaria’s (mo/apu+ on da Simpsons)

    The

    Simpsons did it

    -South Park

    What we’re they thinking?

    The hunt.

    More like the cunt. Who wrote that script? What’s wrong with Oscar winner in and out burger girl playing the role of elite killing “deplorable”? And who calls fellow countrymen whose vote your brain seeks but heart rejects, as if political turmoil does anyone any good. As if voting with your vagina.hadn’t been issued from a condescending cunt.

    Which curiously auto corrects to cube every fucking time.

    That’s the outside world.

    In my interior realm, all is tumultuous and at odds with my brain. I’m better than this. Than what? Right on the heels of ranting and raving binge watching you watching me oh my goodness we said worried that waiting for Godot might be real, after all,

    I thought I should document my ascent with the sane Isame insightful precision with which I partake in self-esteem inflicted srlf-flaggellation as in the scarlet letter – do things never change?

    Cue zombies

    I know that guy.

    12 most…who you looking at, foo…?

    Please be creative with your titles: smart, short and eye-catching.

    Disciple.

    The St. of Discipline.

    Henry Miller.

    He had settled on the most magnificent piece of property on the far flung coast, years after starving had given way to dilettante displays of attention propped up by fangirls in their sunned entrances wearing summer dresses.

    Fortunes change
    Your summer has come

    Using a creative, impactful adjective after “12 Most” can go a long way. Check out the posts on this website for reference and whatever you do, avoid using adjectives that have been overused (ie: common, important, useful…).

    Don’t ever change

    He gasped holding his chest breathing pained and desperate now

    Until he got out the words —-


    The shoe

    Had made quite an impression

    on the ex-former-felon

    What’re you in for

    Hybrid crimes

    of dispassionate times


    Moral Prejudices

    Marlin Rand woke up, asleep, a dream within a living nightmare.

    You like to daydream, huhn?

    Head lost in the clouds.

    Are you listening?

    Listening not hearing. The world retracts into a distance illuminated by your reflection, the sun shaft reaching that taillight, sending shards of red through the blinds. Why do we call then blinds? Why are screen doors not calls deafs?

    The noise is deafening.

    The hard drive is named Friedrich Nietzsche, the router Liza Minnelli and the broadband a traveling troupe of Keynesian mechanics with carpetbaggers galore.

    Absurd, says Cumquat Jones, the nommedeplume of Tennessee Williams’ unknown soldier.

    … his “hypotheses” on the origins of morality to reading his friend Paul Rée’s book The Origin of the Moral Sensations (1877) and finding the “genealogical hypotheses” offered there unsatisfactory.

    Nietzsche decided that “a critique of moral values” was needed, that “the value of these values themselves must be called into question”. To this end Nietzsche provides a history of morality, rather than a hypothetical account in the style of Rée, whom Nietzsche classifies as an “English psychologist”[2] (using “English” to designate an intellectual temperament, as distinct from a nationality).

    Find the sinkhole

    I have decided to write the gray American novella, where nothing is great just chalky grey like the Greys pasty anatomy of conspiracy theories where secret service reptilian half-breeds are always British.

    Meanwhile, the natives are restless and a stretch of doom creeps, breathless.

    Jagged ex-whys and all the imagination in dream land won’t fix a fork in the road, bone spurs on a road less traveled, for a reason.

    Fourth

    Today 6.4 earthquake rattled the spur of land stretching between Death Valley and downtown where dreams are dashed.

    And here I sweat on the screen porch taking in the endless human hums from the park nearby–oh how to scream like a child swimming in summer! – the whippoorwill, the engines passing by the old folks, where babies used to be born (I met two), talk about from the cradle to the grave.

    It’s summer like I remember, slightly stifling til you’re submerged in cool water, ours a pond, but now all kids in this St. Charles fiefdom are peeing unilaterally in the Powatasookee or, more appropriately, POTTAWATOMIE park pool, mini golf, tennis and ducks-plus fireworks.

    This porch reminiscent of Flannery O’Connor or perhaps my mother is a fish but the threat of tornadoes far from exhilarating and my good aunt Jackie has died, and it feels so long ago they things were right.

    Cataloging your usage

    After abandoning “Don’t waste your time,” I still needed a receptacle for the ongoing churn of real time, actual human assessment of the tools of our digital trade.

    I’m an unofficial tester of all things related to aortic writings of a familiar lean. I’ve tried most interfaces and delved into a multitude of platforms. I stopped short of learning how to code (for dummies, et al) because I am too old.

    The notion that I would fill up that brain storage space with a language designed to communicate with a machine that is supposed to evolve with me in the time space continuum just isn’t as interesting as discovering the one hundred she eleven languages officially considered “lost” since only one speaker of its native tongue remains.

    Rastro philio pustrocity

    Rastrophiliopustrocity was hard to come by these days, but she prevailed.

    These dialects of our tribal languages are inextricably woven into the human (auto corrects to kung-fu, btw🤔) ability to commiserate, collaborate, communicate and concentrate on the meaning of words between like-minded folk.

    Those spoken and written lexicons adapted with us over time.

    Mutter see

    Lena L. Leon

    Tuko pamoja.

    Together pajamas.


    So then, what could’ve been the very first word to ever be spoken?

    I have three theories.

    Cuidado! a warning to your child that the wooly mammoth behind them is a threat to humankind’s existence.

    I love you. The word love needed to be made one day.

    God.

    Either in caveman prayer or attached as namesake for that particularly desperate invocation, of mythological proportions, why have you forsaken me which must be addressed to some “one.”

    We needed an anchor, preferably guttural, perhaps elliptic, but definitely a one syllable word for that guy.

    We had to assign forever a gutwrenching association to some supposed creator (would the word for God be different had we known we were worshipping atoms as Adam?).

    The poet never knows.

    Battle cry


    For the record

    June 27, Two-thousand nineteen

    Review of “mailbuzzr”

    Graph and Stat

    The possibility for greatness exists: fast, ability to maintain semblance of control over mailbox folders, loads ginormous amounts of unread emails without crashing like other apps. But no snooze option? Can’t customize the swipe actions? All I want is a better version of mailstrom where I can delete multiple emails sent by the same robot and actually check emails I want to respond to (mailstrom aka chuck in mobile platform – talk about weird branding) is good for mass deletion that’s it. So I tried buzzr for a second time since their app popped up as the bee’s knees. All I can say about it is the aesthetic is working for me, it loads fast and the notification sounds are rad. Other than that, there is nothing to set it apart from spark or Edison’s email (which has some terrific features but crashes too much) app which has added features to save you money based on your e-commerce records (without being cumbersome).

    No ability to add email addresses beyond outlook or Gmail is limiting as well since I still maintain an old yahoo account due to the  personal and professional accounts associated with it. Not being able to do that means mailbuzzr cannot be the sole email app needed to manage an inbox  behemoth.

    Villa Real

    The system is based upon ten (originally nine) glyphs.

    The symbols (glyphs) used to represent the system are in principle independent of the system itself.

    The glyphs in actual use are descended from Brahmi numerals and have split into various typographical variants since the Middle Ages.

    Etymology

    theintercept.com/2019/06/22/cbp-border-searches-journalists/

    That much I expected. But then a third officer, whose name was Villarreal, carefully read every page of my 2019 journal, including copious notes to self on work, relationships, friends, family, and all sorts of private reflections I had happened to write down. I told him, “Sir, I know there’s nothing I can do to stop you, but I want to tell you, as one human being to another, that you’re invading my privacy right now, and I don’t appreciate it.” Villarreal acknowledged the statement and went back to reading.

    That was just the beginning. The real abuse of power was a warrantless search of my phone and laptop. This is the part that affects everyone, not just reporters and people who keep journals.

    TV I.V.

    she strained to listen

    or was it

    simply

    to

    hear

    An amalgamation of loss

    HERE, we found nothing

    The player sits ugly

    Waiting

    the ship comes in

    Lady Magdalene

    Cartoon imposters

    Hold sway

    The amount of coin changing hands

    with open air moniker abides as

    He teetered above

    before landing

    at her feet.

    The marketplace part 1 (to be continued)

    Part 2: The quadrants

    Wrangler and Peregrine

    her otak

    Just like her hero Roland in the gunslinger protected her

    with vision

    She rode the mare Misty out to the point, Chincoteague Island was in the distance.

    Part 2: the heroine’s journey

    Part 3: Glassell Park where Alayna sits in a tree overhead.

    Watching her human spirit reside.

    THE IDLE WIND

    Don’t go walking slow

    man on fire

    The Devil’s onto you

    Fire man

    You’ll get on that talk show

    Two hundred million guns are loaded


    The sky is blue and so is the sea
    What is the color, when black is burned?
    What is the color?

    Smoke signals don’t look back & Satan’s got your back

    ponder perpetual motion

    we’ll meet

    by the red tree

    All I know is

    the one I love

    is gone

    to Zeus

    As Hera

    Forges

    what’s you’re made of

    In the basement

    kiln of artist and

    Demigod

    Prometheus

    What did he want with

    Man, again, she asked

    Oh you’re just a girl

    That was said

    a daily running tally

    Kept by all the schizophrenics

    she’d ever fled

    fed

    or acknowledged

    YOU ARE INVISIBLE

    when you are homeless, persecuted, systematically suppressed- no voice or

    words mislead

    like the horse

    trying to make

    him drink

    He won’t

    He the has not

    You the wannabe

    Me aha is here

    I have an elevator pitch for St. Peter

    the existence of

    whom

    can be called into question

    corroborated

    but not quite Congo gutted

    Contiguous

    Configured for this dimension

    GTFO!
    Olive Oiler

    my baby left me, never said goodbye

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