an unarmed woman is shot in the neck point-blank without even a warning while SWAT is in the house, not shooting anyone They culled her to make an example yet the powers that be turn blind eyes another woman is bludgeoned to death by police, while those in the crowd cry out for mercy-- the so-called insurrection instigated on purpose, and capitol punishment meted out unjustly by the same who now won't lift a finger to resist a tank rolling over a car full of civilians & thousands being massacred in the streets of the sovereign country of our ally-- where is the outrage?
Monthly Archives: February 2022
The wart-encrusted feelings burp up from an acid-seared gut & I say hello, adieu. Vortex ideas swirl as against porcelain carrying floaters down the drain. Wave goodbye, don't fish for turds. The rumpus of mental excretion is filthy. Let it go with a smiling grunt. It's not play-doh - so don't mold & sculpt artsy-fartsy glaze, fire, or patty-polish-- who let it in? -- harder to squeeze out Sometimes seems to yodel like a ventriloquist into the bony echo-chamber, insinuating, weedling the nutter into a wrestling match but merely needs a good flush, but before yanking the chain, must note the smelly contents, then be dissed & forgotten
frustration, a padded room without give a mangy lion pacing without pride gnats dive, closing unafraid of teeth or tail, busy golden, leftover drips-- I was Ahab. Who were you? Ear mites bore into the cottage brain jello hear the pock trails being designed half a squirm remains in the red delicious bombers and tigers symbiotic frustrate 2g WiFi refused to spear a white network in the sea of imaginary waves cannot hunt a dancing bear to abate the sinking feeling
this is it, special palindrome one-of-a-kind full-stop, period, dot of two the kaleidoscopic array of numbers all in a row, came, marched the line a comet pass, meteoric shower-show, asteroid, or hemorrhoid, depending on the issue or stinky red tissue, masked divide mundane, panda mick, or the inversion of @22222 whatever it flashed rolled away
there won't be time to make up the mind at the end of the line don't spike the chance to adjust your stance to find your real purpose now, this moment arise to prevent the rest of your days misspent mountains will crumble into the ocean Stars will fall from the sky the end of all things is cresting now's the time to question why the earth is shaking with anger poisoned by those who should care its plates are grinding to sharpen flames will replace the air Leaving the pan for the fire consequences must balance the day what is about to transpire is a horrendous price to pay
Jews, Greeks, Romans, and Africans, Europeans of all stripes, East Indians, Saudis, Islanders, Inuits, Aboriginals Uighur & Chinese have all seen the same spectacle under the sun Crossing every border of hate and rivalry, the redemptive act initiated as the sole solution for transition from self-destruction Isn't it patently clear something is awry? Look at ourselves over the sweep of his story, remember who is missing, then decide
some friends were asked do you believe in God in science i believe one replied --this bringing up a thought that science makes a piss-poor deity, heartless and fierce another retorted the universe is the grid the spaced-out non-answer of the acid-head another spat they believed social justice reform this under a one-world government eye a concept of God would only get in the way of worshiping human achievement as god it's always astonishing how much clap-trap is used when a simple yes or no would suffice religious drivel and metaphysical leaps with political propaganda diatribes the pseudo-scientific philosophizing trips the excuses, the binary issue dance-around in squandering time with "the maybes" a wasted life
computers are a damned nuisance the millennial bug was supposed to bite planes were going to fall from the sky banks were going to fail because the largest tech company forgot to program their boxes to account for the year 2000 some kooks postulated that Nostradamus saw the end going down about that time too the planned obsolescence created a cash-cow everyone who owned their rigs had to buy a floppy disk for a hundred bucks so their data wouldn't scramble those three-by five square floppies may have cost the company a dime but over a hundred million paid a thousand times that because of a problem the computer company created but the consumer paid for making fat-cats jumbo Since then, the snow has been pretty this year with lots of icicles, though we had a green Christmas
Journal log entry, a brain-numbing gray day because it was, and that's okay the trees and lawn covered with gropple even the black squirrels were sour-pusses the neighbor dogs didn't want a walk in it the brain was tilted eyes blurry and waking, a chore yes, that's just fine to be offline in hibernation mode a shamrock shake adding a sugar coma fingers on the keys with nothing to press a big zero in the melting gray matter - the internal squishy walls closing in the hag-muse is drugged no makeup or blush could simulate life gray as gravel tasting like ass need a new toothbrush missing bristles between two teeth with a broken end of bloody floss wrinkles in the glass match the day swallowing all desire to play so let's waste cash on trash on eBay.