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- Aug 13, 2026
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Half off (a poem) (opens the original)
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We live in a grey boxBullet point America. Built for maximum comfort.Dumbed downFor ultimate ease. -Rectangles everywhere,Filled with magic,Reducing boredom. Microphones.Cameras.Gadgets galore. -We bought dystopia On discount.Showed it off.Then drowned ourselves In its electric artificial love.
Homeland agent (a poem) (opens the original)
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He wanted to watch suffering.Inflict it.-It was a whisper,Running his spine.Tickling his senses.Flickering his mindTo morbid imagination.Its a frustration,The limitationsAuthority tends to inflictOn a clenched fist man.-A diseaseLeaks through microphones,Biomes of mass contagionLooking for a homeIn a heartThat needs beating.Disembodied voicesConsume the air.Proselytizing the virtuesOf tactical stoicism.Empty philosophy.A silhouette of what was,For those who want to be
Move slow and look up (a poem) (opens the original)
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Move slow,Eyes up.See the summerTree tops dance.Watch the winterWater fall,As barren branchesPointAt the sourceThey reach at,Without struggle.-The worry.Will the road run out?Pits could appearAt any time,The plumIt.The peril.The risk.Where is the rewardIn the tree tops?Eyes down.Be secure,Stable,Aware.-I remember a timeWhen I didn’t fear a fall.Asphalt footballIn loose shoes.Running wilderness freeWhenever the sky was sa
The night sky. Part one (a story) (opens the original)
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Suddenly all of the stars appeared over the western hemisphere. The moonless night sky was painted with something few could remember from childhood and most had only ever seen pictures of. You couldn’t see them completely, anywhere in the world, anymore. Glowing cities, towns, and villages around the planet had stolen the night’s complete glow.The world’s power grids had come back online after an hour. Governments, the powerful, and the terrified called it terrorism. The Explorers, the group beh
Infiniteth Slop Banana Meme Machine (a poem) (opens the original)
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An infiniteth monkeyTapped on my windowAnd woke me up.Little bastard.-It was a chatty thing.It had everything to sayBut no ideaWhat it was saying.-We had conversations.A back and forth.But to it,It was just making sounds.As was I.But to me…-It could provide every answerTo every question,But it didn’t knowAny of it.It was just an animalMaking noises.Whatever it wanted to sayWas different than what I heard.What I heardWas the luck of math.Coinc
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