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GnuY'ears Dissolution [ Again+Again]
already it's been so many years since
this year's been'round, & like d'you
rememememember how many years there were last
year? I guess I kinda lost lost lost track.
iknow youknow how that do go /
s'many years i'ad no idear that I'd 'grow up'
t'be such a paraghostie, & thee alien'nation[s]
eye'd be besetted wit would be besotten
over all that longgone teenie agh'agh'agh,angst.
Pariahville seem t'be
wh'ere that oneway ticket to Palookaville
done dropt this 1/2ass apparition. O!fcknWoe-is-me!(right?)
why you do this eliz'a'baby? you so oft said you
reallyreally liked 'me',
even when ye loved me, f'cryn'out[loud]........
alotta years gone bye since just yesterday...& alotta more will
go bfore thee sun rise[s] a again...(is that what They call to
morrow?)[damnd if I canno recall havin heard bout that shit
ever]
new year last year this year man-of-the-year or a proverbial month'o'fcknsundays,
...it's
all
a well-staged per'form[ance] t'get us distractly redirected
to make so many moron'like oppositional Beliefs wit which
wee beat thee livin livin live-in shit from out each other
the newspapers at the checkout line of piggly-wiggly say
thee queen will be dead soon.....jeez,
then what wee gonna do wit all these sur'plus years of beliefs wee got hidden in that crappy c'rumblin where'house?
some body body body goin't'get fcknBusted f'sure
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dkzktalesofhilariousterrorpoom[ill'ustrated]2014
Published 1st Jan 2014
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Anonymous
1st Jan 2014 11:53pm
iza always lose track tryple d.
sumthings I remember lyke a fukkin' ghost.haunts me bro rM
sumthings I remember lyke a fukkin' ghost.haunts me bro rM
2nd Jan 2014 00:20am
2nd Jan 2014 7:02pm
2nd Jan 2014 7:25pm
5th Jan 2014 7:26am
so many, to many
many(s) of quirks
of mind that jerks me
mind off in tangents
tangibly(im)perceived
i query of thee about mesh
meshage me meaning approximate
exactly roundabout ok about the mesh
i mesh know, seriously (probably(not))
but true one or way the
other
i want a lexicon
to decipher your writ
wit daddy dada danny
dig
many(s) of quirks
of mind that jerks me
mind off in tangents
tangibly(im)perceived
i query of thee about mesh
meshage me meaning approximate
exactly roundabout ok about the mesh
i mesh know, seriously (probably(not))
but true one or way the
other
i want a lexicon
to decipher your writ
wit daddy dada danny
dig
welllllllllllllll,
gawd knows I hate to be a disappointment, but iyam
prettymuch completely
ignorant
as to thee methods that give rise to 'my own' transcen-dental bitemarks upon thee interweb.....
I spent 25 years of previous century in the 'mental health' business, rubbing proverbial elbows wit the 'best & brightest', + spent 5yrs in commonlaw marriage to one of the best of the brightest....anyway she 'saved my life' inspired my 'miracle' recovery from a turn-of-th-Century hereditary plunge into Cardiac Adventures spanning at least 5 underdiagnosed heartytax in 7months, leading to emergency radical surgery that was thought I wouldn't awaken from....followed 2 yrs later by a psychic conflagration triggered by her own sad 'demise' at the hands of little demons that had laid dormant since formative years, that all thought had been well-taken care of & laid to rest.
thanks to 30+years of Buddhist intellectual selftraining (a hobby), 'something' fell from my supersmartass brain into my metaphoric & physic heart in order to keep 'me' alive.
I don't giveashit about anal'ysing anything I do or think, which has pushed my creativity into hyperdrive (music,imagery,litter'ature), but has disabled my dealing with the real-world common delusion (of which "I" am as much a part of as anyone).....
there's a painful clarity to 'it all' which all 'spiritual' people aspire to, but subconsciously nobody really wants..('pain', yknow?)....such shit does not meet our engrained 'comfort food' standards & expectations.
Soooooooo...."I" have no 'methodology' to explain this litter-all madness....no lexicon to explain my spontaneous' invention of 'word', & dis'conjugation of 'my' deconstructured syntax.
I must just strive to be unconditionally greatful that I have the privilege of some kind of 'artistry' to accompany these deformative endgame years
to beat a deadhorse with cliché, no looking gift-horse in d'mouth.
thank ye for taking time to look at 'my stuff', jimmy..........
gawd knows I hate to be a disappointment, but iyam
prettymuch completely
ignorant
as to thee methods that give rise to 'my own' transcen-dental bitemarks upon thee interweb.....
I spent 25 years of previous century in the 'mental health' business, rubbing proverbial elbows wit the 'best & brightest', + spent 5yrs in commonlaw marriage to one of the best of the brightest....anyway she 'saved my life' inspired my 'miracle' recovery from a turn-of-th-Century hereditary plunge into Cardiac Adventures spanning at least 5 underdiagnosed heartytax in 7months, leading to emergency radical surgery that was thought I wouldn't awaken from....followed 2 yrs later by a psychic conflagration triggered by her own sad 'demise' at the hands of little demons that had laid dormant since formative years, that all thought had been well-taken care of & laid to rest.
thanks to 30+years of Buddhist intellectual selftraining (a hobby), 'something' fell from my supersmartass brain into my metaphoric & physic heart in order to keep 'me' alive.
I don't giveashit about anal'ysing anything I do or think, which has pushed my creativity into hyperdrive (music,imagery,litter'ature), but has disabled my dealing with the real-world common delusion (of which "I" am as much a part of as anyone).....
there's a painful clarity to 'it all' which all 'spiritual' people aspire to, but subconsciously nobody really wants..('pain', yknow?)....such shit does not meet our engrained 'comfort food' standards & expectations.
Soooooooo...."I" have no 'methodology' to explain this litter-all madness....no lexicon to explain my spontaneous' invention of 'word', & dis'conjugation of 'my' deconstructured syntax.
I must just strive to be unconditionally greatful that I have the privilege of some kind of 'artistry' to accompany these deformative endgame years
to beat a deadhorse with cliché, no looking gift-horse in d'mouth.
thank ye for taking time to look at 'my stuff', jimmy..........
