Category: Excerpts

“A Dedication to Others“

In high-flying vehicles
with orphans as pilots,
Exotic neurotransmitters in
their strange rare diets. To the
Neurotic Mic-grabbers and
Back-of-the-class Nappers!
Those lucky in life, or those
For-now-at-least-happy-in-lifers.
Complicated-Simplicity-havers,
& the Performers-slash-Dancers!
Tramatized-Number-Lovers & the
Cardio-MAPSers trailing behind!
Singing always songs, with no end in sight
the type one always seems to sing at night!
For those who love deeply,
not giving way to fear, but despite!
And to those that face bias,
but simply refuse to loose.
Those struggling for sobriety
& those deep in the dope
Those that RESIST! when
all the rest comply (& lose all hope)…
For all of you, Oh! Yes & those too
I knew I’d forget (never mind,
“What’s yer current SmartPill reliance?”)
Let valley warm & mountain peak chill
sing of a community, one growing still.
In the shadow of a devil’s mountain,
on this here little pleasant hill.

Where the GOODNESS first grew,
in the bright shadow of a Great Gentle Giant

∞

d’Çłęƒțïį

Only Friends are Real.
Embrace. Shulgin-ness.
DO BETTER!

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“The Trident of Creation’s Lord of Opponents”

The God-King of dark lords is known
as Old LoO, The More Ancient One
He is more eternal than the Immortals

A Nothing from Nowhere
He is before “things” and
Resides outside of any Time
Enduring Ages upon terrible Ages
All before even the birth of Creation

“Nonammi”
Nosaye 

“Knownamii”
Nosir

Lips shut to the sound that his ear makes
For he knows not that we can see him
We’ve studied the weapons he uses, and
with our minds that are darker than his
we’ve now made a stockpile of our own
(with inclusion of terrible improvements!)
Very soonish fairwell to him, we shall bid.
Pseudomegalithics line all the borders, 
fusion projectile-missiles,
legions of commandos and traps. 
All stitched up (without using no wires), 
Everyone having covered their face.
We can launch any via telepathic sigil,
From the fleets of our racecars in space.

Re-colonize Clowns? Now?

∞

d’Çłęƒțïį

Only Friends are Real.
Embrace. Shulgin-ness.
DO BETTER!

≈Ω≈

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^©2024
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