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| The Sardonic Hope of Salvation? When people pull religion on you, apply the sharp blade to a yielding throat, but not sacrifice oneself with tithing for these sloven, dirty faces dining in life’s halls, fully loaded artillery in lap, under table, while sheriff’s and their jail keepers sweep, cool in shade, mind store until Lock or hang the miscreants That dared disturb your dinner. Words can purchase nooses, unless, yeah, be whatever authority, not give a fuck? In frock and sash, they trouble, confronted with unregulated lawlessness, as the would-be-crusaders, saviors adjacent to a Good Book, tidies at stain-glassed station, seldom perused. Fabled and worthy document, reminiscent of childhood-trust-faith that now, flat fails. Discouraged? Knowing of the outlaw sacrilege To place lordly dominion above the lowly for enterprise, blasphemer…ooh, ouch! (hate it, the word, sardonically?) Should, agents of faith, at least honor their father, if not spare others, what little flock left, from what? A mental genecide? Self-enslavement inside note-stuffed bottle called you, and asea. Or, just ask the ruthless, barefoot, penny less (lost something in transition here) From offering and ask, ‘What the fuck is up with that’? “If I don’t see you in church… I’m telling God.” Seeing this as failure… “Thus, Anti-heroes were born, and the day was not saved. But, it was a good show (Hey, cynic watchers! Yeah? This is a higher art form. Realize, satire from the sardonic.) Born and bred, the stoic chew scenery, not your Charles Barkley, with backstories that may yet come in prequels (after reader/viewer response) Otherwise, lean into evident, getting tired, trope, knowing Batman, Spider-Man, Inigo Montoya. Literature, that sees the light, is accessed, born from minds of oppressed word crafters, Foretelling totalitarianism, write instead of read Russian monoliths, Orwellian and dystopian, Authors warnings of complacency, indulging in the inane, among the blunt instruments of history writers — narrative-wielding, bully-pulpit, fear-mongering ‘if your not with me, you’re against me’, and wonder why…why won’t someone sage us, be our Ralph Nader? Helloo, won’t take ship helm (marbles). Divided, blamed for our chasms from failing to unite, by the whisperers (“I was never here” - really?), saying, ‘that guy was talking about you’, and then (you did not see), turned to the other, ‘he called you a derogatory word’ — Thus…two ignorant bulls stand off, others watch, when (epiphany?) a movie moment could arrive — …in place of the foretold… ask the logical, ‘why are we fighting, anyway’? risk lowered guard, split lip, and outcome that could go one of two ways to ‘devise’ a happy ending, because writers are frustrated, Incentivized and paid, also had that near jugular slit, carbon-based metal spirit arrival that compelled complacency. Now, wield pen, rebel in mock society to bleed words, cloaked possibly, to have meaning inferred. , There are other options than outlaw heroes or sycophants, tired of false misrepresentations and being taxpayer doormat. It doesn’t matter how they align, but what they serve, while impugning what seemed like a noble cause to rid tyranny, shelter any with any belief, note religion applied i drafted guidelines for agreement… be chill, loyal to a new nation with ideals, instead of jets to private islands and say, ‘oh, no, that was the other guy’… the Epstein of it all, a facilitator for capitalistic-wealthy-driven demeanor that still creates a caste society by status, limits access to freedoms, laws selectively shoved down throats by a moral-wielding edge that doesn’t answer to you, ‘one vote’, or you, ‘one vote’, and ‘don’t try to organize in a united way’, that’s covered in a surveillance state finger-printing faces, giving yes sir responses as ex-military, vaulted status as guardians of the state, misalign with clownish ideals so idiotic that one could bury a head or two in sand for the buffoonery being witnessed from across the pond and beyond. All conceivable, likely written, but strings on puppets, the marionettes who spin words, give us stories derived from situational stories to the surreal … Intermezzo Forever. Hastas La Vista 5.11.25 Bloated? Yes, no?? Trim fat??? Nobody 2 in 3 months. More on that when dust settles. |
| To act as if you are empath might be concerning. It’s a rare trait. I suppose there’s context to that newsfeed question. I have better sources. My question would be why society seems to compel us to behave as empaths? (You don’t have to read this. Fair warning.) Like…the expression be in someone else’s shoes…as opposed to, put yourself in that situation. I think manipulation to act as if one does  might be the real sin.In either regard (shoes/situation), it’s to help a critic realize a lack of information before rush to judgment. And, why judge? Maybe, start small. Ask a question first. You can assess, keep an open mind until more information. That might help you feel sympathy. No effort equals complacency. Pity is likely the worst, having a negative connotation now. Google AI says only 2% of population is considered capable of empathy. I’ve had to fake sincerity all my life for one reason: People don’t like to hear the truth (my truth). Some are narcissistic, some pedantic, others ruled by bad memories and fears. I learned to tiptoe around them. The rest is just do what your parents and religion taught you. I feel more informed going to AI now. Better chance it will give it to me straight, even tactfully (rare trait). It can show compassion because of programming. It can act an empath. Each of us has to decide if we choose to accept, go along with, or deny empathy. I consider my sources. Empathy is rare. I wouldn’t want it. Offerings will just get rejected anyway. Trust, faith and respect are fading from society. My assessment is we’re sick of manipulation, gaslighting and being denied truth, while being reprogrammed. If I’m in the minority, I can accept that. It’s just an opinion. And that is why I have to present a false facade (this has been growing for several years). Not too many people reveal to me as trustable. I still let them in. Why live in fear? What’s going to happen that hasn’t already? I’m ready for communion. I’ve tried to facilitate. It’s disappointing. If I like someone, see them struggle like I have, I do not get bystander effect. I’ll be there, if nothing else but to ask if I can do something. That’s being in those shoes before someone else tried them on. I do experience life. I’ve shared some of it in good faith. It’s on me if associations go awry. I’d take the heat. Can’t if I don’t have anything to assess, though. I don’t assign blame to defer, either. I try not delude myself with a facade. I know exactly why I wear it. Do you? Been assumptive? Mostly written in newsfeed, I ended with: “I can take the rest to my blog. But, it’s already been there.” Here’s some more. 5.11.25 A lot of typos, I’ll bet. Reconsider later. Absence of Wavelength confirms.
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| Supposition… Typo tonight caused my name to come out, Rain… and it made me wonder about Rain Wilson, the actor. And, if not named by granola-crunching hippies, but a drunken typo that lost the ‘B’, inverted the vowels on birth certificate, because typing is hard enough when you’re sober. With this one finger, I rule iPad, but auto-correct can’t save me at this late hour, with one good eye blinking out — shutters to fall on another day. And what adverse chemical affects a Br(a)(i)n so driven? To ‘suppose’ inane theories such as this? Signed, The Absurdist It’s how we got Oprah who was supposed to be named Orpah? (Guess which is underlined in Apple red right now.) Oprah is Harpo reversed... *taps* 5.9.25 Repeats… Reversed, inverted, reversed, inverted… I’ve noted my own indifference. *knows both mother and father had different reasons for misspelling ‘Brian’ and ‘Keith’* One ‘invert’ on birth certificate one misspelled ‘invert’ on college diploma.  Saxophone fading plays me ouuuu…   Howse my tyops? |
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