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Nothing discourages. Everything gets counter-intuitive circumspect in introspect. |
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I’m not in the know. I just know. Not a crusader, taught by righteous hypocrisy of a pathetic narcissistic paternalistic society — the truth of power corrupts absolute…sometimes. People are basically good, but lack time or introspect to get comprehension, lack witness of the lay of a landscape, but invent and control whatever narrative they cling to. Either weak, naive or arrogant, subscribers of apathy are compliant absolute when a pout and shrug delivers an, ‘it is what it is’. The ultimate, ‘try not to think about’, so you can sleep…or be nocturnal like a clueless Batman. I observe. I’m not saying I’m any better. Finger pointers could feel shame for misdirection, false gossip that could slander ignorantly, never launching a question. All of it speaks to a mind that can complete the landscape (observing, testing, trials with components and time) by what withheld: truth absolute. Dangerous to play with, foolish to think you own it, let alone rent. You’re being played. No, it’s not a game. These…are not stories, but can be. |
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#23. In Other — News, Fiction veils as Prose Poetry
ID #1108639 entered on February 23, 2026 at 8:59am |