Wednesday, October 26, 2022
Thursday, October 13, 2022
What is a dative
That was his quiz
Drilling, jabbing, spitting pride
Supposedly to prove a point
An imaginary point, too
Something to do with the sign of the cross
But most likely to convince his opponent
He knows better than everyone in the room
While he sits on his couch
Next to his doormat
And doting disciple
The unholy trinity
Of He, Helpmeet, and ὕβρις
I wish there was an easy way to say this, but John was right about the jailor.
Tireless propaganda tames all but the few whose faith is whole.
I remember you well. I don’t remember everything,
but what I remember from back then is the same I heard today.
You are hurt. Nobody responds to your stupid texts.
Nobody calls you, or checks in, or pays you a visit, or invites you over.
Always deflecting. Always insulting. Always hearing but not listening.
Always gaslighting. Always the victim. Always the expert. Always the same.
Fifty-eight minutes is all it took to remember why your four distanced themselves.
In your eyes the four are Stewards. Milk does feed calves and dung does not.
Always reformed but never reforming, and trying to make them think.
That milk is the same sort of thing as sweat or dung.
One is always the soldier at war. One is always attacked. One is always justified.
That one is a horrible human being. Not horrible, as in wicked—
—horrible in the sense of pathetic, and mean, and hypocritical,
and self-aggrandizing, and argumentative, and petty, and embarrassing.
This is why your four don’t bother with you anymore.
Tireless propaganda tames all but the strong whose hearts they break.
Friday, August 26, 2022
I see your lines, circles, crescent moons and stars, all commenting on your new creation
Looking closely at each letter to learn what's in them for you
Of the holy one, the true one, you underline with dark blue ink as one who knew life itself
Vindicate them, you highlight, as one who appreciates the lord's faithfulness to his people
Every page is saturated with ball-pointed feelings of childlike curiosity and trust
You valued the cost of the crown of life more than the acceptance of this world
Over and over, and over again, a star marks wisdom for your own application
Unlike the one who abandoned his first love, you now shine like the son, having been faithful unto death
Saturday, August 20, 2022
Seflak is such a strange name
the odd letter functioning like a grade
upon its academic work.
I see the CD in the Ugandan’s hand.
And I don’t know how critical I should be.
Will that, too, produce another failure?
One can only hope my restructuring in pdf will be read
not just downloaded and tucked away down F’s memory hole
as another box checked to boast and know it all
Perhaps when my publication is for sale
Seflak will start paying attention
and stop ignoring our differences
and adopt me as a Sealak
Sunday, July 17, 2022
BS.5 is spreading quickly in Woahk County. It’s a variant, so it deviates slightly from BS.4 Omega, and Daleth, which also exhibited slight differences from its deadly mutant strain, Diadem91, killing billions every year during the tyrannical and transphobic Trump administration.
Even with prior infection, BS.15 is seemingly more transmissible. (Seemingly, as in a biosecurity-state agenda that seems to have no end in sight.) BS.5 is also seemingly more immune-invading. This new BS invades immune systems like no other immune system has ever been invaded. The good news is that the vaccine is working! Severe illness and death are both battled against around the clock by each and every hard-working vaccine.
This is why the time is more critical now than ever, and Woahk County is issuing a face-diaper mandate. Face-diapers are an important additional tool to protect against widespread infection. Face-diapering is a critical public health tool.
Wednesday, July 13, 2022
The adopted one speaks like her Papa. Always innocent until proven guilty. Always the victim. Always the humble and wise apologist, asking useless questions related to imaginary foundational gaps, accompanied with poor grammar and reasoning. Always tearing down strongholds made with privatized perception within the echo-chamber of Dr. Pops. Then come the dots...
As the Papa is predictably defensive and insecure, yet overly confident inasmuch as he overcompensates with ridiculous anecdotes of self-aggrandizements, so this newly adopted daughter is blinded by her own conceits. Blinded by his, too, they remain an embarrassment to all those who truly care about them. At least for now. Maybe it will remain forever. Maybe it won't. Then come the all-caps.
I certainly hope not. Just as I hope she learns, before it's too late, that she's not his daughter or covenant child, and he's not her father. Her actual father is not evil, as her Papa claims. The only way out of this mess she impetuously plunged into is to think for herself, and question big Papa's authority. That's what his real children did. They grew tired of playing his stupid games, which only won them stupid prizes. Then comes the position paper.