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The dangers of unexploded ego

stink berries. what if all your fruit were stink berries? and they make an elaborate larp to see the effect of it. It's a stink berry guy, and he's a fashion maven, knows how to style a smile. He's a gorgeous man who knows it but is most for reasons of his own, call it character, but that is only part of him. He's got another side of him where he gallops around like an emoji horse, from chat room to chat room to channel to live feed sounding off about all the various urge-of-the-day things and it's all an act done in character. He uses emojis in ALL his posts, which were current at this web site in 2013? 2014? and carroselling in the nethers of these pages (I did demonstration pages).

And is it real or is it fake and . . . does it matter?

the unexploded ego. Getting to see it 'go nuclear' but all within sane and ethical boundries. Lines are never crossed. It's a measured attempt, a rouse to draw flack from those who like to give flack. And is that, should that be, a dangerous job? Details of some real person, dead beat down and drunk and showing you where he is, so you can go look for him? the logistics of the larp, the details of the situation, messages between 'frenz'?? all comm is written as a bad story. A poor writer, he only hacks. He isn't so much just a first draft, but just that he is daft. He ryhymes his passages (does he?) or maybe not, either way, that's just me making a needless aside.

And when I understood abotu narrative I said 'what a lot of bullshit to lay on other people, all this misconcieved 'here is where it goes.' stuff. So a larper who is making up a persona who is designed to draw people in so that they waste time in obcessive thoughts about who is really a stranger? How is it different in the sense, then being interested in the personages of someonei in a movie. But instead, because it really is a 'real' person, the better choice is to let it go, let him be, stop worrying, let 'the world' help him as the world does. And you still want to 'watch' the 'cast'? Is it just as interesting if you only listen to it as sound? Why would someone do a live cast other than a sense of vanity? And you keep making up more things in your head that apply only to you and aren't about whoever it is, her dream, her day, that way she says what she says, throws her hair, makes a sudden smile, she's got a look he watches her . . . every week . . .

The dangers of unexploded ego

People who live behind a mask

A jaded person says 'everyone is always behind a mask, and you never 'know' anyone, for real'. And who can argue with a jaded person, because they have clogged their ears anyway, and they don't understand the levels of things. MOrality, displayed as broken, as a bit in an old play that was broadcast live as theatre and only one copy exists . . . as if it's precious. And it sits on a shelve and no one ever watches but he comese into the room and through the secret powers of his made up theories of life and concocted narrative, he is able to 'read' the tape or film wihtout having to view it. He cluches the film real canister and holds it in a drammatic way in front of himself, tilted up in the front of the view (the view?) and meditates on truth and light for a while.

In the graphic for this, of course, there would be anime lightning bolts., and anime my-tiny-pony, and other assorted, possibly pornographic, nonsense imagery that really an adult person would have deleted by now. Unless hes drawing them himself. But it really seems to be that he thinks he's got someone hypnotized off in larper land and he's messaging them through poison pornime borderline stuff (that only a creep would make into a collection). (a creep . . . ? ? ? )

Ah the various personas. So after the gig at the chan cafe ran out, for various reasons things got out of control, this larper in largeness, having , as he said, 'dominated' or 'owned' the 'chan' or the research board, decided to flame on. And it's like when the lights go on and suddenly you see someone one who was always there, and obviously being almost like a trickster larper, someone fun and not mean but quick with it, to pop everyone else's bubble of bullshit and there is an image of him from an old . . . an old . . . mindcrap post? some thing from a few years ago so it's not that old, and he's dressed as a wrestler and you can see that he hasn't been workng out. and he's got henna tatoos like a wrestler might, they are not perminent, he doens't have them now. And he looks like a typical guy, maybe he really is that austic and kind of dumb about his effect, but these were photos shared with friends, I suppose, and what purpose for me to see it except, well, that is what fans do. (fans of the wierd austic larper).

The real back story about such a person, a person who is an obvious mask wearer? what could I really know, just fanning out into the Internet? the solution to the 'who and why'? the solution to th ewho and why of this cat of the chans is 'who knows?' the real story? the why? Does there need to be a why?

It's someone real. He set himself up to do fame casts. He wants to be famous. He learned along the way the dangers of fame. And that you can't larp 'allegience to the truth and the light' without attracting a lot of attention. And it's so obvious to anyone with 'brain on' that this is a . . . . an effort . . . in drawing flack, an heroic effort in drawing flack so you might have some sense of great joy about it. But the dude's gotta stay in character and be that larper phaa hagging on.

It's someone being what they need to be within the fog of war and on the field of battle to draw attention to the details of the fake, and draw flack from those to quick to hate, with the intent to keep other people safe.

Or the guys just out of his head and complex and real. in every case 'complex and real'

I can't stop the way I feel
is it true or is it real?
I swoon and swet and play the fool
for someone who is so uncool!


 
June 21, 2019

Spring is full swing!

flowers, grass, red maples showering down their tiny blossoms.

The World get Pretty!

The world gets beautiful in the Spring!

Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord

for his unfailing love!

Jambience

How do we get lost like that?

It's hard to face the reality of feelings sometimes. People don't understand the wonderful effect that they often have. the effect becomes less wonderful if they abuse your affections. Sadly that's the story often.

Praise the Lord!

Work on what has been spoiled. But what about those who pretend that there isn't a problem?

some
content gets wicked stale and needs to be
modified or deleted!

And a stadium sized fuel-cell bubble-house that floats off towards New Brunswick.

And a New Brunswick sized fuel-cell bubble-house that floats off towards a distant galaxy of light.

void poem

outside of time
where none of this is even real
he pauses for a while
but since there is no time
no one ever knew how long it was.

  

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 inside an unexpected forest
 he didn't want to remain lost forever
 maybe he needed to wait for all the leaves
 to drop right off of them
 and then he'd see the moonglow, starglow
 through the trees,
 a forever of eternity.
 
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Political and Media Inanity

Truck-u-later

in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

We built our own world here. very few people come here.

April 29, 2019


Tell us
how
you really feel

a running headline:

Trump continues to win bigly!

why is philadelphia calling
all the failure, all the pain
the people who were better forgotten
and I don't remember their names?

what reason to reach for a memory
something imagined and soon gone?
to linger in the sad facts of that decay
that went on for far too long (lawn?)

what reason to save a file
in which it would be stored a poem?
knowing that no one will read it
when they find you at home alone?

蠱 work on what has been spoiled

A new year and I'm still stuck in an antique and hunkered in mindset, not believeing in the so-called job markets, and feeling off-to-the-side. No matter. I'm surviving.

January 17, 2019

I speak
but there is no one there.
I know that there is no one there.
I'm not really talking to myself
but I know that I'm not talking to anybody else.

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   the        the        the
   Lord       Lord       Lord
  for his    for his    for his
 unfailing  unfailing  unfailing
   love!      love!      love!



  well, little else now.