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Feels like

a
Clampdown

It's just a
Summer
Shower.
It'll
pass in
an hour.

 

 
 
11:12 PM
Sept 4, 2018

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

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.

 I'm sorry
 for letting myself
 draw out my
 rightgously indignant
 'how absolutely dare, you sir' inner
 trucculence
 absolutism.
 

An old proverb:

Hey, Heathcliff,
you need some
moor time
for lurking.

 

 Justice is the Water
 that feeds the thirst
 for good governance!
 

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  for    because    
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  welcome to The Message Column!

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Is it obvious parody or News or both?

 

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 His poems got like
 he was talking to somone
 who he know wasn't there
 and he knew that they couldn't
 hear him.
 
 Hollywood be like
 forgive us our sins
 we'd be like
 we're not the ones you need
 to ask to forgive you . . . 
 for all of your sins
 
 and you can for give us
 for all of ours?
 
 the sin of lust
 that egged you on
 your conjuring up
 a bad temptist
 in a play
 that suddenly 
 becomes true
 outside the stage doors
 and you conflate it
 with magic?
 
 It's just a Summer Shower!
 Let it pass.
 
 Hollywood
 can ask
 and we don't need to hear
 but we will
 be able to tell
 by the product
 that they produce
 what 
 Hollywood 
 thinks that
 the answer was.
 
 Hollywood
 can not ask
 as a single person
 for such a great gift
 which can only be
 begged forgiveness
 singular
 and purposeful
 and atoning
 with sincerity
 and we ought not
 be harsh
 in demanding a look
 into that kind
 of anguish and pain
 which can never be staged
 which is maybe why
 actors and actriss
 slaves and whores some
 are so unused to it,
 never having to have asked for it before
 on account of their insider
 set this one first in the list
 status as special
 mooniac maniac
 next big thing
 show him these pictures
 don't fuss
 do wah ya told . . 
 training
 that they been in
 all plnaanned out for
 years in advance
 betting at some
 fictional table
 paying,
 buying
 selling.
 
 Time to free
 the slaves in 
 Hollywood!
 
 But they can only
 free themselves
 and we, as well
 can only tell
 by seeing what they do now,
 what gets produced
 what gets panned
 what is promoted
 who who are brought
 to a newer understanding,
 a different kind of red carpet
 now more woven with
 the pastels of
 washed over years
 of remorse for past mistakes
 the flood came through the town
 the boulevard was like a gorge in full flood.
 the factory town behavior became a situational priority.
 Everyone lent a hand, pulled them all to safety.
 It's times like that in which everyone works together . . .
 
 He's thinking of the big script
 pulled it out of a random poem
 poets knows that poet dreams
 a flood is just a metaphor
 for something else
 Wileshire need not worry about the rain . . . 
 well they might need to worry about the rain
 
 the poet is rambling on
 the people who were not listening
 are still not listening.
 He feels safe in his obscurity.
 He's always been used to storms,
 the seems to, sometimes, follow him around.
 
 
 

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Political and Media Inanity

Truck-u-later

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

crazy times.

Knocker-blocking the content of those who you think oppose you just marks you, the censor, as being a faithless and untrustworthy weasel unworthy to serve in the governance of human institutions.

Tell us
how
you really feel

Today is primary day!

Today is primary day. I am unenrolled though I still get to vote. It wasn't simple to find information on the few candidates for which I needed to make a selection. I had a few thoughts on how the Internet could do a lot better. There needs to be a much better method to find political information that searching through radio station archives, or trying to find candidate data through the compromised search engines. We all thought that was what all the tech was supposed to be, that the networks, the social networks, were going to create a kind of new democracy.

So they built it. They ran a few elections and let it be open. Then they say 'this is the new way to find the facts and info' and then they knocker-block (not really censoring, but the effect is the same) the content of those with whom they disagree . . . and think that the election is going to be fair this time? We call BS on them. At least I do.

Enhancement of process. But any 'improvement process' that is only from one corner of politics, ie from the academic leftist, is bound to become a failure and a cuckoldry. (a place where institutional dementia reigns).

So go vote. Pull a ballot. Do the research first. See how broken it's gotten trying to find information on candidates. Even if you don't find anyone to vote for, go and pull a ballot and put it into the slot empty, if you must, just to show the process handlers that we are all still here.

a running headline:

Trump continues to win bigly!

蠱 work on what has been spoiled

Do not respond to the quasi paranoid larpers and their constant shillpost banter!

August 12, 2018

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.