I write poetry because it is an extension of my consciousness, I write poetry not because I'm lazy but because it is the best way to describe the brevity of thoughts that assault my mind. Short, controlled, intricately contrived snippets of thought. That is the best way to describe my thought process. Right now, I … Continue reading Why I write poetry →

The Greatest Hoax I am an asshole, a rascal of the worst sort I love myself above all else I forget, I am all else, all else is me my selfish nature gets the best of me time and again. I like to think benevolence is a natural instinct of mine tis not but selfish … Continue reading #400 →

Folly's Wake before me, after me, before you, after you energy permeates all, encompassed in and of itself everything, no vacuum exists. neutrinos, just one of millions no…trillions, no…countless particles invisible to human eye, narcissistic folly is sum of human intellect. wizened ones know they know nothing. life and knowledge, ever growing, ever knowing, less … Continue reading #399 →

Birthday cries out, gasping consciousness marred with nary but wonder pain it's not, announcing life

One, Two, Three..Go Three attractive times three, fourth unknown two strut show, go to counter glances, nice backsides pleated skirts back to work, research, writing working continues third walks toward, behind walking working, working, writing talking with friend or two third walks back to table mind that gap, its nice third is best opinion reigns … Continue reading #397 →

An possible feminist archetype yells, "ALL MY MEN ARE DEAD, THANK GOD!"...goes on discussing in a vociferous but unintelligible voice. I suspend my judgement, more curious than anything. Being disturbed from my self talk and ogling of celebrities with their stunt doubles, I reflect on what I'm doing... interspersed with the random "SHUT UP!" "SHUT … Continue reading Almost closing time… →

Cops and Robbers mirrored surface coffee shop life there she was counter sitting in walks Kyle glance tossed curiosity's wriggle life alive same yet different love sprinkled over authority's bite? or perp speculation? who knows?!? tis known ego aside libido tempered energy was exchanged moment shared laughing, laughing chuckle, chortle facepalm she was cute pigs...

Socially, I hurt...I have never known what it is like to be desired or looked on with genuine sexual admiration. Based on the 20,000 year old sexual paradigm we're living in, I am fodder...a waste of sperm and masculine entity. It hurts, being socially aware as well as a social pariah. Along with facing, or … Continue reading Fuckwit kyle 2017 →

This is the day after celebrating the biological imperative of the female human. A pointless materialistic ritual, engendering all that is truly fucked up about our society.  The nuclear family has been systematically destroyed. We glorify motherhood, which is an amazing thing, but coupled in with that is single motherhood. Single mothers are seen as … Continue reading MGTOW on Mother’s Day  →

Dichotomous Living ignoble nobility, warring peacemakers contradictions in terms, forming existence agreed upon by many, truly chosen by few elite duping masses, though toehold gained crossing the divide, surmounting political hump trump card beginning work, evaporating morass corrupted in time long passed, this nor that, black nor white, red nor blue purple mass encompassing ideal reality … Continue reading #394 →

Dreaming Gone Mad he couldn't explain, his dreams had been few and far between for overly long time, now though... every time slumber comes his mind in creation phase. dreams progressing toward functionality, a commonplace realm shared by few who are often seen mad. lucidity waxes, wanes, is ever present at flick of thought. landscape … Continue reading #393 →

Shop Talk friends, strangers roads interacting book selling, history talking story recaps, brief introduction these times of life mattering more than possession of things, of sense of being of people, of places be here, be now be alive rather than memory or something to come energy present energy alive vibrational resonance felt by all recognized … Continue reading #392 →

My Taffy's Girl that's my dream girl, in dream world of pure imagination where elation is but heartbeat to within reach, motivation unconscious, primal yearnings eons stretched, as it goes time before, time again, ever present now 'tis all there is, now, her be beautiful, be you dream girl      

This whole male microchimerism phenomenon, within females, coupled with the idea of going my own way, tripled with the reality of the lack of true feminine love has led me to some stark realizations. Romantic love does not exist and I want no part of the bullshit facade society portrays as ideal. I fucking hate … Continue reading microchimerism and the feels →