Tag: masking
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See You Next Wednesday Addams Rib: A Day Late & A Dollar Short
I Am: A Play On Words I am a play on wordsIamb, a play on wordsNo rhyme or reason for rhythm to seize the cadenceBefore it fades into backgroundCosmic radiation and sonic swoon…How many angels were pierced by the head of this pen?Bleeding ink whenever I think toArticulate, gesticulate at the black skyA finger pointing…
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Taleyew Mist (You Talk Too Much)
I’ll never heal because I feel everything. It’s all a mess, but I confess — this is my nest.
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Tommy’s Shadow
You have a way with people, Tommy. You are thoughtful and caring. People see that. I’m proud of you. You do it naturally. He thinks I do this naturally?
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The Hero’s Journey: An American Standard
“He asked me to reach out to you. He said you would know what to do.”
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A New Universe To Weave
0850 — at some point I stopped being purely me and became someone I thought more acceptable to society. I picked up an attitude here, an affect there, a shield, a weapon… a patchwork of energy fields obscuring, creating, destroying… The most “me” threaded within & without the whole fucking thing. My midlife trick is…
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Forging the Strohax
The alchemy of the linguistic stim. I once read a piece by Grant Morrison on Chaos Magick and creating a sigil. Morrison is a modern-day shaman, a psychonautic genius who channels profound truths into the two-dimensional universe of the graphic novel. I read his piece as part of a compendium by a group called Disinformation.…
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The Sin Eater
That poor little sin eater in a darkened room fed artificial light and filtered half-truths and lies he gets to eat the broken fragmented shredded bits of strategically weaponized semantic psycho subliminal Sub-liminal he eats in the liminal space feeding and digesting so you don’t have to taste the indigestion.
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The Pearl In The Oyster (An Itch In My Ear)
The speaker wakes up on a Saturday morning, feeling restless and seeking solace in noise-cancelling headphones. As they immerse themselves in music, the headphones create a cocoon that isolates them from the outside world, allowing them to experience a harmonious blend of inner and outer rhythms.
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Phoenix is Burning
I am getting over a lifelong case of imposter syndrome. I am trying out my new Tesla pen. Nikola, that is. I felt like I had to prove to everyone I was who I was. Sometimes you have to burn the phoenix to breathe the ashes and build it again. But that’s just wishful thinkin’…
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I Get It Now
I get it now. I get it now. I used to have such a difficult time managing my time. Executive dysfunction you might call it. And I was hellbent against scheduling my free time. That’s free time. Not part of somebody’s schedule. But I whiled it away. Time drifted and strolled while I puttered and…