the closer i stepped
toward actual oblivion
more quickly that i seeped
through cracks cum rivers
enthralled in weightlessness
on a channel of quiet souls
who're going the same way
the means match the reward
the choices that i made
or opposites thereof
arrive at the same outcome
my smile is forced
but not by me
a skull has no lips to close
I'm already stepping into uncomfortable territory.
She used to do the grunt work only. Not anymore.
Contact my avatar for:
Collections, deliveries, bad news
Don't leave without your
emoji
How do you think we've stamped out war?
My hooptie became a car on TV the day
You know what day.
See her not me for appropriate conversation
Tell her what time it is but please ask me
For filling in bullets or text boxes
She can process billions of detoxes
painlessly.
Her secret i believe involves numeration
while i'm more ABC. Submit your evaluations
to my avatar.
What if the only way you could have me
directly would be
in your arms?
by Donna
This time, Missy had not wandered in absent-minded reflection to end up at the cement railing around the back gardens overlooking the sea and the sunsets. She had deliberately sought it out. However, she did not form this plan into language, even in her mind only, because she knew that he was, in many ways, all-knowing.
"Talking to yourself again?" answered Mike, not-coincidentally happening to be coming back again, back up the path from the sparkling meditation pool, wet and naked.
"Of course not." Missy could shoot back with earnest pique.
"Oh, I didn't mean to..."
"I speak to Mthyuh, of course, and the Hearing Deities, to my blood soaring high above, and to all the listeners and those who listen in The Known Crack and beyond.
"Lavajraja."
"Vajraja."
Wehma Innuhneh
[The contents of this post have been abruptly and censoriously removed by the MPS.]
"But I want to acknowledge now, to myself and to la Mthyuh, that the choices I've made were bad, but not mistaken. My actions are mine and they are deliberate, not inadvertent, careless, reactive, manic, depressive, involuntary, sleep walking or flying, not prompted by hunger, thirst, lust, or...
"Wait. Yes, today, my actions were prompted by hunger, thirst, lust, mean spiritedness, irritability, and also a strong sense of justice along with the attitude, however realistic, that I've nothing to lose."
"More like no one." It was Mike, coming up the path from the pool. He grabbed a length of passionflower vine from the wall of the estate to wrap around his naked waist because he was a good and honorable man.
"I didn't know—I..." pantomimed Missy, freshly manicured, in a startle pose.
"I have enough K blood in me to speak with my mind only," explained Mike with his mind only.
"There's a really lot that you've got, isn't there?" Missy let herself blurt out.
Care for your medical emergencies will be administered as follows:
Humilderies (non-wound related, unless surgical, viral or bacterial infections, all mental health gripes, transplants, mysteries): Report to your district's clinic-cantina or the centre indicated on your W.A.S.T.E. papers. We have regular drugs as well as a full complement of palliative applications and potions to help get you through this humiliating loss of control over your own health and back to living and working responsibly.
Miracles & blessings: Please report to Central Shiv Joint, MPS Village. We'll do our best to process your miracle or blessing with the respect and reverence for which you've been chosen. Our services can include (in return for registering your miracle or blessing with MPS Ministries): scar preservation and wound color retention, healing-in-place procedures to help you retain and leverage all received limb and/or spine morphoses permanently and in accordance with lavajraja (say "vajraja" here), prosthetic K5000 signals that can also help you retain mobility, retrieval (if granted by predator) and pickling of lost body fragments through certified MPS processes and authority, and discounts at any MPS pilgrim's hut or hunter's burrow, as available, for all future miracles and blessings alms tours you may find yourself up to embarking upon for a holy and prosperous career toward La Mthyuh. If you are blessed with any future events such as a targeted beach dump or punishing splash at Fire Shore, we will provide all required apostilles and transmittals free of additional charge.
a generous bloke next to me
a jar of valium for free
non-stop kicking on the
screen, etc.
my own knee could barely
fit between my ass and the
seat back in front of me
and my high-ass wood-
block heels, and so on
because it was my city
and as a child there were these
shields around me, e.g.
being on a ledge that was privy
as in likely emergency
by Reptily
Not even as it tracks and adjusts the movements of your limbs and spine?
Those are behaviors I'd never elect to manage even if I had the choice. Braino is vastly more powerful wherever the K5000 can underwrite some of the grunt work.
Know and name thine enemy, dear friend. Even if you'll have nothing to do with lavajraja.
Vajraja.
I know that you can say it and that you feel good saying and having said it lavajraja.
Vajraja.
Ok I better sign off. You caught me at a very late point in my life this time. Talk to your minister of technology, but I'd scope it for early to mid adulthood. They're burying me tomorrow, man.
Oh, so sorry. For your loss?
No, you're sorry about interrupting me when I'm trying to die.
Ok. I do feel bad about that. Damn connection. Next week we'll find a much spiffier moment for the both of us.
Take care, Jan.
You as well, Dr. Thong.
[Add dialog Clip #] As I stand here on this steaming heap of rubble, all that's left of my family's vittles emporium, all that's left, perhaps, of some members of my family, I wonder how a man can speak still and bear the weight of this horror!
Indeed I wonder how a man can speak and why, apart from doggedly following ancient traditions, we must also submit to the murdering beasts that darken these skies! But I do not require light to see the MPS's treachery!
Why indeed do we have the gift of speech, unlike those dead just yards below my feet? May we speak so as not to kill or kill when they do not hear us speak! [create image: Jansdaad's fists clenching his bloody tunic]
[Add dialog Clip #] Jan Jansdaad, what can we do now. What is our response? [create image: turban-headed figure in crowd holding both arms high in the air]
[Add dialog Clip #] I chuck my dead into La Mthyuh. I beg that she eat me next. And next, all of you. And then we must destroy the K-5000! [create image: crowd of dusty and injured Jantownsmen shaking fists and shouting or falling to their knees and tearing at their hair; BKGRD: skies obscured by three colossal Ks drizzling rain-like urine] Destroy the K-5000! Destroy the K-5000!
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