Days without the internet

5/19/2023 Internet iz drugz

I found myself twitching to reach for my phone every time an obscure question came up

No one to digitally connect to other than mosquitos — the picture above represents the 0 positions of the binary, the off of the digital 1/0

What have I been doing since the internet down? As Stephen King said in his excellent book “On Writing,” while withdrawing from cocaine and alcohol — “despite everything I just kept on writing”

Nice to know how habituated we have become to all things WEB

Carrots are Drugs
Con/Jur/d , 5/18/2023

Bugs Bunny demonstrates clearly
carrot is drug, his othering of everyone
as Doc, is classic drug-seeking behavior 
the diagnosed Junky’s wish to score
to rig the system in their flavor, the coded 
dog-whistle “What’s up?” translated for the 
unhip, the square, those who refuse to let their
hare down as “What’ll get me high, Doc? where 
can I get my beta-carotene fix?”

Children, children, children 
— HOW DO WE KEEP THEM SAFE? 
From Drugs, drugs, drugzzzz 
You didn’t know? 
You didn’t Know! 
They are in danger!
They are in danger
They — are — in — danger 

If your  mind wanders or you forget
please refer to the US Oligarch Code, ARTICLE 23
THEY ARE IN DANGER!

Repeat, repeat until you forget the article, forget the context
forget where and who you are and your breeder status 
until all, you know, for certain: 

CHILDREN/CHILDREN/CHILDREN
ARE/ARE IN/IN DANGER/DANGER
FROM/FROM DRUGS/DRUGS/DRUGS

It's not good enough to just repeat rotely
you need to be able to repeat in a round
CHILDREN/CHILDREN/
                  CHILDREN/CHILDREN
                  ARE/CHILDREN
                  CHILDREN/ARE
                  DANGER/IN
                  IN/DANGER
                  FROM/ DRUGS
                  DRUGS/FROM
                  DRUGS/DRUGS

I’m not musical, so if I can do it so can you! Offbeat clappers
awkward dancers! But its more insidious than you think:

Right now, in your child’s forehead, where ‘those’ people put
the third eye is a Schedule 1 drug, nn-DMT, which means
not only the outer children are under threat, but the inner child
is under threat, so you can’t just pay lip service to the danger
You, yes you, must be constantly vigilant

YOUR INNER CHILD IS IN DANGER

How many years has it been since you checked in?
Tested their moral virtues? How long has it been since you
locked them 
down 
there?

with the spiderless cobwebs, the husks of flies, the damp
and the dry rot, and the unopened boxes with all the stuff
from your unlived lives? How long has it been since the door
has been opened? How long has it been since they’ve seen grass
and empty lot fortresses?

How long?
How long?

You must immediately, report the danger, verify the danger
Stay on guard for danger and wait for backup. Do not
I REPEAT, DO NOT

Find the key — it doesn’t turn
Open the door — you can’t it’s swollen shut
Yell through the crack — Hey! Are you OK
in there?

there is no answer
there is no answer

desperate you lay on the floor
the smell of concrete, unwashed rug
rancid memories of meals no one has cooked 
for you in a long, long
time and you hear down below
a stirring, a faint manic melody

A loud CRASH!

Was that a trapdoor swinging open? A wall crumbling?
A painting becoming the landscape it was a poor imitation of?

“O hello,” you say in a long-lost voice
hearing a dangerous crunching reply:

“What’s up Doc? 
Whatchya doing? 
Want a carrot?”

What’s up Doc?

That’s all folks!

Con/Jur/d, 5/19/2023

New friend Sophie — who is a marvelously talented poet — looking at a carrot — her expression plainly saying: “What the heck now Con/Jur/d?”

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