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4/10/2025 We haven't forgotten about you
Make this world a paradise Con/Jur/d, 4/1/2025 If there was one god instead of many and they were in the habit of issuing commands Besides this gesture of OPEN HAND indicating everything Turned sideways and raised at any attempt at interpretation other than THIS, THIS EVERYTHING it would be MAKE THIS WORLD A PARADISE YOU yes YOU Without priest, landlord, boss or stuffed crowfriend king THIS/THIS WORLD without exception PARADISE.
Modernity Con/Jur/d, 4/2/2025 Sunrise over Reno the Daughter will be 24 this year the yardstick is now almost a quarter Century long, a quarter Moon above the airport seen from our resort room The slot machines no longer take quarters and we saw friends who we've known for 30 years, and talked struggles triumphs, small things how Reno is now, how we compose nostalgic human failings, upon this story of our lives, how now, Vegas has become a synthetic shitty copy of a copy of a copy like the rest of the USA the Frog is at full boil, about to be shredded and slathered in petroleum generated BBQ sauce. The Moon is without judgment on the mistaken phase, the snow peaked Mountains don't care the wealth or the worth of their beholders “Sun Buddha Moon Buddha” replied the Ancestor when asked about his health meaning if long or short this life is always Buddha still, it's hard, as the story gets longer to not see Modernity’s horrors hidden behind the quick quick quick short attention, fast money The Buddha laughs at this morning’s mood a portrait outlined in a failure of ATTENTION!
Dark And Ominous Again Con/Jur/d, 4/3/2025 Drinking coffee in Utah one can tell the culture has no respect for the beans, we don't drive. So the wife has driven us across these hostile land scapes, snow, wind, peaks big, huge, undefeatable. Skies She sees the oncoming storm, says “It's dark and ominous again” and we've been reading these lone. Ly Signs, billboards, from christian fantasists, the ones who never thought He peed, or retched all night due to turned wine. Who forget the human animal prefer the insubstantiality of the letter, the broken promise of the word, to the solid sweaty. Hug We're sympathetic, believed we could be saved by the edit “It's always dark and ominous, for those unable to see, they are. Light."
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 4/10/2025