you made it Con/Jur/d, 5/17/2026 you made it, finally after rebirth, and rebirth, and rebirth you stumbled in, did the work embraced the truth, became the it dropped the id, because you’re fundamental . without you this story, this world doesn't happen GET IT? you're special, your god, your gender your finances, your country, your family, your ancestors, are building blocks for this perfect, this ultimate you; you had the correct addictions you had the right amount of suffering to forge, not break, this carefully crafted now, all you went through all you did, YOU deserve this this NOW closer to death than the now before you understood that you yes, YOU made it now that you did what will you do with this precious, singular, IT?
taking the plums and watching as little Con/Jur/d after malapropism -- ai involuntarily edited text about an anime She doesn't like plums and says she's would never study Zen, because she doesn't like those people “To me he's just some guy” helped, we're sure our smart watch will punish us for not sleeping last night we've been here before the all consuming fear, the preemptive kundalini strike we called it when we took this shit personally the AI empowered autocorrect is deranging our senses, as if the nature of air has changed and all our voices are heliumnated riSING in pitch, making the undertones unintelligible, he just makes up words? doneEE? put an - other way, our communication is curdled both the reader and the writer are hallucinating, this is a given for our understanding of . SENDERS/RECEIVERS now our mediums are hallucinating scientists hire marketers, advertisers staticians, algorithms, to prove the hypothesis IS FOR profit as little and we receive and in turn send FOR: shits and giggles, as little as babes agape at the chained and bound MYSTERY . the greatest trick the monotheists ever pulled is to convince us ONE GOD, could be tiedup to all y’all, made to serve your ambitions, on this spinning unripe, unplucked, tiny plum of a planet, on the unfathomably large cosmic tree, convinced our cruelty matters tried to send this via text the next morning after launching early FILLED WITH ANXIOUS reviewed the hallucinating medium through which it passed had altered the message to read: “Cool, so we’re taking the plums and watching as little”
after thoughts like trails, stochastic strobing ill defined edges . harder to see the hallucination, years later still regret a time, but they are long/long . GONE . GONE lost in past puddles when your life know sweeps/sweeps . against THE SHORE
they say Con/Jur/d, ??/??/???? they say to become a poet you should read many/many . poems everyday, and we believe these poems should be, good, not . GREAT great poems, can lay you low for a lifetime . we still dream . of white . chickens beside the road, where the BIG car barrels along John screaming look out where yr going . we say to read the truly great poetry of you, sure sure, imitate, it’s a muscle after all, a generative organ needing exercise, and borrow (steal from other poets . real ones know we . own not a thing) from the monks, learn how to see the 10’000 of yourself for yourself, yes, yes these gods are yours alone the yellow leaf falls just for you, the squirrel and the stranger with the ill trained dog scuttling and shuffling through brown/yellow/red piles . are you too when you can write we can say, this is me this we; this motion this self will move 10’000 and more.
what we've revealed to be true discovering new neurotransmitters theses subcultures of sound we argue, only a chemist could make this! we're not addicted to a chemical as much as a space, when we said we found beer could open the same door once you found the key, you scoffed and sure, the ancestors, the spirits, the family gods traveled over in the drums, hide, hid hidden in the sugar cane, were revealed in the rum, like something being said and yes it does matter whose hands it traveled through to get to you, never badseed anyone, despite the garbage . that refuses to compost
The Americans WE THINK WE ALREADY POSTED THIS but as we change systems/ ride the decay/ things can be confused the brits, he says have been doing this longer they’re used to empire garbage thinking their idea of exploitation is civilization, what we can't abide is the Americans who think they're born individuated, merit is an independent metric, whose . BASE _____________________LINE is slaughterhouse poverty, whose best and brightest confuse cannibalism with avoiding the abattoir, IT STINKS they normalize becoming the ideal: the idyllic idiot capitalist, agog, ideal patriot, the ideal communist, the ideal the bestest fascist the better northstar antifascist, the murderer with style THE IDEAL PSYCHOPATH, mother father, sisterbrother and brothersister and if it's merited PORNSTAR, godfeared on the outside, HOT HOT HOT . (inside) mmmmmmmm the ideal: man and his responses, the ideal womn, the ideal notman, the ideal worker, the ideal owner, the ideal divergent ubermensch, without history, and certainly far, far away from herstory, as long as you follow the hero’s journey, are in recovery are diagnosble, adhere to the spectrum choose the popular statistically significant disease of unknown origin, solely a result of genetics, life style choices, ideal DEATH does not come announced, it comes from a lifetime of poor choices, YOUR responsibility, you could have become the idolized eater of dregs, be THE BEST at what you do, don't waste your potential, become your merit without exception become after a life time of normalization THE BEST PATIENT leave not a ripple, when you go your individual actions, acknowledge and judged by a checklistgod gone, gone
Much love to you all!
Con/Jur/d, 5/18/2026
