MODERNITY IS A SPAM EMAIL

5/9/2025 and we keep falling for it

ANGLES ON THE MORNING — what a glorious start to the day — despite the hour — we wish we hadn’t checked our e-mail

IF WE HAD NEVER LEARNED OF SONIA’S PLIGHT — WE COULD HAVE ENJOYED OUR COFFEE — AND REFLECTED ON ERLAND COOPER’s EXCELLENT PIECE BELOW

AS CLOSE TO THE TRUTH AS WE’LL EVER GET

DESPITE THIS NOT BEING DOXXING SINCE — SONIA HAS INCREASED HER ZEROS AND IS PLANNING ON MOVING TO A CLOSET IN SAN FRANCISCO — THE ADDRESS HAS BEEN SUPPRESSED SINCE SHE IS HEAVILY LEVERAGED AT TRUMP TOWERS ACCORDING TO GOOGLE — AND WE SHOULD TALK TO HER ONLY THROUGH HER NOT A SCAM — BARRISTER

There was a WOMAN
Con/Jur/d, 5/9/2025
There was a woman, who asked
why do you go by the nomenclature
Dr. Con, do you want to be known as 
a “Con Man?” and we’d been together
too many years by then, and some say
and they wouldn’t be entirely wrong, 1
year had been too many, but they
failed, to grasp, despite our, half-assed
efforts, we had not succeeded 

in our ambitions, she to remove herself
from the normative GAZE despite hospitalization
for anorexia, a long term heroin habit, now
reduced to cigarettes and alcohol, after
the CURE failed to stop her heart, leave her
WANDERING in the land of the ANCESTORS

we had failed at a wife and a child, having
disappointed the WIFE and we all thought

                                                       IT BEST

she took the child, and there we were, 2 DRUNKS
who had been pretending too long, this is what
love looked like, one of the first times we had SEX
she had said, YOU can kill me if you want, and NO
we didn’t want to help her try again, DEATH BY 

BOYFRIEND, was not part of this arc, however
the last bit of the SAVIOR complex, was activated
TRANSFORMER like, or DIGIMON like
certain parts of the character-armor, reassembled
(later -- after the nastiness -- she accused us of the most
egregious crimes, bitter on our lack of follow through) 
bound us there, bored with each other’s stories,

we argued like a scam letter, spamming each other
platitudes, buried in drama we forgot, 
                        YOU CAN ONLY BE HAPPY
NOW, not in some mythic future, free of conmen

allthewayupandallthewaydown

although, her liver has collapsed and she has achieved
transcendence on her own, we’ll answer now:

meant to be a joke, taken from an unfinished manuscript
the full name was Doctor Concrescence, after Whitehead’s
concrescence as the coming of GOD, into the universe,

the over LAPPING LAPPING LAPPING waves of
FUTURE/PAST building this, THIS-THIS 

where you are right NOW, subject to the waves of
GRAVITY      LIGHT                         RADIATIONS and

JOY

the DOCTORS of old, the idealized CONFIDENCE
trickster, with pill, scalpel, and manner, committed
repairs upon the levies and rocks impeding these WAVES

joyfully

LAPPING LAPPING LAPPING

at us right now, and never at any other time

let them.

SOMETIMES YOU GOTTA JUST WALK AWAY

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 5/9/2025