


partial 1 point 1 There seems to be no great poetry about getting ready, on having faith enough, the sun will rise tomorrow the egg will cook as expected, you will last longer than meaningless work
Not where you live 1.2 Double negatives do not negate the no no, you do not live, in a house with walls wearing a bone helmet, a crenulation protecting a constellated light, nor is the essential you solely a myelopoiesis marrow habitation, flesh and fascia hanging from a god constructed frame
Anatomy of a Curse: Part 1.3 the real/real hit us, the undertone of an institutional urinal cake the hangover, aided in its malfeasance, by a relatively modest number of now forgotten chemicals, in order to be on the bus, to get vagabonding, using the excuse of tasting a more radical school one accommodating freaks in the raw, molding them to be future threats -- probably good in retrospect, we were unable to make living and working on the Puget Sound workable -- surrounded by a mostly working class humanity before the embryonic ChristoFascisism had burrowed fully into the American psyche permeating everything with its sulfurous taint, the gaseous warning signs of trauma infected and seeping before the prosperity placebo had been seized and improved to not only treat the symptoms but to hide the infected seepage at its core We were talking of the real/real, not these fantasies thrust upon us, the coming to welcomed by sweat imprinted cloth and fabric bus seats with legroom a copy of On the Road sitting in the empty seat halfway in a cornfield remaining at that mid point for several 100 miles more Realizing our folks our friends, the cohort as a whole, expected us to die, soon, indoctrinated by a sober society SOBER


Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 6/29/2024