THE WRITER'S RUSH
6/20/2025 gimme, gimme, gimme
(a countercurse) Con/Jur/d, 6/20/2025 We dropped out of participation when he said This is where he’s HURT, as if we didn’t know, and its flattering when a mosquito or a leach attaches, sucks blood, including YOU in their circle of survival YES, we know the self is a story more than most, but it's our story to live, give and receive as we see fit THE ONLY possession and right guaranteed by birth, and WE wish WE could convince you WE were a product of your latest psychotic break, WE merely a ripple in the wet mirror of your self LOVE WE remember to grab a handful of garlic and sunlight, the ancestor of MIRRORS VULTURE WOMAN, the protector of 5 senses, 5 boundaries, 5 wealths, 5 worlds and 5 (secrets) OSHUN the goddess LOVE and money taught us she doesn’t LOVE the mirror, but hates the imperfection. so WE don’t call YOU. our STALKER, anymore too much responsibility for your self flagellating CIRCLE jerk, nor consider our lack of HATE to be in opposition to, or reference to LOVE, a confusion of animal politeness, with transcendence, the UNIVERSAL compassion, of our BIRTHRIGHT. WE were gratified you found something TRUE, in OUR ugly letters, our GRAFFITIED philosophy NOW, after we blamed OUR-selves for revealing hidden truths, slowed our roll, displayed pictures of BEE hives, in lieu of honey, WE have realized THE GODDESS can be demanding, when WE fail to show HER LOVE (5 by 5) and WE owe honey at the river, a pumpkin pie and 5 GOLD coins, to get YOU OUT of OUR lives once and for the rest: no money, letters of recommendation no communication, split subscriptions no meetings (real or imagined) use someone else's words, someone else's form to preen your feathers TO PECK AT your reflection, finally SMASH your mirror, realize how shallow, delicate thin your delusions and leave US the FUCK ALONE
Lament THE LIE Con/Jur/d, 6/20/2025 All week we tried to write this everytime we did, a piece of us was KNOCKED off, a HOLE appeared in THE LIGHT the naive once called god, which Ifyou’re HONEST reallyreallyhonest MORE thanyou’ve everbeenbefore it is our unmet selves THE SELF (HIDES in its frictionless WAKE) who are having their lives taken by economic scientists, those KAYFABE FABULISTS intent on preserving THEIR SAD-SELVES thru accumulation (psst no matter how much you make, you’ll never be a ‘real’ boy, or be KING on MASLOW’S HILL) or the language despoilers, the MONOTHEIST MANIACS locked in a linguistic simulation, a wordcage of mangled children, buried bodies CORPSES CORPSES EVERYWHERE! UNSEEN, SCREAMS, UNHEARD (mistranslation doesn’t just give you gas IT DESTROYS WHOLE WORLDS) We’re all so afraid, WE NEED TO GRIEVE THE LOSS of an imagined future, A MORE OF THE SAME We need to lament THE LIES that brought us HERE and INSTEAD of trying to revive them bury in afore mentioned HOLE GIVE THEM LIGHT as they say: THE BRIGHTER THE LIGHT the (DARKER) the shadow, ------- shadow.
MUCH LOVE,
Con/Jur/d, 6/20/2025