a great innocence Con/Jur/d, June 2026 there's a story of a great innocence imperfect, sure but an ideal we were striving towards, aseptic purity this beacon on the hill where the monsters lived, so you, YOU you, didn't need to, by casting a symbolic vote, by taking that pill, by working for, by being subservient to, by disrupting to maintain this burden doesn't touch you by internalizing the gaze, by becoming THE MORAL SOCIOPATH, flexible and adaptive to this ideal, but never other humans, independent supported by Platonic networks of a separate truth a separate happiness never directly experienced, always just out HERE in a fake utopia, yet, HOPE as the game players game, produces the best striving, while remaining compliant, patriotic to an unachievable shore, and unknown unachievable country, while right here right now, is all that was promised the ungrantable, inalienable rights we return to blamelessness, not by assuaged invented/inverted sin, defined not by neighbor by cohorted stranger, or as cotravelers returning home but by granting politician and priest sovereignty over the only land you own allowing their CEO, and shareholders to which they answer to define the rules of engagement the customs and laws of your COGNITION your place in the great heaving genetic exchange where your HEART your MIND lie embedded creating all perceived gods, galaxies, good and evil where you and THE OTHERS here/now lucky enough to be incarnated what was it like before you were born and the insurmountable wall, the raptures of this false innocence?
islands Con/Jur/d, 6/6/2026 you should provide islands, she said give your readers a break, let them know what the heck is going on, and this might be that, or rather that might be this the breathing, fleshy island that is you if you ain't breathing, you ain't understanding now don’t askabout clock time, it goes IT GOES. meant to learn Hamlet, instead wrote this
THE STORY Con/Jur/d, 5/31/2026 the story this far: we forget ignorance means lies. we and we're always returning, like the time Michael McClure bummed a smoke or the time our brother asked What have they done to you? we've broken so many times, it's why we like Leary, he broke too, again and again and never gave up, look, we agree to disagree, and we've forgotten more truths than conversion will ever allow why we aren't buddhists, thelemites xians, preferring the ones like us who know addiction is always hyperbolic all disease at it's root is a hypochondriac neurosis is the body politic, not that it isn't real, in the sense you mean it, don't you? don't you? if not what are you doing? pretending this. pretending that try to hold on to it, and like the tree frog you held too tight when you were 9 it died. it disappeared, and so will this, ir, ir, irregardless of the linear, directioned story thus far.
YOU are an adaptive field
Much, much love,
Con/Jur/d, 6/6/2026
93 Years OLD (Love is the law) Willie Nelson:
His Junior, Paul McCartney 83: