English Prime Con/Jur/d, written before coffee or November's weak watery light, sometime last week Even native’s cannot speak ESL English-Prime as a second language autocorrect, the grammar catcher, which was meant to catch our dyslexic THERE, THEIR, THE AIR now tuts like your outsourced corporate boss over our shoulder suggesting stronger language more clarity, less uncertainty NO pidgin, NO creole ab-so-fu-ck-ing NO spainglish (without deportation) we need to be an effective representative of the empire a better mandarin, you’re dialect robbed of SOUL BORG as bureaucrat not for a better life, a better culture more equitable breath, for the betterment of a few, fewer, certainly not you, the involuntary inheritor of empire’s dregs second hand smoke from Hyper Daddy’s FAT ASS JOINT.
The Pursuit of Truth in the Public Domain
Con/Jur/d, 11/??/25 –11/24/2025
While it is true
this is far more addictive
than the scraps you’ve
left us, and the moral
science you call addiction
you wield like a cudgel
more of a bossing mallet
in truth, recovery being the
socially acceptable HERO’S
JOURNEY left to the hoi-
polloi, and even the identification
of this journey, like the invention
of the unconscious, isn’t true
rather, a deeper excavation
of the MYSTERY, revealing
something fundamental
which quickly becomes the
catalog description: CEREMONIAL
PIPE WITH ALKALOID RESIDUE
the pursuit of truth traded
for funding, and
we know this is unfair
but an ex smoker knows
more about the lies we tell
ourselves, than the habituated
clean and sober illusionist
could ever dream of, deluded
by the tricked out scales
of blind JUDGMENT
we make decisions based on rigged
mass, consider the truthiness
of ADDICTION vs. HABIT
the superstitious old scientists
tale of chemical imbalances, rather
than cultural connivances of disembodied
worth, illusions of merit, and ever
receding truth, whose chase
has been copy written, patented
removed from the public domain.I’ll COUNT FOR YOU — CHAT GPT
The essential step when dealing
with the Oligarchy's plans for your
future: A PARABLE
You and Aṅgulimāla
STOP!
The Buddha said to Aṅgulimāla
this means you said it to
everyone you know said it
and the 10’000 things implied
it
But first Aṅgulimāla
wanted to know,
why this Prince
was unafraid. Why he didn’t
run like Jamie Lee, freeze like
the sleep away campers, scream
like sorority girls. At the sight
of his finger necklace, his hat of ears
he made a too much face and walked
away, slowly
Aṅgulimāla, stunned, took a moment
to give chase, he couldn’t be found
the Monster of Bandits, the Eater
of Children called out
HIDING ARE WE?
The Buddha, sitting quietly
at the base of a tree, right
there, where he called out:
NO. JUST RESTING
AHHYE! why don’t you run?
why do you refuse to be prey?
There is nothing to plan
nothing to do, no one to be
nothing to become
IT IS EASIER FOR A COLLECTOR
OF FINGERS, TONGUES?(glancing at Aṅgulimāla’s
vest)
UGH
Buddha waggles
a finger, nails painted
in a woman’s style)
TO REACH MARS THAN FOR
A RICH MAN TO BE HAPPY
WHAT?
SORRY, says Siddhartha, glancing
at the temporal camera - I’M OFTEN
MISQUOTED AND MISTRANSLATED
AT LEAST I’M NOT THE DESERT
ONE THIS TIME, he gets up
starts walking
STOP! yells Aṅgulimāla
I DID -- YOU ARE THE ONE
WHO HASN’T STOPPED
AND
Aṅgulimāla stopped
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 11/24/2025
Marvellous. I've found the Anna v Hausswolf album tricky: the music is wonderful but her singing voice, I'm sorry, is like a very bad Eartha Kitt pastiche. Skip. Skip. None of her earlier albums were like this. Her sister has a voice though and the better tracks towards the end of the album reminds me of Cocteau twins