How to Spot Shitlib Democrats (see note below): by juniusrapture, literature
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How to Spot Shitlib Democrats (see note below):
(1) far more interested in helping someone on the other side of the world than someone right around the corner from where he/she lives i.e. compassion at a remove............ (2) put up a "Black Lives Matter" sign to protect their property in the event of looting/vandalism...... (3) Free speech is fine unless he/she disagrees with the speaker........ (4) Trump/Putin= Evil/Anti-Christ, but war criminals such as Bush, Obama, Hillary, Biden, Pelosi are just alright............. (5) identity politics supersedes economic justice......... (6) green on the surface while still driving a car around incessantly......... (7) think anyone interviewed on FOX News must be evil............ (8) think anyone who voted for Trump even once is still "deplorable"...... (9) no conception of why anyone voted for Trump even once...........
(1) The original and creative person needs as little to "do" as possible so that the Real Work can be UNdone and DOWNloaded since in a sense it already exists and simply requires Revelation Methods on the Part of the Artist........ (2) Rituals may be required for optimum performance. (3) There is no such thing as an artist's/writers block; rather, lapses most likely mean that one must do something else for awhile, or even permanently in some cases. (4) Substances can be beneficial up to a point, and if I were to recommend three they would be Salvia Divinorum, coffee and, in accord with Philip K. Dick, strong doses of time-released, water-soluble vitamins best taken with a meal about 12 hours before one's best creating time. (5) An artist brings Order, however disordered the work might appear, out of Chaos, and with the full awareness that ultimately, in some as yet unknowable way, shape or form, it will return to Chaos and the whole process will, rather than repeat, Evolve as a
third try (see note below) by juniusrapture, literature
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third try (see note below)
fried me up a mess o' cat fish for my dinner last night and O my God did it hit the spot I'm not kidding you I just sat there di- gressing ever so slowly and got out my book the good one about Vic- toria and those Crazy Days way back then when the men were lending credence to Neptune's new and unexpected rule where- in the cost of doing business as usual be- gan to be seen as a threat to the Wet Nurse we all need to suck from for Fraternal Sustenance to enter in en- meshed with Sisters of Merry Web De- lightful foot- wear tapping out a pulse the over pampered few just never seem to get it was once in their grasp but they lost it so long ago and left it for the rest of us to not only bleed for but to dance to as well in forests where the nights are long but the FIRE NEVER DIES.........
The Salvia Chronicles 4 by juniusrapture, literature
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The Salvia Chronicles 4
(The following was written at a cafe in San Francisco exactly one week after the experiences with Salvia Divinorum described in "The Salvia Chronicles" 1-3 on this site.) 7/23/2010 Royal Ground Cafe @ 17th Avenue and Geary Boulevard in San Francisco Not doing too well right now, but at last the counter girl who served up my latte was friendly...... write or go insane write and ride the train: smooth ball motion on white sheet paper- calm ocean-- playing a song: always seems like 70's, early 80's-- decades of innocence, of youth, Vietnam over-- Reagan and Baby Boom consumers looming, but not yet kicked in to the point of Full Mountain Goathood, to the scale where it was taken for granted, as were coming wars perhaps more futile than those that came before..... and about which no protests, however large, vocal, widespread and persevering could make a dent this time............ For by 2001 the whole misbegotten thing was on the verge of turning into the first Invincible Empire
Sad Poem (Written on a Monday) by RussianTim, literature
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Sad Poem (Written on a Monday)
Inside our house, surrounded
by plants, that soft light—
the weakest shade
of gray and waiting
to turn it all yellow.
I have slept and slept
for days now,
unfolding into small
moments, only to see you
orbiting our mattress,
waiting for some type of
human reaction, any
kind of movement.
I need a haircut.
I need to shave and go
to work and forget these
days of no control
where I’m a child again,
reeling and afraid that it
will always be this way,
that I will always be in my room,
alone until someone calls me down
for supper, and then a bath,
some prime time television,
and straight to bed.
I am locked outside of something
Naida's blood colored her hands crimson as she pressed them against the wound. Time seemed to have slowed and she was painstakingly aware of just how much blood that was actually washing over her hands.
Blackwall had taken it upon himself to ride back to the Crossroads and fetch a healer, mostly because he was the only one who actually could ride. But he had been gone for what felt like hours and Ellana started to worry that he wouldn't make it.
Bull was standing guard, which was probably a good idea. Most people thought twice about attacking a Qunari in full body armor and who was armed to the teeth. He had taken it upon himself so
Every person you meet has so much more depth than you perceive.
You see it as it is, to you.
You could be so much with every person you come across.
Yet, you choose who is who, what is what, and where is where.
You make your life, according to your decisions.
We have to unite, not compete.
Their beauty does not detract from your own.
You are them. We are one.
The media spotlights differences in a sea of similarities.
We’re focused on the violence.
Too crazy to see the peace calming its way through the storm of repression.
Too distracted to understand what we’re fighting for –– are already rights. We’re ju