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Lost sustainment in emotional engagement. Emotional unpredictability of psychic emptiness when truth hurts enough. With erased awareness. Losing false connection is not loss at all, only unattainable. A turning point that never comes.

What changes now is not them, it's you. Grieve the fantasy. Soft interchange. The unexpected becomes clear. Stop bending reality to preserve the connection. The threshold of clarity. Losing access to presence. Willingness and emotional energy to engage. Existence beyond reach.

You no longer orbit, this is the consequence. No escape clearly. An angry whole not broken, not finished. Win from the clarity. Learn choosing, carry that forward. Reconnect from the erasure. Control no longer has a place to land. And that is how the story ends.

Maybe you felt what you don't have words for. What you experienced was real. What you felt mattered. Strength stand-still. Need from the pattern. Move forward. Carry with you. Yours. Stay with it. Dynamics. Kaleidoscope gains. Remembered versions. Yourself.
 
It's five o'clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you were going to bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there
Until I heard you come up the stairs
And I pretended that I was sleeping
And I was hoping you would creep in with me
Put your arm around my shoulder
And it was as if the room got colder
When we moved closer in together
Started talking about the weather
You said tomorrow would be fun
And we could watch A Place in the Sun
I didn't know where this was going
When you kissed me


Are you mine? Are you mine?
'Cause I'll stay here all the time
Watching telly, drinking wine
Who'd have known? Who'd have known?
When you flash up on my phone
I no longer feel alone, no longer feel alone


I haven't left you for days now
And I'm becoming amazed how
You're quite affectionate in public
In fact your friend said it made her feel sick
And even though it's moving forward
There's just the right amount of awkward
And today you accidentally called me "baby"


Are you mine? Are you mine?
'Cause I'll stay here all the time
Watching telly, drinking wine
Who'd have known? Who'd have known?
When you flash up on my phone
I no longer feel alone
Let's just stay, let's just stay
I wanna lie in bed all day
We'll be laughing all the way
You told your friends, they all know
We exist but we're taking it slow
Let's just see how it goes
Let's see how it goes


Are you mine? Are you mine?
'Cause I'll stay here all the time
Watching telly, drinking wine
Who'd have known? Who'd have known?
When you flash up on my phone
I no longer feel alone
Let's just stay, let's just stay
I wanna lie in bed all day
We'll be laughing all the way
You told your friends, they all know
We exist but we're taking it slow
Now let's just see how it goes
Let's see how it goes
 
That first interview is the most critical.



---- some crime stories.
 
Unbreak my Heart Unshart my Fart


Something just ain't sitting right
I should have just called it a night
Instead of crop-dusting the place
With my funky booty stink
Thought it was fine
I gave it time
To whaft the smell away
Then I let one rip that got me real messy

Unshart my fart
Make my drawers clean again
Undo this stench
From my trench
That I tried to keep clenched
All up in my hole
My flatulency
Is mixed with wet feces
Unshart my fart
My fart

Toilet paper won't suffice
I need a bidet in my life
Pass me some towels
'Cause my bowels
Can't be trusted not to leak
My gassy ass
Events so fast
From farts to something worse
There's something dark
And skid-marked
In my undies

Unshart my fart
Make my drawers clean again
Undo this stench
From my trench
That I tried to keep clenched
All up in my hole
My flatulency
Is mixed with wet feces
Unshart my fart
My fart

Swamp-assed and squishy as hell
Plus there's a rotten egg smell
Uh-oh, I think that it's dripping down my leg

Unshart my fart
Make my drawers clean again
Undo this stench
From my trench
That I tried to keep clenched
All up in my hole
My flatulency
Is mixed with wet kinda chunks, soaked in feces
Unshart my -
Unshart my fart, oh, maybe
Chipotle guts gone crazy
Unshart my fart
What the fuck?
I don't even remember eating corn
I'm talkin' 'bout corn
Sweetcorn
I ate some corn, like last week
It's still in my intestines
I'm never eating chilli
I don't even remember eating corn
 
Always carry a knife with you.
Just in case there's cheesecake,
or you need to stab someone
in the throat.

--- rtfu ;);)
 
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"The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits." -Albert Einstein





"I am not what happened to me. I am what I choose to become." ~Carl Jung





"be careful arguing with a fool. Onlookers may not be able to tell the difference." -Mark Twain




"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."
----- author Rita Mae Brown.
 
"Just disagreeing with people isn't an argument!" "Yes it is!"




"You can silence fifty scholars with a single fact. But you can't silence a single idiot with fifty facts." " plus more."
 
This old poem by William Butler Yeats, anno 1919, is one of my absolute favorites, really powerful stuff:

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
 
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