Today’s dispatch includes a contribution from new author Maung Pyae, whose attribution is P, below, collaborating with Marshall (M) on “Mysterious Pines.” Another guest author is a former student at Heuristic Halo, Marshall’s school in Mandalay, who goes by Eric (E) in collaboration with Marshall on the poem which begins ‘Cold shower bleak weather blizzard. . .’
Language is like a conquest of information.
NeverAttemptShitYouNeverTried and DareDevilMotherfuckinDickhead watched a documentary named HowToSuckBallsLickPubicHairStubs&SellBullshitOnline and have a brainstorm section afterwards and come up with an innovative idea named “ButtStuckInFrontOfDeviceAndFartAerodynamicProducts.” They then asked FamousPlushYoutuber called BallJuiceSipSickPrick for feedback on their idea and the CelebratedBallsyYoutuber said: Don’t go out and get you ass dry or you’ll waste shit to sell.
M.
On Speaking with my Buddy Marshall after the Video-phone
A laugh can settle the
disturbances of bygone years
Shaking up joy from the belly,
my old friend;
Overhead the hum of war-crafts,
the gasoline scent of mown grass,
the stillness of centuries-long enforced
domination;
Though I still have my laugh with you
and my soul is settled,—
The hopefulness of being humans
who do not sacrifice truth,
even when the weight of corruption is
heaving its great mass,
smooshing like a glorious wildflower
the People’s Head,
Smashing the people down,
robbing the soul of its humanity;—
No, for a moment we laugh,
but do not forget our duties to future generations;
Our soul-words like a banner,
our laughs like a weapon
which we shall wield in vigorous honor
to the end of Incarnations.
A.
JollyGiraffeBond, GenerousCatSally and FabulousChimpJenny talked about how to fish in a pond and MightyBruteAlligator suggested them to go deeper into the water.
PurchasedTwistedMedia shouts in the sea afloat when it sees SlyFoxPickBucksBags on a nearby island and asks for help. All of a sudden Kim’sTestedNuke just annihilates both including the island.
M.
Mysterious Pines
Faint flight voice up high the night when insects delight: dark yet bright, plain sight— blithe
Night light bring the life into being, feeling the dull side of life
Lulled by nature, walked I onto the grass scattered with leaves and gazed up: misty, moonlit sky of foggy texture
Fulfill the mind with light ciggies, seating on the cozy iron, musing the peaceful gift underneath velvet sheet
Kites of streamed thoughts drifted with the humid breeze yet wondered the beast beneath the tree smokin’, see nothin’ but life’s miraculous blessed beings sounding obscure in the vicinity of stark dark illuminated by yellow bulbs
Track through the windows of eyes: haul the deep thread of sophisticated minds, found the descend of painful asphyxiated lines.
Brine contemplation sought outta timed compilation— fine revelation seeps into the ears of kind personification under the pines’ chilled decor. . . behind hill hectares. . bind ill scepter. A fine spilled factor made of ancient lacquer. . . bittersweet nectar.
M & P
FakeNewsMedia and FuckedUpInternet talked to MindlessProleDumbShitsPublic about how the world should be and everybody went nuts.
PervertedGoatInBeachPants asks BeautifulSheepInSwimsuit while they’re relaxing at the beach, “How do you choose a sexy bikini?” and she reply, “Why don’t you Go Ogle it?”
M.
Garbging Trhgi
Search birth certificates online at
the mark with blue “f”
Sagged lives with brag rights pass
gas of sad pike swinging rich flat
plight on websites
Everyone’s on a heist for attention
Anxiety rises the web delighted
Beg the kite of hope for an
optimistic dive
Yet it hit the little high tree
destroying the home of bees
Hive lost
Yet the resilient insects still find
ways not halt :::::::: the narcissistic
show, not stop.
M.
Cold shower bleak weather blizzard
Discarded dreams still stream at heart
Fire of youth is all but ash
Yet from the cinder lies change
Fame clouded while young, life’s blurry
Flame youthfulness built families named
uncertainties
Youthfulness paved way for rushness
Dreams built upon emotions, heard only void
Sight not in void, dive lost in divide
Kites fought in flights yet slight thoughts in
might
of a young child’s mind in delight
With every fights reward a scar
Each scars disclose signs aiming for the
stars
so very close, yet so far away
Bay and the ocean touch yet there’s a
shoreline
Define, “far away,” asked the bay to blue
water from ashore
& the water said, “Ask the ocean floor.”
M & E
Is it evil,
Literature,
in the best
sense of the word;
Aye, when it
resists!
It’s not about immortality
or nothingness
but merely
the will
to carry through
what you can’t
give up on anyways.
Never trust anyone with a profit
motive, I always say!
Yeh the Romantic is simply one
who sees in the Satanic
rebellion against God
the affirmation of the
original sanctity
of Nature.
God is an illusion
of the reality of Power.
See the creation of God
like Ideology
is the accumulation of Power
behind a veil
of secrecy.
The modern World
is shaped by the Philosopher’s
Will; civilization
or the State is the Power
of ideology.
This is the World of the Philosophers
conceived during the Renaissance
like in ancient Egypt,
a creation that echoes
like the Godhead of the future
from our distant
past,—for
Time is a place.
(Suns)
Hierarchies are
the establishment
of systems through time
that preserve a transformation
of space.
Ancient history
as the far distant future
of another race.
Though to separate the human
from inhuman is to make
a hierarchy of life.
Creating shadows to fear
out of a flame
that binds us all the same.
29 March 2021.
A.
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