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Conspiracy radio

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I know who you are, I have known for a bit now. You aren’t going to convince me to convert to Eastern Orthodoxy, I’ve listened to hundreds of hours of Jay Dyer and have been involved with a handful of orthobros and I’m not interested in reliving that period of my life. Sorcery doesn’t work on me, and I’m un-demonically-possessable. You’re not my type, you don’t know my type, and you don’t know anything about me and you never will on that level.

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The grinding gears whir

Grey rusted creaks; wretched, unceasing

In both directions, rotating

You said come run away with me

We’ll join the circus, it’ll be a breeze

You’d look so sexy on a trapeze

They say once we arrive, there’d be no one waiting

Better than wasting, misplaced, unaging

A solo show then; bravo!

The tones change

Ripples dance across his face

I remain arrested

Performing in a parade for a crowd departed

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I'm good homie

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I once found you in an old man draped across the keyboard;

Black tie, dark eyes

A snapshot of time I could call all mine.

A creak:

The wooden planks betray me,

And he would never even guess

That your old shirts lined posthumously on the rack

Like a 60s vinyl anthology

Hang perturbed by waif fingers caressing

Morrison and Barrett.

Lips on your neck, I close my eyes:

A breeze from my old dorm by the sea—

Cool beans—it’s that

evanescent smell of my teens—

I used to page through his book of your memories

While the bed creaked...

Perhaps this is why he’s covered you with a staff sheet.

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Artist unknown.

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Ourboros… the smegma that births itself

On the spectrum

Fissure in rectum

Responsible for all the antisemetism

Institutional correction

Will fix the problems of this nation

Sound resounding

Of an ass pounding

His hips a Booty Warriah’s mounting

Obsessively, the autist is counting

Ejaculation of smegma

Into starving orifices

Bellies filling to the brim

Up fallopian tubes

Another ejaculation into the birthing hole

Explodes out the original orifice

To birth the goo

The goo of Yakub

To be Yakonsoomed by the womb

Morphing incest babies

Are me and you

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one day, you will give the same energy to orthodox christianity that you have the demonic possession of drugs and esotericism;for the bible is not a tool for gematria, but something to be lived. it is not full of half truths like luciferianism - while you stay hungry eating forbidden fruit gnosticism is paganism;the world of rationale caves to the world of faith and belief. There is nothing to know.look to the baphomet, hermes and aphrodite in one. the myth of divine androgyny. the true trinity

Bless up🙏peace, love, and good vibrations111 𓂀

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Allston Apartment, 2024

Top 4 are mine

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Oh well, it seems that we were both fooled By lovely curations of whimsy and wit, all set aflame by a touch of fate But to extrapolate a being? C’mon, we’re less silly Mocking any and all that is noble and illustrious… I have to wonder if all that cynicism is a replacement for what should be a spine? Merely stuffing. Musn’t it be tiring to live life through mockery? Conflating seeking with rationalization; the common contrarian mishap So stay perched upon your stake, cursing the fields you merely overlay; yelling obscenities with ravenous crows That’s all it is and ever will be; cacophony Daring not even to believe the ground is solid beneath your feet But that quilt is the only one of its kind Nothing any set of mortal eyes could surely recreate Let’s get creative; let’s take this face, and plaster it all over the page! Or even more radical; perform as a wretch upon a stage But would you dare getup as a different race? I shall do my part; take a shart on this canvas as an ode to Ukraine—the most original work of art! Oh, but I could not pierce even if I tried… Especially when I see your face, so sublime… And a hypocrite, so am I.

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Ribbons fall from my onion skin And I desperately gather pieces for you… why couldn’t you save some for me?

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The Watchmaker

Tick tock, Follow the rabbit down the block, One day, he’ll capture her pocket-clock, The Watchmaker says she can rewind, Infinite time, finite mind, Ascend the helix, maybe you’ll find, That realm of bliss you left behind.

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Coffeehouse Slam 2k17

(Please provide snaps, when I get famous I’ll remember who didn’t) I had my first existential crisis when I realized Harry Styles was too old for me, And I remembered the time my 5th grade math teacher, Took away my necklace during the exam, Because it was “too distracting,” And my mom stormed up the stairs to yell at him until he placated her, Though really, math was just so hard, All those numbers, stark on that page, Speaking a truth so immutable, I simply couldn’t look away, But instead, I could play with this chain, And pretend they didn’t have a say: I still remember the feeling of her placing my necklace into my palm; the victory; Empowerment, FUCK THE ESTABLISHMENT, Maaan, Where have all the moms gone in this society? When there are so many, People who can’t choose to pee, Because the bathroom isn’t labeled just for me, And speaking of pee, I’ll unload every single main-stream, Opinion, Into the collective toilet of the global stage, Yet complain I live in a cage, 20 minutes to let out my rage, Because I wasn’t born beige, Or maybe I was born beige, Without the opportunity to play, And I’ll make it everyone else’s responsibility, To get on the same page, Repetition, Repetition, Repetition, A pause over here, Makes this verse deep, I’LL ENUNCIATE THIS LINE BECAUSE ITS OF UTMOST IMPORTANCE NO ONE CAN HEAR ME SCREAM Though my voice is echoed through every commercial advertising, My soul is like a simile trapped in a maze, Filled with so much haze, So much haze, I think I’ll ejaculate on stage, But first I’ll watch this sports game, To avoid the shame, Of being a freak, And I want everyone to think the normals are all just jealous of me, We claim we want to be free, We claim we want higher things, But ultimately, we don’t even know what that means, So why bother? Let’s all just indulge in ecstasy, And jack each other off inside this cave, Why bother leaving when there’s no total comprehending? Consider yourself, Canceled

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Birthday

3-29-2024 Birthday: the day of birth. From the moment we’re birthed, we thirst; for the waters we crawl from the cruel sands we’re thrust. The soul suckers that soar above where none can see swoop down to take their pickings from some poor turtle born retarded, the grains never stop dripping, encircling lacerated flippers while the sun scorches wrinkly once luscious shells, every breathe a heave, decaying flesh stuck behind a desk, merely a brain inside of a rat contained in a phone-shaped vat, ordering ipas on tap. You take this here needle and lay in the sand, or take this crisp sheet and get fat off the land. And yet we still yearn, and yet we still dance… We should all just eat a plant and behold… a fishbowl!