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Part 2 - Samuel

Samuel was the perfect cross between Martha and Darrien. A grandiose narcissist who - at the height of our acquaintanceship - had delusions of occupying some high power position on Bay Street. When asked what he does for a living he would reply “I'm Bay Street,” with no job title or description attached. In fact, Sam was a failed musician who made his meager living by selling cocaine. He often proclaimed that, “one does not have to sell drugs, drugs sell themselves.” But he was so bad at handling the smallest amount of responsibility, like responding to messages or making deliveries within a reasonable time frame, that he often was unable to pay the rent on his low-income housing apartment. Most days Sam would dawn his grey or blue power suit, neck tie and all, grab his ratty old brief-case and drive down to Bay Street to sit in a Cafe for hours in order to sell cocaine to washed up Bay Street finance rejects, who sat around all day moaning about how woke culture has foiled their hard earned positions in the social and financial hierarchies. 

Sam was in his 50s, very tall but badly out of shape, painfully pale and wrinkled beyond his years with a gaping bald spot surrounded by a mess of silver curls. He vaguely resembled Richard Hell though he insisted he actually looked like James Deen and constantly bragged about how well preserved he was for his age. “The trick is to use toner on your face every day” - though moisturizer has never occurred to him. Sam’s true nature did not become apparent to me for years after we first met. He initially came off as so meek, sad and pathetic, so eager to please and to be liked, it took years to uncover the sadistic predator that lurked beneath.

I first met Sam when I was working at a gentleman’s spa on the weekends while paying my way through graduate school. Our paths kept crossing through odd strokes of coincidence and serendipity - things we read into far too much years later. When Sam first walked into the spa, I recall thinking that he looked interesting, certainly not an average client. He was scruffy, like an old rocker still living out his glory days of decades past. I was amused that he thought anyone can pull off a long leather trench coat with wide shoulder pads. I smiled intrigued, which I suppose resulted in him picking me for a session. He didn't want a massage, opting instead to massage me. He kept insisting that I found him very attractive. He attempted to pleasure me with his fingers. He seemed really high and could not keep an erection. When time was nearly up I faked an orgasm to give the session some finality and he suggested we exchange contacts, which at that point I've never done with a client. He finally brought up the fact that he's a drug dealer. While I wasn't interested in anything he was dealing, I did ask, “can you get acid by any chance?”

“I don't usually carry it, but give me your number and I'll call you if I get some in.” 

I declined.

A few weeks later he came in and saw me again. The session was the same, he massaged me, his dick never stayed hard, I faked an orgasm.

“I know you find me very attractive.” He persisted. “If you give me your number, I'll get you some weed for free”. When clients became persistent in any way they stood out as a red flag, but Sam seemed slow and shy. He would bat his eyes mischievously while asking - like he knew he was doing something wrong but just couldn't help himself. 

“Atleast check out my band, Crack Baby and the Love Triangle. It's psychedelic electro jazz, we just released a new album on BandCamp - my email is on the website if you ever wanna message me”.

“We’ll see”.

“Look, I told you exactly who I am. You know my identity. My sister is Sheela Bloomberg, you can look her up, she's a well known documentarian. I'm the vulnerable party here.” 

I laughed.

A year or so went by. I quit working at the spa when I landed a gallery attendant job, dyed my hair platinum blonde and was sporting something of a Nancy Spurgeon look but in an art world chic kinda way.

One night in spring we were opening our biggest show of the year, the house was packed and many of my friends were there to show support. I spotted Samual in the crowd checking out a collage that, coincidentally, was comprised of the back page ads from Now Magazine - I even recognized about three of my former co-workers in it. I went up to him to see if he ever did end up getting any acid, but it was clear he didn't even remotely recognize me. I took adnavege of the opportunity to try and fuck with his head a little. He told me he wasn't in the market for art and was only there to support a friend. “Yeah I figured as much. You don't look like a buyer. More like…maybe a musician? Like someone who probably paddles drugs to support a dwindling music career?” 

Sam didn't bat an eye or shift his tone. “No, I'm actually just taking a break from the music thing.” I couldn't tell if he's high or just kind of slow. He seemed so clueless and socially awkward, it was difficult to tell. The night was busy and I had many people to talk to, but come closing time Sam was still there, hanging on my friend Zilka who almost never went home at the end of a night without a man. The two ended up leaving together. 

The next day I was deathly curious about Zilka’s night. At that time she didn't know about my stint at the spa the previous year, so I never told her I knew her latest piece of entertainment. 

“He was so weird!” She recounted. “We hooked up and it was okay or whatever but the next day he insisted on driving me home and he wouldn't leave the whole time I was getting ready for work.” Zilka continued sounding perplexed, “he just sat on my couch and said ‘uh-huh’ to anything I said. I felt bad because I think he was kinda autistic, but I just couldn't get him to leave until I went to work.”

“Are you going to see him again?” 

“He seemed really interested but nah, I don't think I wanna call him back”. 

That was the last I've seen or heard from Samuel until about three years later when I went back to school for a philosophy program, and subsequently returned to the spa for some extra cash.

 

When a client came in without an appointment, he would be seated in the front of the house and each available girl would go out to greet him so he could make his choice. When it came my turn, I went out to see Samuel, significantly older and chubbier. I must have given off a look of amusement or surprise because he immediately picked me. Inside the room, as I began to massage him, it became clear he had no idea who I was. I asked questions about music or the drug trade, to which he responded straightforwardly and unintrigued, as though I was asking questions far more general, like “do you suppose it'll rain today?” or “do you think the Leafs will make the playoffs?” I decided to up the anti a little. 

“So how do you find living in the Eglinton Village neighbourhood? Is it as stuffy as it looks?” That's when he paused, turned his head and asked, “do we know each other or something?” 

“Yes, you've stayed with me several times before, like years ago. My name used to be Ivy.” 

“And I gave you my address?” 

“No, but you took my friend Zilka home one night and she texted me her location for safety”.

“Uh-huh”. 

The wheels in his head seemed to be spinning rapidly for a few seconds then he replied, “No I don't live in that house anymore, I moved to little Portugal.” 

“Weird, that's where I live. What street you on?” 

To my utter surprise he named my street. I laughed, “how come I've never seen you there before?” 

“I dunno, I just moved there recently.’  

He spent the rest of the session massaging me and I ended it by giving him a fairly convincing impersonation of an orgasm. A couple of weeks later he came back to the spa to see me. He told me he mostly dealt in cocaine since the illicit weed trade died up after legalization. By a stroke of coincidence my latest academic endeavour has led me to a renewed appreciation of stimulants, and so I took down his phone number. 

During a particularly stressful exam period in which I decided to not sleep at all, I messaged Sam to learn he lived in the building right next door to mine. He came by to deliver the goods and when I opened the door the first thing that jumped out at me was that the entire front of his grey hair was dyed purple!! Picture a middle aged, haggard man with a Bill Nye haircut, sporting purple bangs! I tried quickly to hide my amusement and paid him a half-assed compliment, “that's an interesting look.” 

“Yes, well I have this millennial girlfriend now, she did this for me”. 

I collected my drugs, he enquired if I'd be willing to give him a session in exchange for the drugs, I told him I had too much studying to do and we parted ways. 

When finals rolled around I messaged Sam again for another touch of pep. Sam came over without his usual energy or his shyly awkward yet flirtatious spark. He seemed annoyed. “It's my 50th Birthday today and my millennial girlfriend left me.” 

“I'm so sorry. But happy birthday no less!” 

“Can we have a session? I'll give you extra drugs”. 

“I really wish I could, but I really need to study, it's serious crunch time.”

“What if I pay you?” 

“Can we take a raincheck? Next week I'm off from class.” 

Sam didn't respond, he just got up and left. I thought it was quite rude but also figured, if I was dumped on my birthday and couldn't find anyone to spend it with, I'd be acting like a shitty little bitch too. I went back to my books. 

I soon switched to Adderall to support my study habit, and haven't contacted Sam again for some time, although I did run into him on our street a few times. He was back to being friendly, awkward and mischievous, making silly yet obscene facial expressions or gesturing to me provocatively. Then the Pandemic hit. 

   

It was summer when the restrictions began to loosen up a little. One day I got a message from Sam asking if I wanted to come over for a session. I knew it was a bad idea but I admittedly missed doing drugs, and furthermore, I could no longer afford to do them. And even though I have worked in the sex industry on and off for years now, the thought of exchanging sexual favors for drugs was filthy thrilling, and fully turned me on - perhaps also because I deeply missed having an orgasm I didn’t give myself. 

Sam’s apartment was dirty and out of sorts with music equipment and drug paraphernalia scattered everywhere. His walls were painted burnt orange and okra and he had these random Persian style rugs covering most of his floor. It was a fairly typical musician bachelor apartment and it didn't particularly gross me out. He told me that he and his millennial girlfriend got back together. “I don’t think it’ll last much longer,” he complained. “She’s extremely jealous and controlling but I know he cheats on me. Also, she refuses to finger my ass”. The fact that he had a girlfriend was of little consequence to me, as I still considered him a client, and myself his client. In fact we've been each other's clients for some time now so cutting out the middle currency seemed prudent. The rules of the spa applied, no sex or blowjobs, but I did let him go down on me. He was fairly skilled, I came maybe 2 or 3 times. When it was his turn, he managed to maintain an erection from getting fingered and eventually, with some wrist-numbing effort, he did cum. 

He told me that paying for sexual favors is his kink that no one in his life knows about. I wondered if that was not just a way for him to deflect from the fact that his charm and good looks are not always sufficient for his sex life. But then he added, “I have a special relationship to sex work and a lot of respect for sex workers you know. It's because I'm being possessed by the spirit of a dead hooker. Her name is Melody. She was a friend of mine.”

Given that Sam was artsy and eccentric, I wasn’t sure how literally he believed this at first.

I saw Sam sporadically a small handful of times over that summer. He told me the story about Melody literally every time I saw him, each time adding new details about his communications with her. When the school year began again, I switched mainly to Adderall and Vyvanse and hardly saw him again, probably until the following summer. 

Just after receiving my second vaccine, I recall taking some mushrooms in order to endure having my nails done. On my way home I received a message from Sam inviting me over, I missed cocaine, and with my newly acquired, post-vaccine confidence I showed up at his place. We had fun. We drank brandy and did lines while exchanging orgasms for a few hours, after which I went home with a couple of grams of coke. I was very pleased with myself. The life of a druggie-ho was a lot more fun than portrayed on TV. 

We maintained our arrangement into the school year, which was further facilitated by his final breakup with his millennial girlfriend. He told me that eventually she became so abusive to him that it would turn physical to a point that his neighbors had to intervene. Eventually the police got involved and now he had a no contact order against her. I felt a tinge of pity for this strange little man, who absolutely seemed like he would tolerate physical violence for attention or affection or a shot at being liked or accepted. For most of the school year I rarely had time to spend with him and often paid him in cash, but I was beginning to view him as a friend. Then sometimes during winter break he invited me over for our usual. I didn't require drugs to study at this time but I could use the entertainment. Sam was entirely nocturnal like me while most of my friends were not. He made surprisingly good martinis, which we drank while watching The Hunger - one of our mutually favourite films. We were having fun gossiping and laughing. He also talked about the long-term trauma he incurred from millennial girlfriend, whose name I finally learned was Meena. Apparently she attempted to stab him once, grazing his shoulder with a kitchen knife. “Erik from across the hall kept rushing in to break up the fights because she'd get so loud. Sometimes he had to pull her off me. I dunno why I took it for so long, it's like I just couldn't leave.” I assured him that it's a pretty common response to abuse and the important thing is that he is now healing. He offered me a bump of 2C-B to try. I immediately hated it, it made me dizzy, slow and disoriented. It was also nearly morning time so I opted to go home. He kept offering me cocaine to take home with his desperate “please like me” eyes, I declined. “You don't have to pay me to hang out anymore. We’re friends. I had a lot of fun”. 

“Okay, don't be shy, come by any time. We don't even have to do anything, just watch a movie or something”. We hugged goodbye.

The next day I woke up with one of the worst hangovers of my life. I attributed it to trying the new drug. The dizziness and weakness kept getting stronger and stronger all day until I finally realized that it was, in fact, Covid. 

I was laid up and isolating for the next 2 weeks - hauled up in my living room. My live-in boyfriend at the time refused to go near me though he made exceptions when he insisted on coming into the living room to blast television first thing in the morning while I was trying to sleep. The fact that our relationship had all but ended during the lockdowns was clear to everyone but him, but I was still too stressed to completely pull the plug, especially since I was in school and struggling to pay my bills. All the while Sam would stop by with his special soups, leaving them outside my door several times per week. I began to feel a genuine friendship between us. When I recovered, I would sometimes go to his place to get high, drink martinis and have him eat me out over vintage art house cinema. Sam claimed he was a film history major in his youth. I felt comfortable confiding in him about my sexless relationship with a brooding man who was growing increasingly depressed and angry each day.

One day I wanted to buy some cocaine, but I didn't hear back from Sam for about an hour, by which time I was halfway to the nail salon downtown. He apologized for the delay. “No worries, I'll be back home later this evening, I'll just stop by then.”

“I'm free right now, why don't I drive down to the salon, we'll grab a coffee.”

My nail appointment ran much longer than expected, and Sam waited across the street the entire time until I was done. I was becoming convinced he was developing feelings for me, but pretty soon the semester went into full swing, I stocked up on Adderall and haven't seen Sam for about a month.

At the end of February I got a text, “my 26 year old girlfriend just died while I was in BC. Can you come over?” I had no idea Sam had a new girlfriend, though I was in no position to judge. I expressed my condolences, told him I could not free myself up just that minute but I'd be sure to stop by on the weekend. 

The Quarentine Dream

The Quarantine Dream was a cocktail I created at the start of the lockdowns, and it became a fast faavourite amongst my friends.

Mix 1.5 oz gin

0.5 oz fresh lime juice

About a tbs blackcurrant syrup

Top off with sparkling water and serve over ice.

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Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes by Roshani Chokshi Genre: fantasy, middle grade Content warnings: forced family separation, abandonment Description: "War between the devas and the demons is imminent, and the Otherworld is on high alert. When intelligence from the human world reveals that the Sleeper is holding a powerful clairvoyant and her sister captive, 14-year-old Aru and her friends launch a search-and-rescue mission. The captives, a pair of twins, turn out to be the newest Pandava sisters, though, according to a prophecy, one sister is not true. During the celebration of Holi, the heavenly attendants stage a massage PR rebranding campaign to convince everyone that the Pandavas are to be trusted. As much as Aru relishes the attention, she fears that she is destined to bring destruction to her sisters, as the Sleeper has predicted. Aru believes that the only way to prove her reputation is to find the Kalpavriksha, the wish-granting tree that came out of the Ocean of Milk when it was churned. If she can reach it before the Sleeper, perhaps she can turn everything around with one wish. Careful what you wish for, Aru . . ."

Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes is a thrilling read. If you loved the first two novels in this quintet, you will be sure to enjoy this new addition to the series. This novel introduces intriguing new characters that will surely enrapture you and raises insightful comments on the difficulty of trusting others in a complicated world and the power a wish can possess. 

What I enjoyed: -The new characters on the team are great. The twins Sheela and Nikita, while they fall into some twin tropes, each have unique personalities and their storylines help hammer in the novel's main theme about how even though the world can be painful, there are some people you can trust. Rudy, another new character, is also quite entertaining and adds levity as the series becomes increasingly darker. -The final act of the book was incredible! The plot of this book felt a little convoluted with the main characters jumping from setting to setting so quickly that it becomes easy to forget what is the main task of their quest. Fortunately, the final act made up for the more confusing aspects of this novel by tying together so many themes of this novel about family, trust, and wishes in a beautiful and powerful way. -Aru's personal growth in the story was fantastic. Chokshi does an amazing job making Aru's insecurities and feelings seem so realistic and sincere. Readers really get to see Aru grow in this novel as she battles with her own doubts and tries to figure out how to act in a complex world. 

What I thought could be better: -While I loved meeting Sheela and Nikita, I felt they were under-used. For most of the story, they aren't really present despite being introduced within the first few chapters. Part of me is bothered that Rudy, who isn't even a Pandava, gets more screentime than the twins. While Chokshi does a great job bringing depth to Sheela and Nikita in the few scenes we do see them and Nikita does have a character arc, they mostly are treated as objects that Aru and the others have to save. -This is a more minor complaint, but what happened to Hira? At the end of Aru Shah and the Song of Death, it seemed like Hira was being set up to become a more important character, but she isn't mentioned at all in this novel. 

Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes is an exciting read and I highly recommend you give it a try if you have read the first two books. While some parts can be a little overcomplicated and Sheela and Nikita could have had more screentime, overall, the powerful themes this novel conveys are worth the journey.

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Top 10 Dietitians in Mumbai to keep you Fit and Healthy

Introduction

Finding the right dietitian is a very important step in keeping yourself fit and healthy. The list below contains some of the top 10 dietitians in Mumbai, who will provide you with the best health tips and help you achieve your fitness goals.

Best health tips by dietitians

A good dietitian will help you lose weight in a healthy way and make sure that you don't feel deprived. A good dietitian will also teach you how to make smart food choices, so that your new lifestyle becomes sustainable and enjoyable.

Here are some of the basic principles of healthy eating:

Eat a variety of foods. It's     important to eat a wide variety of fruits, vegetables, whole grains and other     healthy foods. A balanced diet includes all the necessary vitamins and     minerals for optimal health.

Eat more fruits and     vegetables (preferably organic). It's essential to eat five servings of     fruits or vegetables each day! Studies have shown that people who eat     plenty of produce experience less disease than those who don't eat much at     all - so go ahead! Be generous with yourself when it comes to     fruit/vegetable intake each day - it'll do wonders for both physical AND     mental well-being :)

Dietitian Sheela Seharawat

Sheela Seharawat is a well-known dietitian in Mumbai. She has a Bachelor’s Degree in Dietetics and Nutrition, which she received from the University of Mumbai. She then went on to gain certification as a Nutritionist and Registered Dietician by completing courses that were conducted by the National Institute of Mental Health and Neurosciences (NIMHANS).

She further pursued her education to become an Accredited Practicing Dietitian, with additional studies at Columbia University in New York City. Her work experience includes working with NIMHANS where she served as Head of Nutrition Services for over 16 years until recently moving back to Mumbai after her husband was relocated here for his job.

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Her mission is to make     people aware about the importance of healthy eating habits through     workshops, lectures and seminars conducted by her team of experts at     Naturopathy Health Club located at Wadala East Mumbai.

The club offers an array of services including diagnosis and treatment through naturopathy with special focus on geriatrics and women’s health issues like prenatals, infertility treatments etc., yoga classes for all ages (yoga therapy), naturopathy massages using various natural oils like almond oil infused with various herbs like hibiscus flower etc., ayurvedic massages using different herbs which are prepared freshly according to each patient’s needs; shirodhara

Dietitian Kavita Devgan

Kavita Devgan is a registered dietitian with a Master of Science degree in Nutrition and Dietetics. She also has a Diploma in Nutritional Therapy, a Diploma in Clinical Nutrition and a Certification in Food, Nutrition and Wellness.

She has done her food science research on the functional properties of native Indian spices such as turmeric, ginger and chilies to treat cancer patients. She has also worked with Dr Robert Lustig who has written several books on obesity.

Dietitian Mita Desai

Mita Desai has a degree in dietetics from the University of Mumbai and is a member of the Dietitians Association of India. She’s also the author of several books on nutrition and health, including “The Complete Book of Vegetarianism: How to Become and Stay Vegan,” “What Your Doctor May Not Tell You About Menopause: A Leading Surgeon Explains How to Stay Younger Longer”and “The Complete Book of Health & Wellness.

She has been featured in many magazines and newspapers as well as appearing on television shows such as "Aaj Ki Baat" (CNN-IBN), "Investors Chronicle," "Doordarshan News", "Khabar Yeh Meri Baatein" (DD News)

Dietitian  Ryan Fernando

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Dr. Bhargava offers both one-on-one sessions with individuals or groups of people via Skype if you're living outside Mumbai. The cost of an individual session is Rs 3200 (or about $46 USD) for 60 minutes; group sessions are priced at Rs 1000 per person per hour (or about $14 USD). You can contact him by emailing [email protected] or calling +91 98199 23888

Dietitian Kshama Gupta

Kshama Gupta is a dietitian, nutritionist and author. She has written several articles on nutrition and health in various publications like the Times of India, Mumbai Mirror and more. She has also worked with celebrities including Priyanka Chopra, Karisma Kapoor and Juhi Chawla to help them lose weight by following a healthy diet plan.

She is the author of The Low FODMAP Diet which has gained popularity all over India since it was first published in 2012.

Dietitian Asha Thorat

Asha Thorat is a dietitian, nutritionist and author who has been practicing for over 20 years. She holds a Bachelor's degree in Nutrition and Dietetics from the University Of Mumbai, India.

Asha has worked with the state government’s health department where she trained medical professionals to manage epidemics like dengue fever and chikungunya virus outbreak. She was also a member of the task force on cancer prevention and control formed by Indian Council Of Medical Research (ICMR).

Asha has provided training sessions on various topics related to obesity management, diabetes prevention, lifestyle modification etc., at national conferences held across India such as ‘National Conference On Obesity Management’ organized by Indian Association Of Preventive & Social Medicine (IAPSM) at Mumbai; ‘2nd International Conference On Health & Lifestyle’ organized by Dr NTR University Of Health Sciences Hyderabad; ‘9th Indian Conference On Clinical Nutrition & Metabolism’ organized by National Institute For Research In Tuberculosis New Delhi etc.

Dietitian Niyati Likhite

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Make sure to research dietitians before trusting them.

If you’re looking for a dietitian, make sure to research their credentials before trusting them. Don’t trust anyone blindly, no matter how qualified they seem to be or how much experience they claim to have.

Always do your own research and follow up with other sources (and beware of fake reviews). Don’t trust any single source of information as gospel truth—even if it comes from a reputable source! Instead, read multiple articles from different magazines and websites that feature reviews on dietitians in your area. Check out their Yelp page too; sometimes patients will leave honest reviews there about their experience with that particular healthcare professional.

Lastly but most importantly: don't let someone tell you what foods are healthy for you without giving you reasons why those foods might be bad for your body. It's important to remember why certain foods work well together so that we can make informed decisions about our diets without having someone else tell us what's right or wrong!

Conclusion

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Daily  Détournement (a series of small bits of writing and snips of poems compiled with future editing opportunities)

Give us this day our daily détournement one liners will take you far

There's a pipeline built thru my dreams Spilling crude nightmares in my sleep

your fleet, a slickened creek a man may row a little boat under cover of dawn skies peach punk wood carves lively measures depth of puddles What not to knot for naught under cover of dry umbrella opened indoors

to the stars we are dust  = ad sidera pulvis sumus we are dust to the stars  = ad sidera pulvis sumus we are the dust of distant dead stars = mortuorum stellis procul pulvis sumus

Love met Death on an unlit hunting road on the night of Thanksgiving O, I have seen you these many weeks thru slits of blinds Lo, I have shown you myself so that you may see me Hark, the pale blues and the umber shadows are beaming the start of a golden ring ends where it begins at melancholy flowers.

Love met Misunderstanding beneath brutalism

Death met Death and made Love in the most beloved of Apollo

Death met death mirrored in a cracked phone screen

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The void into the Void I'd avoid Every minute is last call And I don't even have a dollar For the tip Her name is done More following than followers Edit privacy Only me Locked post The grave earth embrace

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I fought the knife and the knife won

I SPILT PAIN ALLOVER MYSELF

D : i's decolonize D : eyes

Your nipple is a planet with clouds of areola glow

corpse imprisons spirit in solitary confinement

take a braid chaser straight no chaser took a braid chaser straight no chaser how you like it is how you like it who am I to question dogs bay all day

I could not see in the end predicted revolver recoiled and mouthed a silver car

immodium suicide moksha

don't tell me how to sleep

at the rest stop tired

sardine spines in soup spoonful

the sound she makes like doves in mourning feo tu feo tu

we can never say where the paths we did not take would have led this shadow clings to my feet all during the day and surrounds me in drowning all the night invades my sleep with nightmares and my waking eyes in tears knows all paths end in the grave

I can't escape this thing I am, only death cures

And he smote them hip and thigh with a great slaughter He goeth down and dwelleth in the cleft of the rock Judges 15 :8

o' they hide in death for life and breath o' they hide in death (derived from Ephesians 3:18 " o the height and depth [of Gods love]"

the shadow is varied and turning atonal bars tinkle on porches torches sputtered for dark is showing he hides in death of ropes tightened and creaking

(no variation or shadow turning James 1:17)

we wear what we wore what

sheela na gig sheila NA Gig Sheila NAG ig

Hello darkness shadow umbra my imaginary best friend for life my first wife from the womb My last breath and flower strewn tomb If there is a god made me broken to hell with him

Karl May did not write about me Old shattered hands did not whinny too

three chained thurible by thurifer is swung

And give us those trespassers who trespassed against us.

The username is not unique

the rivers of her eye dries

I FOUGHT THE GUN AND IT WON

Now a river flowed out of Eve to water the guards in nedE

Now a blood rivers out of Eve to water the avant garde

witch hazel water hazel eye of witch flower helps with vomitingblood and inflammation

in utero infection impacts the premature

I dreamt I was a minor character in a novel by Tony Hillerman

Woke up one morning on the old Chisholm Trail My rain in my hand and a cloud by the tail

My danged old slicker's in the wagon again single file in argyle, empty inside

I dreamt I was in a Tony Hillerman movie, not even a minor character, no speaking parts, I mostly just waved and sold a Snickers but they edited me out, on the cutting room floor

I was in a Tony Hillerman novel, very minor character, a shadow in the background they edited out

I was in a horror movie no speaking parts a shadow in the background

in need of a homemade therapeutic emotional massage

iron smashes ion in the end can not see

dragged into the unlight

if I wake before I die

pee me a river

Two thousand graves dug for all the days I loved you

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made no difference

ancient desert gods try invade my songs

Flesh eating god a necrotizing deity

water over the bridge

square root of negative one

TAKE A GOOD LONG LOOK AT YOURSELF BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE WANTS TO hardy har har

the ghosts of chalcedony wildflowers scent the sugilite sujiman

On the corner of Lovecraft and Ballard

everyday the slaves building the pyramids in Egypt would stand up and say "Let's make history"

socks below seesaw

decapitalism

pati diem endure the day

weed killer weed

yutani = hot water valley

Fruit of a failed policy

but I really think the goal here is to find another job, so I can work as much as possible. I am hoping I can work myself to death. that would be the perfect cherry on pile of shit ice cream of a life haha

erroneous fap

rohypnol wine roofie wine

Leave the rat race to the rats

the skin of the prick is the thinnest

gentrifire destroys everything in its path

the bully says 'stop hurting my hand by making me punch you'

Why is the speed of darkness faster than the speed of light?

SUNSPOT CORPSES

You can't act ironic anymore because you are ironic.

venture vultures

investor identity politics art

zombie animated by the spirit of venture capital

indian headdress made of shredded american flags indian headdress made of dollar bills

no more Red Dawn for Vladimir

vanishing Indian, extinct race, savages, primitive, tragic, noble

in revolt against commodification this will not be printed in a book. oh okay go ahead

google earth: to see all the places you will never go before you die!

gmo corn used to spell out the words 'death to america' under resin layer on canvas

you can't see the horizon/sunrise while standing/lying/laying in a grave

bread and water: its what for dinner! #starvingartist

toilet paper pythagorean thereom toilet paper rolls pythagorean theorem "Mummy Striped Bare"

47 tostadas in Pythagorean theorem 47 tacos from Siete Mares arranged in Pythagorean theorem 47 tacos from Taco Bell arranged in Pythagorean theorem 47 melted chocolates in Phx summer sun arranged in Pythagorean theorem

It's an alpha dog world and I'm a cat

Pythagorean Theorem vis a vis blood quantum Euclidean Proof of Pythagorean Theorem (EPOPT) as self-portrait etc

a deep and ugly shadow has crossed my soul, many months now, can't remember when, seems always this way, gets worse and worse, like hundreds of ants eating me it is only the pain I would cause by leaving the world that keeps from leaving, the art is a channeling of my darkness, an undug grave the shadow is a cancerous growth, a tumor feeding on bits of my soul, until I am the cancer with an oroboros halo

I cannot light fires at the bottom of the ocean

someone recently asked me to describe what my work is about in one word, I said "depression" …melancholia…sadness And who will say that I stayed much too long?

someone asked what I've been working on, spring time i started working on Window as a theme, then What do I see thru the Window, The Sun, The Moon, the grave freshly dug, a grave for the sun, a grave for the moon, the Death of the Sun, The Mourner for the Deaths of the Sun and The Moon.

I need to eat something, before I become the dead King of Anorexia

ive a man corn and you feed him for a day; teach a man to grow corn and he'll slaughter your people and take your land

On the growing of weeds

my melancholy flowers

my dreams got caught and eaten by a spider

cabbage patch kid autopsy, opened brain

if I was you I'd go home too

ill relevant

alt-abs = beer belly

Vencer o morir,” meaning “Win or die.”

alt-preppie

pati diem endure the day

A Ridiculously Long Security Checkpoint

fake news, back in my day we called it lying

O’ Cinnamon where will you run to?

the crow is in the oven a sauce is being prepared

FROM BELOW WITHIN UPON

andwhenyouknowyouarecursedeventhesunbeatsyoudown

EYES ABOVE SO BELOW

when people stop believing in god it isn’t that they believe in nothing; they stopped believing in nothing

false flags wave weakly

silent shoulder shrugs

tears from a cloud

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