THE WRITER MUST EAT -> patreon.com/trn1ty <- blah! ideas with no tangibility; ideas with irrelevant supports; ideas without value; ideas' witlessness; ideas' witnesses; ideas- <^> 2023-07-21 2019? 2020? : the usual situation in eurasia, from a distance say thanks to my wife for making this meal she toiled all day cooked this supper with zeal and we feast and we feast and we eat with the wars on tv movie screen pictring blood and al gore turn that goddamn thing off i can't hear jamie talk dad wait please we lost greece now they're storming iraq say thanks to the machines they are filling the screen fighting proxy wars over capital regimes no more deaths no more fights only systems tonight will be killed hard drives milled turned into bits and bytes there's a person onscreen they aren't real let them be shredded hair collarbone now the drones go take rome dad agrees history will be written by 3 but now's not the time turn it off o k fine : Waiting for your return I found, and shot, your dog that sat at the door to your luxury condo waiting for your return. He was old wizened gray, thin hair on his back and I felt bad doing it but I wanted to see your face your reaction your black short hair shine in the setting sun as you had read my neat handwriting on college ruled paper "Turn around" pinned by one red tack to your dead dog's ear and as you turned you put your hand to your thigh where sat a holstered pistol far too late to lift your arm or pull the trigger before I put a nine millimeter round in your forehead heart and left kneecap (for good measure) and watched you collapse on your newly tarred driveway and watched your blood drip out your head and torso and leg and drip down onto the hot, black surface, and watched the blood make that interesting splatter. It's too bad that your dog had to die this way before he died I gave him a nice steak I picked up on the drive over a small steak, maybe a half-dollar's size but nice nevertheless and better than any food you'd ever given him and I took him to your living room and he and I sat on your couch and he sat his head on my lap and I shed a tear I always shed a tear for the souls I take (I only took one that day). I am sorry your dog had to die this way but it was a better death than could be had in that airless, sterile condo and one your dog was happy to receive pressing his head against my silencer. : Autumn The best thing my parents ever did for me was neglect to raise me, because if they raised me I'd surely be an even worse person. They seem to hate me, and I do too, but it's odd that they seem to be under the illusion that they did raise me. Because then wouldn't it be their fault that I turned out like this? : TempleOS hey davis terry a temple codin every day jesus christ on systemd fading through reality modern 64 bit fight commodore and kilobytes glowing hard and nothing more switch statements power in C user programmed commodore small town train fatality hey terry whyd you leave us so many mysteries we don't understand your code insane man or god, who knows? how could one guy ever make a self hosting OS ISO : In a sky without a sun there are a bunch of people falling from the sky including me and if you maneuver your arms a bit against the pressure of a forceless wind that is so powerful in the absence of a sun, or stars, or planet you can look up and see It it has a face but its face will make you vomit in the \ air that is passing by you it's best not to think about it or try to comprehend it see tony over there no, to your left yeah, there and how his face is white as a sheet? illuminated, clearly visible in a \ world without light he Understood it it has eyes but we don't know how something so big could have anything to see / it has a mouth but no teeth, or maybe teeth, maybe we \ could see its teeth if so much blood wasn't falling out of it fortunately newton's laws still apply it's falling at the same rate we are you'll never have to touch it but there is no ground on which we can land, and be freed from this \ life no way out but to Understand so what do we do sheila and i play tic tac toe, we can keep the squares in our head / i prefer to maneuver myself to face away from the thing in the sky because if i squint a little bit it looks like me <^> No rights reserved, all rights exercised, rights turned to lefts, left in this corner of the web.