- my daughter will be my age now in 2053, she and people younger don't know life when there is never constant nyertz
- Failed state
- The beauty of designed negligence for our motherfucking shitlords is all that's required is deliberately doing nothing but letting shit fall apart and happen
- Dismantled state
- Our motherfucking shitlords
- Our sickfuck shitlords monetize the plague - what to look for
- Plague: we voted for it
- My office is 150 yards to the left of the photo in this article, everyone who's deemed essential in normal times will be teleworking, grunts like me who are deemed essential only during a plague need report to work
- Pair o' noid deluge-ins
- Wages of sin
- Yes, this fuck, but note who's permitted to gouge without condemnation and who's damned for gouging
- The true victims of the plague
- Bending toward chaos
- How to know if AI is about to destroy civilization
- I got Dr Sevrin ears
- Seiche
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Miriam Bird Greenberg
Whole towns like • horses turnt loose in the bardo of •
« wild » fire’s roiling, locust-clouded « our » stampede—as if
ignoring a war two counties over meant it couldn’t come
closer—plague-black | ened forests consumed by a burnt
• wind: « and untamable » a lithe and lumbering creature cities-
sized, mitosis-prone, come to lick clean the tinder « tender
ly » face of village mid-stampede. Caressing • lost wedding
pictures, kitchen tables, • dogs lured in « runaway » terror in
to the inferno, it leaps roads in its roving. Whole towns re
made over • and far • in « night » parking lots where « away »
wander once-middle-class refugees the fire’s made. Atop
an RV, a parrot’s perched, and for its human from whom
it’s learned, its gift: Fuck you. Its every world of instinct • breach
ed, and black « trust- » its human-made ruin. Hello?
1)miriam bird greenberg's poem is titled Paradise, California
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"Bardo"
It's been easy until now
But you'll likely question how
You have traveled far, it's true
But there's much more left to do
For it's time to pay the toll
And we never know the sum of what we owe
You can't go back from where you came
You must move on and face the flame
Of the last bardo
You can pray unto your god
But your prayers will bring you naught
For in here you bear the scar
Of exactly what you are
It matters not what you believe
And it matters even less what you think you know
So put on your little show
But no further will you go
Til you pass the last bardo
You will surrender all you hide
And be cleansed and purified
And of you burden you'll be free
If it takes eternity in the last bardo
todd rundgren wrote it, and performs it with reverberating guitar chords (a la robin trower, some have said)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcxaaSmxPQQ
3)speaking of reaping what one sows, here's a prognostication from the former acting administrator of the centers for medicare and medicaid services
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8112063/America-braces-coronvirus-collapse-100-00-ICU-beds-10-MILLION-hospitalized.html
I got an email from Bank of America. Seems they'd be happy to help me financially if I get this fucking corona virus. I'll bet. Here in Marrkuh everything is an opportunity if you just look at it the right way.
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