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Proud to Be, Un-PC 6/18/2023 I am proud to be... Un-PC. Or at the very least: not ashamed of it. For all the talk about progress, when it comes to freedom of speech, I can't help but feel out of synch with current trends of society and their discomfort with it. Many seem chagrined by the 1st Amendment, begrudgingly conceding its very existence as some bête noire roadblock anathema to their aims. The right's "I'm not racist, but..." is paralleled by the left's, or New Puritanism's, "I'm all for freedom of speech, but...". The societal value of Voltaire's attributed quote, "I may disagree with what you say, but I'll fight till death for your right to say it" is at an all time low. When it comes to these big tech companies controlling the town square with social media, there are non-government control holds on public discourse and thus, they run unchecked by the 1st Amendment. An irascibility I have is whenever someone even brings up freedom of speech, there is almost

On Another Plane 3/30/2023 Every time I find myself sitting in one of these I wonder how I talked myself into this suicide Waiting as the contraption meanders the track, rounding corners, lingering taunting teasing sadist The jets power on for the performance and push you back into your seat Lurch up, my god the very tail is going to snap off when it drags upon the ground There we are, shooting over the freeway on a bottle rocket God help whatever structure finds itself in front of our jetty leap Not that we inside are any the safer - you think this giant hull is our ally? It will crumble inward upon contact - IMPLOSION - squishing us against it's jags like tiny gummy fruit. 99.99% This giant beer canister, metallica flapping amidst the wind RAttliNG. -- a lot of uncomfortable rAttLing. Whipped by the wind Like metal being ripped by high force winds, beating us about in the sky My hands cramping from desperate grasp of the seat infront of i i look around me - families yawning,

On the Eve of the Final Bite 5/15/2019 I don’t know if this worries me or not That I may never enjoy the present moment, but always the future The idea and hopes of the future A moment you can’t possibly enjoy when it arrives Let’s use food as an example I look forward to eating out I’m intrigued not by the first bite, but the idea of the first bite I’m intrigued by the next bite more than the one I currently possess within my mouth When I fork up that final bite, I’m already lugubrious The final bite is the most depressing because you know nothing is coming next It’s like that before it even reaches your tongue and teeth Not tasting the flavors anymore Just chewing chewing chewing… …and then the swallow comes… and the highlight of the day is in the rearview mirror That’s the problem with the present Experiences are happening too fast to grasp on to and enjoy Slipping by at a rate impossible to get a grip on More enthralled by the eve than the arrival You know the best

Fatal Insomnia 5/16/2021 See! See! Where sans soporific serenity sends me! What fun one can have with the quixotic infestation of sleep deprivation Me, with a mellifying tongue Spitting sesquipedalians by the trillions Why not when high strung? The mellifying mouth honey glues vacillating variegated vapid platitudes typing out with sticky salty semen-stained fingers recent not, due to the Atrabilious Atrophy which lingers The mind a malefactress unmalleable maltheist mandate made sleep unallowable Dreams invisible whether had or not how Risible The 7th day so sacrosanct even Sleep god thanked Masochist mind suffers the seen as unseen Ears so fucked all hearing reads mondegreen The whole body begins to lean and becomes lean Great expectations are dreams where reality is all nightmare it seems Dick Chasing vampires, serial killers: real confiscated drugs and happiness, a steal whatever declared illegal is a thrill and vice versa and this last verse is Bathos -Greg

Parasite in My Mind 4/6/2019 Either I’m out of my mind… or… you’re in my mind. I can feel you there. I know you must be there. Is this latent schizophrenia I’ve activated or… is there something metaphysical going on? I always thanked god… I thank God that he doesn’t exist because I can’t bear to have someone seeing what’s in here. But here you are. It’s all dark in there, can you even see? What do you see? Perhaps you see nothing except the words that flow through my mind. You can’t see my actions can you? You aren’t actually omniscient. You are no god. You are a parasite. You’ve latched onto me and for what purpose? Did I allow you in there? It’s dark in there, but… it’s so light out here. All you can see are dark fictions. Everyone has their darkness inside right? If I could crawl into someone’s mind, I could judge them then too you fucking menace. But perhaps these fictions… perhaps they are just non-fictions of actual mental processes. If they exist to be fictions then perhaps