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Another day, big effort, hard work,

two steps forward, progress…


Every breath, you are closer to death.








It’s not a conspiracy theory

if it seems real,

if you believe,

if you *feel*.




Headache, dizzy, nausea.

I decided to venture out for some fresh air.

I found myself, somehow, in an English village,

assaulted by a cacophony of noise,

machines cutting grass

and other unnecessary things,

money chasing flights of fancy, futility…

the confusing din

of capitalism.




They told me it was the end of the world.

Saddened, upset, I gradually adjusted

and came to accept.

Prepared and at peace,

I waited.

And waited.

And, alas,

the end didn’t come.

Tomorrow was as yesterday

and my peace was gone.




Happy New Year!

The alarm sounded.

I got up, went to the bathroom,


rinsed my mouth out,

and drank two glasses of water.


I switched the TV on.

BR, naturally.


Nina Winkler.


I did my thing.

Panoramabilder would be next.

Comforting, somehow.

Like Alpine mountains.


reliability, of sorts.

We seek stasis

and maintenance,

of youth and sanity,

in this temporal realm

of the transient,

of transience.

We try.

We don’t want to die.

We don’t anything we care about to die.

We try.

We do what we can.

We eschew publicly-stated plans,

like resolutions and manifestos,

knowing “the other” will use it as ammunition,

cause for demolition.

No fireworks, please,

use the expense more wisely!





Happy New Year.


Should’ve gone to Canada,

that was the plan –

they couldn’t


have followed us there.

We would have been free!

I think.


Still haunted.


Man plans,

God laughs.

So they say.

If it’s true,

I’d say it’s because He knows

human nature

and the impossibility,

the futility,

of doing the right thing

in this fallen world:

societies of perfidy,


exploiters and

grinning backstabbers.

If it’s laughter,

it’s sad, poignant laughter,

the kind that masks tears

and choking,

broken hearts.


God feels your pain.


I found myself in a situation of bondage and degradation.

I decided that enough was enough.

I said goodbye and walked away

(oh, that we all could do so!)

But they weren’t finished with me.


shit stirrers,

satan’s minions,

woe betiders,



purveyors of misery!


I will not walk to my own execution.



I said again,

turning my cheek,

and again,

goodbye I said

and kept on walking.


(As they stabbed me in the back, yet again!)…

Bloodied, I walked away,

until I dropped.

All-consuming pain,

and relief,

as they thought I was dead,

and gone,

so they left me alone,

and they let me be.

And at last,

I was free!


The establishment is appropriately respectful

when a soldier, old or young, dies.


In actuality,

behind closed doors,

they praise the passing

of another man, woman or child

who has seen

and/or knows

too much…