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On the outside looking in.

On the inside looking out.

Both detached

from some sort of reality.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Fox Hunt 2

The English gentry get angry,

very angry,

when they get confronted.

Gentry, “genteel”, “gentlemen”,

*scum*.

Like demonic children they prance about,

utterly pretentious,

dressed to kill,

armies of dogs and idiot villagers in support,

foxes to slaughter,

today and tomorrow,

they rejoice in bloody hell.

Above everything, though, it’s a statement,

of their rights and privilege:

they are the upper class,

and you must never question them,

their authority,

or

their stupidity.

Sputnik_ Hunter Attacks Protester

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Black Square

Close eyes, open mind.

Try, think of something different.

Dark room liberty.

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Steen_ Vino & Mockers

OK, it’ starting to make sense…

The coarseness of your expression,

the pain of your existence,

glimpses of futility,

reminded of your place,

the so-called underclass

(no wonder you’re so crass!),

cannon fodder, one way or another,

exploited and abused, gutted,

occasionally you react,

illogically, apparently,

as best you can,

you make a statement…

Notes and expletives from the stewing depths.

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Trusiki, Dollars, Sale

They seem to think that bombarding me with consumerist, commercial gimmicks, “must haves” and “right nows” will increase their relevance; make me relent, to “buy” their thinking and ways.

They are wrong.

Every day I am more and more detached,

repulsed.

… Walk away.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Чёрная Пятница

They put you on the spot,

saying this offer is too good to miss,

it’s now or never, customer!

Buy, or die,

they imply.

Tempting, encouraging, “exhorting”.

They manipulate and extort.

Black Friday,

saturation and lies.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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PSR B1509-58

The scientist is a celebrity, he’s frequently on TV.

He makes pronouncements, he expects you to believe.

He understands, it seems, the deepest mysteries of this and other galaxies,

until tomorrow, of course, “new discoveries”.

And God, he poses,

as if he knows, definitively:

“this kind of faith is a delusional fallacy.”

As if, indeed, he knows.

… Like the wind blows,

he too will fade away.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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A Roman Slave Market 1

He knocked on the door, and I decided to buy what he was selling:

Life Insurance.

Sure, why not?!

I’ve lost plenty of life in the past, missed opportunities and such,

pain and drain,

no doubt I’ll miss out on more in future too.

So, if they can insure me against these loses,

reiumburse me somehow,

restore my life and living,

yes,

I’ll pay the small monthly premium.

(He said I maybe didn’t understand the “business model” completely, but if I’d be so good as to sign on the dotted line, he’d expedite my policy…)

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Meteor X

Humans, in their hubris, think that they know.

*They* do not know.

*I* do not know.

*We* can speculate, postulate, approximate.

But, we do not,

and can not, truly know.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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CW Eckersberg_ Kvinde_foran_et_spejl 2

I lost myself somewhere along the way,

so I am told.

But really?

Life, we adapt.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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