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8.10 Digitized Sky Survey

Yes, eager to do,

but cogs are sticking like glue.

Best intentions screwed.

 

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2017.08.13

So, here I am again,

apparently

ensconsced on the path of least resistance,

like electricity,

mercurial, and regretful,

fearing surges, complications,

change,

interruptions to supply,

threats to survival,

“denial of service attacks”.

History informs, scintillates,

reminds,

and terrifies.

People are the thing, alas.

In society,

futility and perfidy abound …

knives still in my back.

Regardless,

Happy Birthday, me.

And woe betide my enemies.

 

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Apollo 11 Re-Entry

So,

you dream,

you think,

you aspire.

Alas,

it’s the return to Earth

that’s the killer.

 

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Żyd wieczny tułacz

The decadence of everyday existence.

Horrors of war and banality.

Every day tragedy

(to which we are consigned) …

 

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Clouds (Ruthenium-106 article)

Mama,

are there clouds

in Byalistok?

 

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The Worship of Mammon

The vileness we find ourselves in

demands a reaction,

one way or another.

Everything is unfair

and the pain seem inescapable.

Treacherous solar winds radiate,

burning, searing,

bodies and minds.

People instinctively lie,

complicate,

and violate,

cloaking it in “progressive” vibes,

stroking egos and fatty tissue…

(In reality they don’t give a shit,

but they want to appear “legit”;

hollow scum, festering liberal cankers!)

If I could,

I would sleep like a child,

10, 12 hours,

and expect everything better

in morning rising.

(*As if!*)

For people to be genuine…

That is my dream.

 

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Waves On Beach

Like a machine gun, relentless,

they keep coming.

Even things we like

become contemptible

when they’re relentless.

Like

time, Emails,

wave after wave,

endless repeat.

 

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Georgii Brousentsov - Au bord de l'eau

I see art,

and it’s beautiful.

The creation is truly a sensation!

But I understand what most men see,

on the wall,

in their souls,

and what they feel…

Base arousal.

 

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Golf

So goes a man

at ease

with the futility of his existence.

 

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1. Ru, By

Sometimes, when we wake,

in golden moments of desperation,

we grasp, in mind fog,

trying to remember,

where and when we are,

what responsibilities loom,

hoping, perhaps,

miraculously

it’s yesterday.

 

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