Chapter 48: Don’t Question The Man-Child’s Faith

“Pornographer, perhaps. Blasphemer, no!” ardently, he said.

“Now, look into the camera, and spread.”

 

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Chapter 47: Dreams Of Endless Growth (aka Fake Progress)

Further down the rabbit hole of compromise we go.

Many lies we tell ourselves, in this world to survive.

 

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Chapter 46: Weltschmerz, Forlorn

Tuesday, I was briefly happy.

In 1875, I was not yet born.

 

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Chapter 45: Purpose, Happiness?

Chasing after something that doesn’t exist…

Lasting happiness.

 

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Chapter 44: Another Day, Another Night, Watching the Sky, Human Flight…

Winter night.

I go out and look at the sky.

Stars abundant and bright.

I’m impressed, as always,

natural wonderment at firmament,

but distracted, as artificial flashing lights

catch my eye. … Aircraft.

And the moment is lost.

Now, all I can focus on

is the banal, the human where and why.

(Where are they going, and why? …

As if this fallen world is so great!)

I am glad, at least, that human travel in space is minimal

and am mindful enough to pray it remains so.

For, where people go,

they tend to destroy,

exploit,

desecrate.

Even in their dreams.

 

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Chapter 43: Overhead, Military Aircraft Fly. Inside, My Very Being Cries.

Those heavy airplanes, droning loudly,

an American told me it’s the sound of freedom, rejoice!

I don’t.

Once the noise from above gets into your head,

it gets into your everything,

vibrations,

a horrible, visceral kind of rape,

a violation of body and mind.

Cacophonous, staccato, adagio,

and droning,

contradictory,

and all-encompassing

deep, intensive, droning.

On and on they fly.

How many can there be?

What are they carrying?

Cargo, bombs, materiel?

Where are they going?

Fighting terrorism?

(“Please…”)

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My head throbs.

I hate the present, I fear the future.

On and on, the droning goes.

This is the sound of tyranny.

*This* is terrorism.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Chapter 42: Perfidy & Betrayal, History & Today, Despicable Acts, Sooner Or Later, Always… (aka: Trust No One, People Suck, It’s Official, It’s In The Bible!)

Enemies, and friends,

family members, near and dear,

*will* stab you in back.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Chapter 41: Imposition

Under influence,

of debauched interactions,

enemies impose.

 

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Chapter 40: A Plea, To Deaf Ears & Blind Eyes…

Oozing neediness,

still, no one will come to help,

smiling as I drown.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Chapter 39: Red Streets Of Berlin

Blind Freddy could see,

Murderous rampage: Nazis.

Red streets of Berlin.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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