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TVs, Old-Stlye & Green Screens

So much bullshit,

but with enough elements of truth,

to convince

and scare you to the core.

This thing they present as factual entertainment,

wherein elaborate make-up and special effects,

in scope and scale,

are behind only actors’ pay,

advertizers’ money,

fabrications

and lies.

 

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Red Luna (Illawarra Mercury)

I too am an outsider,

apart from the clique.

I too am a Fellow Traveler,

riven by angst,

rejection,

pain,

dejection:

what good deep thinking

and best intentions

in this shallow world?

… We try,

we really try,

and we die.

Futility engulfs,

hearts and minds sneer. …

Misunderstood,

scorned, we retreat,

inevitable defeat,

we despair:

base, self-centred adversaries

always seem

to ace.

 

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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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Joseph McCarthy

Sexualized Ukrainian orphan girls…

American dreams do come true.

 

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Drpping Tap (RTL.Au)

The tap keeps dripping…

Relentless,

remorseless,

uncaring, it seems,

that with each additional drip,

it is stealing another piece of my life.

 

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Nuclear Depth Bomb - USS Agerholm, 1962

Close, or

from a distance,

it’s hard to tell the difference.

Beginning or end,

enemy or friend.

Give it up,

pretense and defense,

succumb to inevitable,

depravity of senses,

depth charge

and obliteration.

 

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Dozhd, Okno

Another day, dull and suffocating,

where the only thing light

is the rain,

in between

heavy downpours.

Contradictions,

hard-luck

and compromises.

My soul bleeds.

 

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Tumbleweed, Desert

Inspiration lost,

banality found,

welcome to “the real world”,

life on the ground.

 

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Erich Honecker

These days, I find much comfort

sitting on my hands,

palms up.

Remembering

his enigmatic pseudo-smile,

Mona Lisa flip-side.

 

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Golf

So goes a man

at ease

with the futility of his existence.

 

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