As I type this, each tic
of the keys creates the words
like morse code taping
prayers into your frequencies.
I feel a bit closer.
I feel a bit louder.
I feel a bit stronger.

S.O.S. lovely.
I pray you make haste
because I’m in this maze
in this sinking ship.
I got lost in my lonely heart
that pumps out the salty, icy, water
I’ve filled it with.

I don’t want to be undiscovered –
a rusted relic with a riddle
yet revealed
because you were the key
that unlocks me with the notes
and frees my heart with the sound
of “I love you.”

I pray to hold you,
to kiss you,
to know you,
to love you,
to be given a name for you
my nameless.

I pray and hope by God’s grace
that he’ll deliver my prayers
so I’ll be delivered
you

Until then,
you keep safe.
Until then,
you stay strong.
Until then,
I’ll keep loving you.

I pray if I don’t find your life jacket,
I pray should we never meet,
that I’ll meet you beyond this surface.
on the other side of the morning.

CQ CQ  ME-UR1 I wait for you. Do you copy?
CQ CQ  ME-UR1 I'm waiting for you. Come Back?

The space cadet needs a new face
It has to have fun
It needs to learn how to manipulate darkness
The new space cadet needs to spew evil out of its guitar and encourage the crowd to stomp it to death
The battle between good and evil was a thing of the 60s. The flower children say they 'fizzled out' but the truth is they lost.
Now its all covert.
Now we're spies
Undercover
The flower children's death gave birth to new factions
Star children, spider kids, the punks, etc.
I aspire to create a new faction because I see a lot of people around me who seem lost just like me but every band needs a frontman
Every faction needs someone on the front lines.
Someone so fed up that they snapped at the system. When you do that you need to be careful so you don't snap yourself. Your self confidence and your confidence in your cause must be unbreakable. You must confront the red seas unshaken and bare the brunt of the first blow. I'm not sure what I'm talking about yet but when I do you'll know it.
I suppose my sign will be the buck
All these factions work for the same organization. We are in your books. We're in your music. We're on your television. We're in your breakfast cereal.
God is dead and the devil lives in heaven. Forever working to dillute us.
We live in its illusion.
Jack is in the box.
The black iron prison.
I am recruiting.
I'm in trouble.
I need help.

Procedural drama binge with no sound

Sunday, July 20, 2025
7:46 PM

dittydawdidah roger out or something,

mind games temptations, challenge
for attention, what's init for the provider,

how much is my attention worth, if you
pay for me, my attention paid to a hook,

- lend me y'ear, I'll owe y'one. Trust me.

jive comment
below the belt, girdle
of truth, helm of salvation
crown of creation onit al askew, Wonder
if wombed man Amazon wounds make lief
be told slow whole truth und nada mas,
Jesus tie relief knots. Hold your horses,
think we got all the time in ever, not the world
truth snarls pulled tight hold all the good we do

lasso make Hasayampa curse just lift off like,
Ecce ****, read by a monolingual American,
with no empty canabinoid receptors, awake,

bearing polished perfectly fine, using idle
how are you, fine, me, too, finer and finer

type cast as the wounded warrior honor bound,
duty to the cause,
because the cause is liberty,

to be libertine? Perish, with the thought.
Liberal rations, fair share at the lust level,
as the dissatisfaction mongers create increase
they increase who swallow the slop, sobbing, so,
that increase must be shared with all stake holders,
including addicts made to believe the mission duty,


they payback for the grace of god, doncha feelit, close
happy clapping sing along songs that are infact vows,

oh, the emotions know the difference, ha, not so, oh
no, the deed done, even in your dreams, mirror neurons,
always ready direct first precept acceptors locked slotted,
into the channel coming down, looping the aorta,
before expression, or word- signaling the dare, bet me

nano tech polarized loop enforcing food
for thought, see
the tell, make believe,
the liar's game is mortal essential,
school of all the rules, remember the losses,
weigh the wins.

This was the end.
Then it wasn't.
That's all.
This is it.

We won, we just left be reality. It was easy,
the first time it worked, it always worked, we just
had been lied to so long we had to die to unbelieve hell.