Jesting Jestering Fool.

Jesting Jestering Fool.

Lest Gauges Drop,Across These Dusty Gallows.T'were desolation that called us home.Very root of madness:To have no home -Yet beset by constant calls,Voices all screaming in unison inside . our heads . Cull the rich.Free the enslaved.A Cartoon Supervillain.Jesting Jestering Fool.

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In Attempts To Seal Me For Another Thousand Years.

In Attempts To Seal Me For Another Thousand Years.

Try Your Rituals,In Attempts To Seal Me For Another Thousand Years.Prolonging A Herald Of Apocalypse,Does Not Forestall Said Apocalypse.Merely deprives the innocent,Of any herald whatsoever.Don't even get warnings to run,Before burning to cinders.How cruel."Cackle For A Madman."Fools,We.

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“But Some Times Just Because.”

“But Some Times Just Because.”

Old Ladies,Sitting together on the back balcony,In the sun.Wind blowing through the dappled deciduous trees.Wind chimes softly ringing,Dull gongings,To softest tinkles.One -Mind's gone.Other -On her way,Perhaps.Madness Is As Madness Does,As Was."But Some Times Just Because."Fools,We.

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Retching Up Bleach & Ammonia, After Drinking Mustard Gas.

Retching Up Bleach & Ammonia, After Drinking Mustard Gas.

This is a discordant melody,Only you can hear.No two the same,Mine conjured differently,From yours.Let it linger in thy guts,Festering like nerve gas.Retching up Bleach & Ammonia,After drinking Mustard Gas.What does yours sound like,I ponder?Mine?Faint wind chimes,I'll tell only that.

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Goodnight, Void #9014

Goodnight, Void #9014

Goodnight,Void.Goodnight.& again.& again.Until I can't anymore.Foolish Old Lady,I Am.Dreaming of utopias,Despite my long legacy of darkness.When my last candle is extinguished,Perhaps then,My bones can play home -Ribcage as rafters,Spine as roofing.My silly little stories,As myths.

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Broken Clauses, Fractured Syntax.

Broken Clauses, Fractured Syntax.

New Strangers?Or Old Ones?As silverback -Picking at grass to munch.Ignoring shenanigans.Most Humans know not to piss them off.But I'm a Non Binary Cryptid.Just an outer husk;Only the shell of a Human remains.Broken Clauses,Fractured Syntax.No stranger is foolish enough to rile me,Surely?

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Drinking No Brandy At 12am On A Thursday.

Drinking No Brandy At 12am On A Thursday.

Drinking No Brandy At 12am On A Thursday.Where Old Allusions -Fall flat like soda pop.Scholars don't know I exist,Much less that my existence,Is such!California Sober.As Per The Willie Nelson Song.Old "Salaryman Blues.""Morris Stegosaurus,"Crashed on my couch.Maybe knew old girlfriends.

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Goodnight Void #9007

Goodnight Void #9007

Goodnight Void.'Ere Midnight Comes,This Old Crone,Some Baba,Lone Witch.Fuck Covens.Anarchists Always Fight For Freedom.Best Praxis We Can,To Uplift All Downtrodden.My Blood Curse -Isn't Enough.Swimmin' Downstream,'Gainst Nine Billion Salmon.Trying to get back to the ocean.Never spawn.

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Yoda fucked off to Dagobah,

Yoda fucked off to Dagobah,

Big Brother?Only Child;These Days.Alone -Only Me Left Now.Regardless Of Former Histories,Of Dead Selves,Or Slander Against My Scorned Names.I REMAIN.CLANLESS.namelessAs Hermit Gurus're Wont To Do.Yoda fucked off to Dagobah,To live in a swamp.Why should my summit peaks,Be so retch-ed?

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Pressed Tight Against The Glass.

Pressed Tight Against The Glass.

Perhaps Not Politesse -Faux Pas;As t'were.Walking Into Every Room -In Company Of Dozens.Haunting Each Home,As We Roam.Dearest Companions -Lost Comrades -A Slough Of Dead Men.Slewn.Shrive Answers Beyond Ones I Offer -Sudden Blood Curse Upon Your Head!My Infinite Hunger -Leering.Pressed Tight...

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They ain’t dead, ’til you are.

They ain’t dead, ’til you are.

They ain't dead,'til you are.Maybe that's a simple wisdom,Before I disappear into the dark.Carrying them on tethers,From your heart to theirs.Dragging them along with you as witnesses,The comforts of one's flock of ghosts.Monuments To Madness.That's All I Offer Beyond That.Only Ghosts.

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Eulogy For Billy.

Eulogy For Billy.

Tonight;Eulogy For Billy.Deserves One Hell A Good Epitaph.Seventeen,Stupid,Picking Him Up For Work From The Rez.Outta Prison,Speaking Wisdom.Heart To Hearts,As we hefted literal boulders together -Clambering upon belts.Watched me take a rusty spike covered in heavy metals -To my gut.

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My Crooked Yellow Grins, Lighting Up The Void.

My Crooked Yellow Grins, Lighting Up The Void.

Forget The Rest.Here.Now.Not Decades Back,Picking Rocks From Woodwaste On Conveyor Belts.Literally picking fucking stones.William is dust.Bradburne looms darkly.My Crooked Yellow Grins,Lighting Up The Void.Same Entropy I bid goodnight,for everRepetition In Milliseconds:Present.A Gift.

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American Spellings Be Damned.

American Spellings Be Damned.

Devil You Know,I'm Not A Devil You Don't.Pluck Away Down In Georgia -Crossroads Runs Back To My Corpse.Kept crawling from my grave,Even as they shoveled in dirt.Kept slurring Oxford Commas in Splices,Settling upon favouring them nonetheless.American Spellings Be Damned.Gonna do what I want.

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Last Dance?

Last Dance?

Last Dance?So seldom,Yet still a thing I love.Forgetting who we are,just moving for a while.Sweat in buckets,Succumb to our dopamine deficit for a while.Music In One Clenched Palm.Raw Jagged Motion In Another.Jokes About Chocolate & Peanut Butter -Handing out tropes & archetypes,for free

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Mountain Origins, Lost.

Mountain Origins, Lost.

Told You What Beautiful Sadness Was,Years Ago.Public.In Writing.Can You Blame Me?I'm waltzing alone,At the end of the world.Hermit Guru: Ballet-toeing my granite edges.How many times,Sitting on edge of oblivion?Legs kicking back & forth,Arms crossed behind my head.Mountain Origins,Lost.

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Graph Paper.

Graph Paper.

World's Ending.Trendlines.Graph Paper.Got No Time,For Dipshit Kin,Or Foolish Strangers.If Slang Crude Be True,To Mine Own Self Be Slew.Crooked Write Angles,Ninety Degrees Wrong.Still See The Universe As Atoms.You're Still Involved Within The Former.Impress Me;Or Abscond,Motherfuckers.

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You’ve No. Fucking. Idea.

You’ve No. Fucking. Idea.

Cackling At Grindset Culture,As If I Haven't Lived Five Times In Exponentials,What Normal Folk Do.Living & Dying Faster Than The Rest.White Hairs,Bald Head,My Patchwork Mazes Of Scars.Tattoos Butchered In Rock & Gravel -To Wrinkles At My Eyes & Cheeks When I Smile.You've No. Fucking....

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Heretic.

Heretic.

Lapses in divinity,I hath forgiven less.But cannot ever match the kill count,Of the gods.Abrahamic,Nor pantheon.Fie,Immortals.With your power?I'd have already gifted them utopia.You're better off dead,Buried.Your followers freed from ignorance.Gifted knowledge.

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The Pickup Truck Diaries: “The Second Most Prolific Poet In History” & Goal Setting.

Let’s start this edition of The Pickup Truck Diaries with a rhetorical question: “How does one go about achieving the goals they’ve set for themselves?” I’ll give you a few minutes to pause and think about that. Most folks have already started churning their brains into realistic “brass tacks”...

Central Universe Science Fiction Shorts: An Update!

Campfire. Come gather 'round the campfire. Let me tell you a story. Several small ones, in fact! It started a month or two ago, when I had a bunch of hits on "Our Better Angels" via the 'ol analytics. Now, I've been running this little business for half a decade - so out of neurotic perfectionism,...

McRae’s MTG Corner: The Rainbow Bible. (AKA The Rukarumel “Gay Pirates!” Tribal Tribal CEDH Primer.)

WARNING: This piece clocks in at 62,000+ words. It currently holds the record for longest "CEDH Primer" ever written. (Although it's more like a textbook or resource guide to Tribal Archetypes, and Rainbow/5c Magic, really.) It is over half the size of my sci fi books. Please remember to drink...

McRae’s MTG Corner: Tempo For Dummies (Especially For Commander.)

Aight, we back yet again. Somehow in my long years of being an L1 Judge and Modern and EDH player, I had never realized that learning tempo in Magic The Gathering is a rather visceral experience, in that you learn experientially. For the layman, that means that you have to learn that deep sense of...

McRae’s MTG Corner: Siloing CEDH & EDH

Ew, I got CEDH in my EDH… Today we’re here to talk about power levels in the casual commander format, as well as how to encourage better CEDH & EDH play by more carefully separating the two formats despite their strange interwoven nature. As a “retired” L1 Judge for Magic: The Gathering, I’m...

Missing Gardens.

I miss my gardens,The emptiness of running.The intimacy of sex.Somehow,In seeking freedom -Escape from those that sought,Who still seek to harm me -I lost important pieces of myself.The stringent dominion over growth,The release of the mind into trance.Lost too much.

Weaving New Curses Into My Bones.

This grief,Hangs heavy.Swelling my aura so quickly,My Blood Curse cannot drink it all.Being powerless,Most enraging thing in existence.Conversion via witchcraft -To cold fury,Enough to power a billion lightbulbs.Weaving new curses into my bones -Until I am whole.

Keep It Smouldering.

Naught but ideology.I remember,Going for beers with professors -Picking from their brains.The world exists as interwoven rules,Social contracts,Philosophies,Indoctrinations.There is a right way to think -Valuing autonomy,Justice,Honor,Ethics.I'll keep it smouldering.

Jerking Upon Strings.

These are the easy riddles.Before a Zeitgeist catches my scent,Running me down with hounds,Or spotlights.Cryptic Cryptids;Out of requirement.For all you know,Even I,For all my prancing?Am merely another puppet,Jerking upon strings.Half Vaudeville.Half Mystery.So.Please.Riddle Me This:

Emulate.

We grow in fits & starts,Faster when we have role models,To emulate. I'm a piss-poor example.Riddled with sin & sacrilege,A self-proclaimed villain,Remember? Why would anyone -Want to copy me?It's not like fortitude,Can be learned by watching others. I've always stood alone.How...

Skipping Ahead Through Time.

Another city.Another place.Fallen.Destroyed.Skipping ahead through time,Watching another downfall -Again & again.Daytime dreaming,Allies,Pupils,Lovers.Betrayals.Is my subconscious telling me -That I will fight,& fight,Forever,Only to always fail?What wisdom can I take from that?

Firmly Inside My Head.

Magic Is Mathematics.Both As Game;Or Ritual.Some Ciphers Written In Thousands,Codex Lines Torn.Pages Missing.Keep Most My Secrets,Firmly Inside My Head.Plots.Plans.Hopes. // I'm so tired of people.No matter how powerful my Blood Curse -Fatigue eventually creeps in. \\ Lone Witch.

MORE FOR THEM. LESS FOR US.

Alright,ENOUGH.NO MORE blatheringplease Remember the Monks of The Himalayas;Learn to stopper thy bottle -Of Infinite Creation. if we let it,it'd eat us all upspewing twenty four sevenuntil we died MORE FOR THEM.LESS FOR US. :Count your sins,Little Witches.They come back to haunt you.

Ugliest Monster: Demands Great Romance.

Living Hyperbole:Wide grins,As ever.Forgotten ideas for me?Lost forevermore.Beyond my undeath,In various forms -All of which I consent to,For science!"I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire."Spots of Ink.Spilled across pages.Ugliest Monster:Demands Great Romance.Perfect Paradox!Good.

Picking Muscle Fibers, From Between Teeth.

Would you like me to call you "Queen?"It'd be short lived.Inverse praying mantis syndrome.Eating rich.A monarch counts.Butterfly King,Or otherwise.All smiles.Picking muscle fibers,From between teeth.But yes,I can romance you first,If you'd like.Us Fey?Choose wording,Very carefully.

Ouroboros Bloom.

Faux:Folle;Fou. Vraiment Faux;Jormundgandr.Ragnarok.Ouroboros Bloom. Splitting at seams,Spilling out sides,Sliding snide,Shriving shied.Spiderweb Shining In Moonlight. Tiny Orange Spiders,Living,In My Green-Algae-Growing Pickup's Driver-Side-Mirror,Bugs We Take With Us On Roadtrips.

The Art of Flycatching.

The Art of Flycatching:One learns speed,First,To move quicker than the eyes can follow.Fast hands,Faster punches.Kill a man,Twice before he hits the ground.Unfortunately,People will fear you.Greater minds will feel at ease around you.Watch the mosquito land.Watch the proboscis probe,Watch the...

Taskmaster.

Try harder, You pathetic weakling. Thy taskmaster has returned. The time for frailty is over, Your training shall now resume. Rip your heart from your chest, Thrust it towards the heavens - Cursing the names, Of a dozen dead gods. Leylines of memory - Held in predator wiles. Keep what you kill,...

Meat & Bone.

You're just a sack of meat,& bone.Water,& wisdom.Cherished life,Worth living.To make life better for those,Who come after us.The laws of nature -Hunt.Kill.Eat.Repeat.Savage.Brutal.True.Hoard knowledge,Evolve beyond the beast,They painted us to be.Meat or not.

Keep Moving.

We keep moving.It's all we can do.So used to others kicking our legs out,From under us,That our wounds heal quick.Concrete grated palms or skinned knees,Learning to tuck and roll,When we bailed.With Fortitude;We survivalists stand back up.Pick our directions,Then start walking yet again.