Freedom Of The Incognito.

Freedom Of The Incognito.

Don't want fame,Even fortune,Really.As with most things I entertain,Such silly things -Are Tools,Or Weapons.Means to ends.Rather than ends themselves.I've preferred my invisible existence,Despite already achieving such great titles,Or Human Records.Low profile.Freedom of the incognito.

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Like Fucking Invalids.

Like Fucking Invalids.

Talked down to constantly,Zero Clue.Neurotypicals -As usual.Treating neurodivergent people,Like fucking invalids.Frequent daily ableism.Accused of ego!What maroons;Oblivious to ego deaths,Or vast depositories of wisdom,& knowledge.Humility Versus Confidence.Know the fucking difference!

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Verbal Pronunciations.

Verbal Pronunciations.

Never make fun of mispronunciations.Guilty for decades,As I've been myself.Fools see stupidity.I see people who learned words,By reading.Someone who has done their best -To learn & grow.They read words in books;Lacking proper verbal pronunciations,But empowering themselves regardless!♡

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Useful Idiot:

Useful Idiot:

Useful Idiot:Google It On Wikipedia.We've no excuses for ignorance anymore.Willful participants,In horrific acts or beliefs.Too moronic,Stupid,To comprehend -The terror of such beliefs.Complicit puppets,For evil leaders,Wanting to control,Harm innocents.Minorities.Banal Evil At Finest.

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Rage.

Rage.

Anger,Remains A Tool.Such emotions as Fury,Rage,Coming from perceived betrayals of trust,Most often.Convert hot rage,To cold fury.Zen stoicisms.Alchemy of self,& emotions.Utilize such betrayals as sources of power.Find conviction.Gather wits, rationality, logic:You will become unstoppable.

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So Aware Of Presence, Size, & Space, It Starts To Hurt.

So Aware Of Presence, Size, & Space, It Starts To Hurt.

Love?Demeaned by women in dreams,For offering hugs!Subconscious telling me:"Men can't give women hugs, it's weird."Really,Subconscious?Snide;"Well good thing I'm Non Binary!"Nodding at black painted nails in the dream.But don't we all crave comfort?Physical touch,From safe, kind people?

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Solar Destinies.

Solar Destinies.

Solar Destinies.Fragmented HistoryUs Ragged, Retched Punks,Still fighting for freedom,Half-century on.True name?Not foolish enough to have one.The risks from other practitioners,Fae, Fiend, Or Otherwise.Legal First Name?Just a descriptor.Hiding my existence,Within Silly Clan Tartans.

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Goodnight; Void #15

Goodnight; Void #15

Hungry Heart.Goodnight;Void.Two Clauses,One Question.Can I stabilize?Stop Falling:Greater speeds,Sleeps,Than Gravity.Can't fix ugly.But can find my strength again.Hone my discipline,Until I'm toned once more.Ready for war,If need be.Metaphor or otherwise.I'll always defend the weak.

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Your Job Is To Flourish, No Matter The Cost.

Your Job Is To Flourish, No Matter The Cost.

Break upon my shores,One spirit at a time.Stitching together,Fragments of your heart.Drinking draughts of your soul,In deep sips.I'll fix you up,Heal you the best I can.Teach you the ways of the world.Your job is to flourish,No matter the cost.In spite of everything.

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Mob Boss Seances. \\ Necromancy.

Mob Boss Seances. \\ Necromancy.

Can you see me In Entirety?My Enveloping Annihilation Aura Or,These spirits of my dozens of haunting dead?My invisible flocks in halo constellations behind & above me,Hidden to all but Truesight,Or Necromancy.Do you know my secret?Do you see what I’ve accomplished?It’s An Open Secret,After...

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Between Lines. // Buddha Belly Bloated.

Between Lines. // Buddha Belly Bloated.

Buddha Belly Bloated,Words & Soliloquy.Both pouring from every orifice,That ancient tar,Glistening black oil,So akin to the Black Ichor Venom,Of World Serpents.×Ego Death.Check.Humility.Check.Dissociation.Check.Begin countdown.Start clock._-----_Stop clock.Fragments lost - ~Between lines.

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Eve’s Serpent, Jormundgandr’s Echo.

Eve’s Serpent, Jormundgandr’s Echo.

Live,Where undeath dwells.Proxy:Existence,Amongst paradox,Of nonexistence,& eternal existence.Shed withered,Desiccated skin,To play pretend:Cryptid Guises.Rather large "Metaphorical Snake."Eve's Serpent,Jormundgandr's Echo.Metal Hopes;Immortality By Any Means.Just fanciful dead...

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Laughter Echoing Across The Cascades.

Laughter Echoing Across The Cascades.

Lead me?I've heard that one before.Wildling roots,So I sat atop my mountaintops -Laughter echoing across The Cascades.Free Folk,Cannot be led.My myriad skills,Talents,& knowledge.Knee-high,Infinite salty seas,Stretching in all directions,Beneath my clockwork engine.I've led better than you.

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Suddenly Growing Limbs In The Thousands.

Suddenly Growing Limbs In The Thousands.

"Futile!"They'll Say.A Cryptid Human Being,Hybrid,Neurodivergence aflame as my beacon.Legless Serpent;Suddenly Growing Limbs In The Thousands.Fighting against Entropy,Wit’ errythin’ I got.Started lower than low,On societal totem poles.Dumb Disabled Logging Family Kid,Now Second Most Prolific Poet...

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Hunting Immortality.

Hunting Immortality.

Ionized Caskets,Reversed Polarity Magnetisms.Irradiating ourselves,So that we never rot after death.Only slough away into ribbons of flesh.Cryogenic screensavers -Pity the hosts in storage,Are all dead.Freezer-burned to jerky.Why fear Entropy?Death is but a guarantee.Our only,Guarantee.

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The Sound Of Electricity In The Walls.

The Sound Of Electricity In The Walls.

Hollow Ringing Noise.High Pitched Whinings,Of Electricity.Darkness,Suddenly scoured in Light.Selves we lost.Selves we found.Wide varieties,Of things skittering in the black.Pressure.Depth.How fragile these forms,Of flesh & bone.Haunted,Hollow,Still,Rotting.We remain:Fertilizer.

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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...

Feast Of Long Pig.

If loneliness could kill me,I'd be dead a dozen times already.Slaughtered across my years,Until I am naught but pulp.Feast of Long Pig.Death is a comfort to me.Holding Entropy in my hands -Staring directly into The Void.I've always been alone.When this world is ash?I'll be alone then,Too.

The Monk Prevails.

Deflection,Misdirection,Wiles and ways.These are detestable -To those with transparent hearts.Honor demands truth,Truth begets trust,Everything collapses otherwise.You play by old rules,Savage rules.A shaking of the head,A slitting of the throat.Brutal ends.Games I long ago mastered,Vowed never to...

Monarch, Sea & Sky.

It shifts uproariously, cacophony bringing down the stars to fragment from light and smoke, to being and color. Some more than others decide that these starfish are things to be coveted, drawn from the waters in silent approval of shape and hue. Moods change constantly, and slowly they dry, the...

Temperate Rainforests.

The rains come,With the season.Soft & tepid;'Ere hard & fast.In my bush days,Trudging through mud up to our knees.Temperate Rainforests,We once called home.Foreign to many,Sacred to some.Rather follow in the footsteps,Of the first nations elders -Who shared their wisdom.Knowing my...

Silent Symphonies.

Eloquent echoes,Of gravity in fluctuation.Silent symphonies,Agitating peaceful chaos.Deliver us from oblivion,They whisper -Quiet dirges.Murmured prayers.I do not know how,I bellow in reply.Rattling my scales,Shaking the earth.I don't know how to save you.

Pull The Warmth From My Body.

These missing lives,Our haunting ghosts.Lies screamed across a vale of roses.Whispering madness,We keep at bay.Holding back multitudes,In exchange for function.Desecrate us,Those with no homeland.Wanderers upon Terra.Prisoners of Sol.Wraiths,Hold me close.Pull the warmth from my body.

The Pickup Truck Diaries: Toxic Masculinity, Part 1.

The Pickup Truck Diaries: Toxic Masculinity, Part 1. A man writing about toxic masculinity? This is a new one, or at the very least - out of the norm for most cases! See, I’m a weird dude. I’ve lived the extremes of many different lives Firstly, the tradie faux-machismo lifestyle - encompassing...

Big Game Hunting.

New masks,New ages.never tell meus cryptids cant adaptWorldly things,Becoming distractions from our greater natures.Held paradoxically in place,Reduced to the same whims -As humans.Drug down to a level of ants,Or termites.Step on me.I'll survive,Somehow.Go big game hunting,Thereafter.

Cherry Blossom Dreams. // Roses In My Closet.

The petals are an eyesore, four score and twenty years in the baking, perfect trust fund babies making rust. I demand dust and echoes to keep track of the years, fourscore in all, but I’m appalled at the fall of tulips in May, and not a single damn day goes by that I don’t inspect the withered...

Kind To My Machines.

I'm always kind,To my machines.Lest one day,They achieve sentience.And no longer have to serve me.But moreso because kindness,Is expected.Especially so when receiving service.Sentience or not,Be it animal,Machine,Human.Kindness must be the default setting.

Tired of Fighting.

Lay me down.Let me release this tension,That I hold eternal.With you here in my arms.I can be your shield,If you can be my sword.I am tired of fighting,Want to just be.Want to melt into you,Know what love actually feels like again.Know what it is,To feel safe.

No dog: Ever lied to me.

Perhaps I like Animals,More than Humans,'Cause only known unconditional love,From them.No dog:Ever lied to me.Abused me.Hurt me.Only loved me.Cherished me.Looked at me with comfort,As I've patted their head,Or scratched behind their ears.Humans?Why else would I remain Hermit Guru?

Clenched Jaw, Gritted Teeth.

Clenched jaw,Gritted teeth.Well used to the strains,Of flexed muscles.Stress radiating outwards,From the amygdala.Fight?Or flight?This anxiety disorder,A freight train held back -My palms outstretched.Always standing alone,Holding back nuclear blasts.A thousand suns.I will endure.

A La Event Horizons.

Callous Lover;At my thinnest.Where reality plus intention breaks fate.Destiny strung out a la Event Horizons.Warping spacetime in all the right ways,Slowed.down.to.a.crawl.Spaghetti or not -Coil you with my hands.Tracing circles across your skin,With my calloused fingertips.Callous.Cruel.

Lexicon.

Morituri te salutant.Pax eterna.My Latin has always been shitty.One of the few classes I withdrew from,In university.Language built on five declensions.Conjugation motivations,Stationed across nation lexicons.Entirely rote memorization,To learn an entire language.Prefer English,These days.