Outside The Bell Curves Of Fluid Dynamics.

Outside The Bell Curves Of Fluid Dynamics.

The repetition of waves,Crashing & lapping against shores.Yet, every wave is different.Somehow a unique variation -On Density,Volume,Mass.No two waves, ever sounding alike,Outside the bell curves of Fluid Dynamics.Still See The World As A Wash Of Atoms.Still See You -As A Wash Of Atoms,Too.

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Win-Win, Motherfuckers.

Win-Win, Motherfuckers.

Buffet dumping.Icahn cutting deals.Smell fires all across the tops,Of skyscrapers.Each;Blazing beacon of blue flame.Must visit each in turn.Cryptid beyond Reality,Choosing simple guises of devils -Or demons,Of all genders.Easier to avoid breaking minds,That way.Win-Win,Motherfuckers.

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ACAB.

ACAB.

Says a lot;That I'd feel safer in my home -With a hunting shotgun in my closet,Than to ever rely on cops.Here in Canada,Six month boot camp in Regina,Then they get shipped out to the boonies;To represent the power of the state!Usually doing more harm than good.ACAB.Police are just...

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Sunday Snoozing;

Sunday Snoozing;

Sunday Snoozing;Even when every dream -Has somebody tryin’ to kill me.Each time,Only intending to get comfortable in bed -But succumb back into my curse,Drifting away to sleep for hours.Sleep Apnea,Nightmares,That leave me with permanent dark circles,Bags beneath my eyes.Fatigued,With all this.

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Death Squads In The Streets.

Death Squads In The Streets.

Same dreams,As if I just know by now,My subconscious is stuck on a loop.Packing to leave.ALWAYSGathering my shit to go:Everything I own.Last night?Even worse,Cruel local tyrants -Driving out us queers,Neurodivergents,People of color.Can't own a home,Then,Death Squads in the streets.

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Don’t Glorify Your Suffering.

Don’t Glorify Your Suffering.

My trauma makes me strong.My trauma makes me weak. Wielding experience like a baseball bat -Full of sharp nails,Wreathed in barbed wire. Don't glorify your suffering.Strength in mere survival.No flags to wave. Despise Victim Olympics. My trauma makes me weak.My trauma makes me strong.

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Crooked Fingers To Lips.

Crooked Fingers To Lips.

There's silence,When silence is enforced.Crooked fingers to lips,Regardless of volume. Withered ghosts -Growing angry,With each breath,Each heartbeat. Too loud. Until they can't take it anymore,Clawing & cleaving & cracking. If our hearts;Lungs,Stop? It can be...

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Goodnight Void #39

Goodnight Void #39

Goodnight Void.Power In Repetition.Bidding abyss goodnight,As if Entropy cares at all.No.You just are.Always have been.Come from nothing,Return to nothing.Only guarantee,Assurance,That we ever get.My immortality?Cheap kind.Haunt My Work,My Homeworld.So call my ghost,If,When,You need me.

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linguistics twisting diatribes into powerful witchcraft

linguistics twisting diatribes into powerful witchcraft

This Midnight Spell;I'll Wind Truth Into Patterns.Concoct Ciphers Of Cacophony.Counting down.Piling up.How many soul shards,Are truly, true art?Which are heedless dregs,Better amongst the edges of the scrap pile.An old job I relished:Foreman of the scrap piles.That shall be our fuel:The struggles...

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Love As Tool, Weapon, Goal.

Love As Tool, Weapon, Goal.

Choose to do battle with Love.In It.Beside It.Filled With It.Around It.Holding It.In palm -Alongside other Hallowed Hollows;My Infinite Hunger.This Endless Supply Of Cold Rage -Burning hot as sealed furnaces,Blue Flame Cold Fusion.My Pacifism Demands Effort:Love As Weapon,Tool,Goal.

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Gaslight Nightmares.

Gaslight Nightmares.

Laugh With Me!Trauma,All that bloodshed.Gaslight Nightmares.Proper detectives,True crime analysis,Trapped inside Victorian tones.Entropy is waiting for us.Can we laugh at that?Wanting to go raging against the dying,Of any lights,Really.Supervillainy to One,As Horror,Another,A Mere Helper.

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Annoyance With Buddhist Principles. \\ “Make It So.”

Annoyance With Buddhist Principles. \\ “Make It So.”

Make It So.As if Reality itself were merely plaything.Creation of fictional universes,Thousands of possible foils,Or mirrors.I've fought hard,As Witch.To remain in this dimension,Annoyance with Buddhist Principles,Like divine suffering.Warp Fate & Destiny,As if Paintbrushes,Or Sighs.

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Buddy Slang.

Buddy Slang.

This world is smaller than we think.Six Degrees Of Separation.Except my Clan's strings -Range in exponential dozens of woven webs.Fast & Many.Seeking new experiences.So we build networks,In rather old fashioned senses.Canadianism.Buddy Slang,Friend of a Friend,Meet new people,Kind of way.

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Humanity On Dopamine Drips.

Humanity On Dopamine Drips.

Instagram?75% Advertisements.TikTok?Asians in the corners of stolen content,With green screens,Pointing at the stolen content.Forced to work algorithm farms abroad for pennies.Twitter?Racist neo-nazi hellscape,Shadowbans aplenty.Social Media is a fucking disease,The benefits no longer outweigh the...

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Run Riot Upon The Universe.

Run Riot Upon The Universe.

Grinding perfection,One piece at a time.Doing our best to craft greatness.Cyclical force,Crossed with gravitational waves.The pull of entropy is strong.This is our time,Our story.Let's run riot upon the universe,To see what comes next.

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Innocence Lost.

Innocence Lost.

The violence,Was so ordinary -As to be commonplace.Battlegrounds of fists,Kicks,Hockey sticks & window bars.Precious things destroyed,Innocence lost,Decades ago.Play witness to brutality,Echoes of a dozen tragedies.How many of my pupils,Do you think I've seen buried?

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Redemption Arcs.

Redemption Arcs.

Satan,In lace.As ever.Darker days ahead.Humanity,Reflected in black & orange.Some of us demons,Chose different names.Truer virtues.They speak of redemption,Something I don't want.Monsters like us?We walk alone.Atone in our own ways,For old sins.Softly sing alone.

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Grief Is Strange.

Grief Is Strange.

Hello,All my former lovers.Shall we pick apart a dozen reasons,Why things didn't work out?Crossed wires,'Ere harsh truths?Hah.I'm not that much of a fuckhead.Some of you?I'll love until the day I die.Let's keep our mourning in our back pocket,Instead.Grief is strange.

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Apocalypse In Slow Motion.

Apocalypse In Slow Motion.

Take it slow -An apocalypse in slow motion.Lest we tell the tale,Of a sundered world.What of we demigods?What shall we do with this power,We've stolen?Us endangered cryptids.There have been a hundred ends.This time,I want a beginning.Can you promise me that,At least?

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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...

Cruelty Is Passe.

Cruelty Is Passe.Ugly work of tyrants,Kings,Monarchs.Those whom use fear:Both tool -Plus weapon.Used to call me cruelest,Of all.My pretty words,Cutting deep into muscle fibers,Of thy hearts.Do you think I enjoy despair?Disgusting.Crave laughter.Smiles.After such a dark, sordid past.

The Pickup Truck Diaries: Boundaries & Change.

Fuck me. A lot has happened in a relatively short while, so this one might be a little personal, but honestly… That’s kinda what these Pickup Truck Diaries are about, right? Using the context of my strange and well-lived life to provide some sort of awareness or education, and maybe a forced laugh...

Goodnight, Void #1109

Goodnight,Void.Tonight,Not-knit one cryptid -Baskets fulla children's bones.Roaming furry hominid,Traipsing woods & forests,In plaid.Black Moly Grease stained clothes.Nice clothes.Work clothes.No clothes.More clothes.Process.Are ya flirtin' with me right now?Because it's working,Eh?

The Long Road Home.

One more!For the road.The Long Road Home,Calling.Space twixt life & death,Reserved for coming to terms,With our actions.Old philosophies,Fragments of religions -Cobbled together decades ago.Self reflection is key.Walking with yourself,Looking inwards,A hard thing,For most humans.

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like a rabid dogignorant in blissnose dragging us towardgood thingbig thinggreat thingsimple thoughtscomplex endsgood lifehard lifeno life ---> <--- Follow Dance Instructions. \/ Eloquence Is Wasted Upon The Masses -Outside Seeking Savants,To Drag Out Their Potentials.making...

Emperor Of Light & Dark.

Emperor,Of light & dark.Perhaps a prince of twilight,Touching the event horizon -Of thousands of black holes.Where dark & light meet.Fuck the sun.Fuck the void.Kubrick Stares,Fold out mirror infinities.Palm of one,Fist of another.Gentle.Strong.Brutal.Pacifist.Me.

Red Giants.

Coiled across atmospheres, Faint shimmers against a moon. Where black scales reflect, Absorbing light. Infinite pull, Should the gravity crank to eleven. Alas! Your tiny star, Poor aging Sol. Goldilocks of Goldilocks. Mere four billion years, A red giant - Devouring you...

The Pickup Truck Diaries: Education.

Now… I’ve been sitting on this one for a while. Almost a year, in fact. That’s largely because about a year ago I was in the middle of making my exit from the fucking gongshow that is public education in Canada.  And trust me - at least here in British Columbia?  Public education is a...

Goodnight Void #600

Goodnight, void.I'd rather be pulled into the dreams of others than suffer in my nightmares alone.If I'm forced to fight,Killing to live as always?Let my struggle be in pursuit of protection,To guard other dreamers -Obey other dreamers -Finally be of some use.…I never was of much use.

Hardly Beyond Apes.

Perhaps Not.Maybe my faith was always misguided,Relying on people stupider than I,To seek knowledge & wisdom.But paths of least resistance -Hardly work that way.Wanted to see my species shine;Breaking free of evolutionary shackles,Such as Tribalism.Yet they're hardly beyond apes.Sad.

Individualism.

Don't beg for change -Even when I'm at my limits.Not that I have anything against Mutual Aid,Just that I care about Honour.Used to survive on scraps,In darker shades of poverty.Surviving is what we do.Would a hundred grand make life easier?Sure would.But I shy away from handouts,Entirely.

Foul Poet.

Thy poetry,The poet.Desolate,Trapped within the thousand yard stare.Soul held in stasis,Contemplating the self too deeply,Becoming trapped in the void.Rampancy.Madness.Oblivion follows.This can be no truer sign,Foul poet.Wretched agonizing of purpose,Lost forever.

Dancing Macabre.

Some of us,Channel spirits -Of old,Dead.Demigods.Warping reality with willpower.Hungering at immortality.Need beyond needs.Wanting knowledge like addiction.Yet.Handicapped by mortality.We reach beyond time,In echoes of ourselves.Leaving damaged fragments of self.'Ere we listen,To fragmented...

HUNGER.

Lay me in pieces,Can never be enough.Hundred thousand gaping maws,A need to fill them all.As if my own hunger t'were satiable.Ceasing.If only this gluttony could end.I could live.Always wanting for more.Hungering ever-still.No human existence,Could ever sate me.

You Don’t Deserve My Secrets.

What a fucking DANCE,Eh?!What fucking STAKES,Beyond my expectations!Yeehaw!World Record,On the cusp.MOASS looming.My last stand,You could say.Plus all the other plots -I'll never speak outside my circles.The real stand alone complexes.Fuck you.You don't deserve my secrets.Very few do.