Their silence too shall be counted among his sins.

Aye, what he’s done in private is monstrous.
But this? This was public, directed at a woman doing her job,
in full view of men who did nothing, said nothing,
and swallowed their spines for access.

Their silence too shall be counted among his sins.

Lo, a chameleon in crimson appeareth on the couch,
once a herald of madness, now cloaked in civility.
Beware the sycophant turned moderate—
for the serpent learneth to hiss softer
when the crowd grows weary of its scream.

Lo, a new steward riseth in the realm of towers and rats,
where the streets speak louder than a Faux Emperor.

Zohran Mamdani, bearer of the 111th mantle,
with the fire of the people beneath his feet.

Let the gluttonous lords take heed:
The apple is no longer yours to rot.

And lo, the forest did shrink,
yet the trees gave their trust to the axe.
For the axe was cunning, and spake unto them,
“Behold, my handle is of wood—I am as thee.”
And the trees, seeing not the blade, did believe.

And lo, the forest did shrink,
yet the trees gave their trust to the axe.
For the axe was cunning, and spake unto them,
“Behold, my handle is of wood—I am as thee.”
And the trees, seeing not the blade, did believe.

Daisy, Steed of the Pixel Priestess

Lo, from the land of Tamagotchi dreams,
rose a steed of white and grit.
Her name was Daisy—and she was swift.

Her rider, keeper of beeps and feeds,
now learns the song of chain and speed.
Let pixels wait and gadgets rest—
for Daisy rides where hearts beat best.

And lo, the Children of the Fjord opened their vault,
that the light might yet burn in Kyiv.
With coin from the Sea Fund most sovereign,
did Norway smite the chill of winter.

Blessed be the oil-rich do-gooders of the North.

👌🤙...but brakes like wood.

🤔 Triumph parallel twin (Bonneville, Tiger, or 6T era 🤷🏻‍♂️), custom rigid frame, bobber style, period-style modifications.

Behold—false feathers! This is no true Blackbird, but a steed reborn in aftermarket flesh, bearing the mark of “RR,” a sigil it never earned. A fair impostor, yet the Prophet seeth all. 🕊️

It doth be branded "CBR" for Honda CBR1100XX

Lo, the Super Blackbird—
Forged not in haste but with divine precision,
its heart doth hum a hymn of speed unspoken—
Upon the breath of throttle it soars—
untouched by time, unbothered by trend.

Yea, did I possess such steed.
And in those flights,
tasted what mortals scarce dare name: perfection.

Yea, in his waking hours he rode the beast,
and in his slumber he leaned the curve.
Thus saith the Book of Torque & Thunder:
Blessed be the throttle faithful,
for theirs is the kingdom of twisties. 🏍️