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Alone but hardly LONESOME n' BLUE...

... I am my own best company as I age.

When THAT fails, there's always Josephine "Joey" Ramona Tobermory, the intrepid woodshed rescue kitty-cat...🦃😸🖤🦃😸🖤🦃😸🖤🦃
We let their blood into a commingled ocean;
down to the town square, it was like three inches deep
& strewn with fresh carcasses & carcass parts
... & thou shalt KNOW us
by the pathways of Mayhem we carve.

We was attended by a volt of turkey vultures,
circling overhead impatiently, bearing
December 29, 2025 at 12:14 PM
Maybe Charles Bukowski could NOT
have written "The Wasteland",
but I'd like to see T.S. Eliot successfully compose
a poem entitled "Beer Shit".
Who's to SAY which effort is more praiseworthy...?!? 🦃🍺💩🦃
December 29, 2025 at 11:32 AM
The Health & Wellness zealots is hereby cordially invited
to queue up behind me & wait their turn
to squat on down & kiss on my butthole.

I mean, y'all JOG as if'n you expect
you'll be able to outrun The Reaper,
but He come when he wanna, see?

Might could harvest yr Soul mid-jog,
December 29, 2025 at 11:23 AM
Who Be The Welfare King?

I live in a low rent, last chance flophouse,
one stop short of the street,
where those of us who ain't on welfare
is off onna disability, ya dig it?

Now, the welfare rates is so lackin,
once these fellers cover the rent, they's BUSTED FLAT.
December 29, 2025 at 8:37 AM
I suppose I was a naive fool to believe
that I could just coast thru Life
without having to get an extremity amputated... no dice.

Alack, I have had my poor li'l foot sawed off
-- turned all putrescent, & black with the necrosis, it did... long story.

But, it hadda go ere the condition
December 29, 2025 at 6:05 AM
December 29, 2025 at 1:39 AM
December 29, 2025 at 1:07 AM
A War against THIS, a War against THAT
-- everywhere we be wagin War on EVERYTHING, & yet
fer SOME reason The World is nevertheless
becoming an uglier & more hostile place. Go figure...

I think we need a brand new narrative framework;
we gots to jettison all the war analogies
December 28, 2025 at 2:53 PM
Oh Lodestar, where hath thou hidden yerself?

This lowslung cloud cover is as a lead blanket
thrown down upon my very Soul;
I am inching thru the pitchobsidian Darkness
with no way of knowin if'n I am misdirected
-- I COULD be marching myself Southward,
back into the maw of Madness.
December 28, 2025 at 7:49 AM
I suppose there must be
a deeply seated Hostility & Rage
waaay down inside of my Psyche.

I learned how to trap it, & I keep it inna cage,
imprisoned & incapable of steering my behaviors.

& the onliest way that this Beastly iteration of me
surfaces is if'n I let down my guard
December 28, 2025 at 7:22 AM
@cyrylsz-dev.bsky.social 🦃🦃 much obliged fer the like, friend!!! 🦃🦃
December 28, 2025 at 5:25 AM
I wonder if'n all the semen
I've spilt in vain after 40+ years
of onanistic pursuits would be enough
to fill up an Olympic-sized swimming pool...
BTW, I'd pay good money
to see some pampered, hotshot Olympian
struggling to swim thru a pool fulla my jissom...🦃💦👍🦃
December 28, 2025 at 5:21 AM
I ain't ascared for to DIE; it's a safe wager
I am not afraid of YOU, neither.

Allow me to explain: in 2019, bloodclots in my ankle
cut off the bloodflow to my foot, which turned
black & necrotic, necessitating a swift amputation.

Now, havin a rotting foot, with pieces of my toes falling off?
December 28, 2025 at 4:59 AM
I was born ill-equipped
to thrive & prosper inna ruthless cannibal economy
-- I lack both the AMBITION
& the COMPETITIVE DRIVE to best another Human Being,
to triumph over a nemesis.

I don't believe I even HAVE any nemeses,
as I am not vying for some socioculturally coveted prize.
December 28, 2025 at 2:51 AM
From this point, every road leads Southward
& the shoulders of the highways is littered
with the Sunbleached bones of those travelers
who dropped down from off their feet to die where they fell.
These is Las Milas Mórbidas, The Morbid Miles;
it ain't yr Imagination
--this territory tryna KILL YOU.
December 26, 2025 at 3:37 PM
We Agnostics, we really don't got a dog inna the fight
between Faith & Atheism; this frees us up for to kick it
onna sidelines, laffin our fool asses off at alla them
who is so smugly self-assured
in their own ultimately UNPROVABLE positions;
we know so very little of what makes these Cosmos hum,
December 26, 2025 at 3:33 PM
Christmas™, the longest fucking day of the year;
I mean, blow the fuck OVER, already,
you been inescapable fer near a month now
insistin upon yerself,
shovin Holly Jolliness™ down our goddamn throats.

& now this day seems as if it'll NEVER see its end.

Recollect this: Christmas is suicide season;
December 26, 2025 at 2:57 AM
I believe I require rewiring;
alla the ¡¡¡CUIDADOS!!! lights in my Psyche
is flashing scarlet at the same Time!!!

Somethin HAPPENED sometime ago;
I dunno quite what this somethin was, see,
but it wrought havoc on my young, ultramega-neuroplastic brain.

& the automatic neural response
December 24, 2025 at 3:35 PM
When it comes to 1980s hair metal vocalists, who sucked harder in their groupies n' cocaine days-- Vince Neil of Mötley Crüe or Bret Michaels of Poison?

My vote's fer the Poison poodlehead, me! Such a thin, weakass vox. He could not SHOUT at the DEVIL.

Ah well-- resolved that BOTH singers sound
December 24, 2025 at 12:31 PM
Square THIS contradiction (on account of, I've proven unable):

I am a nearly Lifelong Agnostic see, a naturalborn Skeptic

... Who nevertheless be's
utterly TERRIFIED of Eternal Perdition.

Also, I am a certified anti-numerologist;
my UNLUCKY numbers is ALLA THEM, you dig it?!?
December 24, 2025 at 12:03 PM
The Church or Tabernacle
I so yearn for to be at in attendance, see,
would be cheek-to-jowls packed
from nave thru narthex with kiosks
fer payday loans & credit card companies.

Big surveillance technology corporations
like Palantir would be there
to bulwark Jesus Christ's Gospels
December 24, 2025 at 11:30 AM
So, ya got yer Donald "Mein Pervitin" Trümpf,
& yer Peter "Girl Drinks" Hegseth.

I think a fine name fer Donald Trümpf Jr.
might could be Donald "Cokenail" Trümpf Jr.

Or, maybe we could call him "Wee Spoon", instead.

So which is better, a cokenail or a wee spoon?

Don Jr, please get back to us!❓
December 24, 2025 at 8:30 AM
Would you prefer an HONEST yet DISCONTENTED Existence
or rather, a Life that's a whopping LIE,
but a Lie that make you satisfied?

Can the Liar truly be satisfactioned
inna false Reality of Mendacity?

I suppose it depends upon the Liar,
& his definition of "satisfactionin", see what I mean?
December 24, 2025 at 5:29 AM
To me it ain't vocation, pastime, work or hobby:
my writing is WAR, a War I am wagin
against Ennui, which come about as a natural fact
of when I hadda PURGE my piddly li'l Existence
of any & ALL factors might could trigger
High Anxiety attacks or deep, downlow
Major Depressive episodes, ya dig me?
December 24, 2025 at 4:57 AM
Cagey Johns:

Their jonesin was never to be ENTERTAINERS
--they was audio terrorists, drawing down & openin fire
against the simulacra & facsimiles of Culture
fingerfed to us by our Corporate Daddy-Os
who was endlessly replicatin, readily suffocating
all Scenes which sprung up organically, y'dig it?
December 24, 2025 at 3:55 AM