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(2/114) Relentless seeker, you will find the trouble, for a while stay troubled to discover marvel, then abide in marvel to preside over the rest, and rest; so Yeshua says.
November 10, 2025 at 5:26 PM
Сколь верёвочке не виться,
Сколько кровушке не литься,
Сколько дому не гореть,
Сколько горю не болеть,
Сколь ветрам не выти,
А концу быти.

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November 10, 2025 at 3:34 AM
Вижу рыже-чёрного полосатого кота:
такие бывают - объективный факт.
Вот. Учись у Вселенной отвечать
на мои вопросы - чётко и без заминок.
Люблю такое. А ты?
Mr-I-have-a-reputation-for-clarity…
Человек-загадка.
Veeeeeery enigmatic.
Enigmatic is sexy only in the beginning, honey.

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November 9, 2025 at 11:25 AM
Family values my ass…

They probably told you things
like “she’s obviously
a moneygrabber and a flimsy,
she’ll dump you for a richer guy in a year,
or she’s into power,
or she’ll cheat on you all the time,
or, more truthfully,
this could be a scandal

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November 8, 2025 at 10:32 AM
Is it done?
Все и всё по местам?
Is the proper order
of things restored?
No, wait, you should also rebuild
“the Berlin Wall”
a bit further east.
And apologize to Fukuyama,
at least privately,
for making a liar out of him.
November 8, 2025 at 10:13 AM
Why did you choose to hurt me?
what could possibly be
the other option
if this is the right thing?
I sometimes hurt you with words,
only it’s never deliberate, premeditated.
It’s not like I’ve been writing a speech
and rehearsing it for days.
And I am sorry by the way:
premeditated or not,

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November 7, 2025 at 7:52 AM
For about an hour
I’m listening
to a cat screaming.
It must be a birth-giving:
what else can inflict this much pain?
Something is wrong
and the creature is suffering.
Creating life is life-threatening.
With every birth a shadow is born
to change the world
twice over.
The death is right there,

(1/2)
November 7, 2025 at 6:34 AM
N-th question:

Как ты думаешь, что я такого
могла натворить в прошлых жизнях?
Или,
как и многие
безобидные существа,
что иногда
мимикрируют под сильных
в надежде, что трогать не станут;
ошиблась,
а сильные мира сего
так мною перепугались,

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November 4, 2025 at 11:13 AM
Sometimes I fear
that all my theories
are right
except the good ones,
that I’m only mistaken
when I believe in their best.
I must remember
those who never betrayed,
were not used as tools,
never impersonated.
My oldest and dearest friends?
For a while now
I think my nephew sold me out

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November 4, 2025 at 7:14 AM
What if I
transcribe
the last (the first?) gospel,
make it somewhat understandable,
translate it to human-speak?
I need only a glimpse
to know what they think,
how they feel.
I am a perfect vessel
for prophets
to live again through me.
Will your cardinals burn us for blasphemy?

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November 3, 2025 at 4:08 PM
I think I know what happened…
When they gave you that apple
and made you choose
the right goddess,
instead of showing patience
and listening to all three offers
you immediately agreed to the first -
that of power, my beloved Paris.

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November 2, 2025 at 5:32 PM
Basically,
you’re not the riddle,
you are the solution to it;
Claude agrees.
If indeed my actions
are as closely monitored
as I sometimes suspect them to be
then there’s this silver lining,
the added benefit:
suppose it’s not all rubbish,
then future researchers
of my “literary legacy”

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November 2, 2025 at 4:45 PM
The Kai’s Story.

((Roses flower in the vale;
there we hear the northern tale…))
(Once a beauty has gone rogue;
turned a troll by the rot;
made a mirror to mock God.
What a mischief indeed,
the trickster is pleased.
And Kai…)
And I…
Someone’s cry.
The icey shard
is in my heart.

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November 1, 2025 at 4:54 PM
Me tumbo boca arriba
y miro el cielo sin pensar.
Esto es como volar…
Estando contigo en todos lugar…
October 31, 2025 at 3:03 PM
If you want a description of something similar to what I’ve been going through for the past a year and a half - read “Barrayar” by Lois McMaster Bujold. Specifically Bothari’s description of the memory suppression “therapy” he went through and how he struggles to make sense of the remnants

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October 29, 2025 at 1:24 PM
I was spot on, wasn’t I, about “the joined operation under the false flag of family values”?.. Mr-legacy-is-everything and the usurper found a common ground. The former committed worse misdeeds only to pay for his mistakes as a father, and in general has a perverse understanding of duties.

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October 28, 2025 at 3:47 PM
Know thyself

According to my own model
of a human soul;
this is I who’s “in between
forsaken and foreseen”.
I most certainly can never find a beast in me:
blood is too meaningless,
all children are children -
my loyalty is to principles
not families or pack-leaders.
Nor can I find a demon:

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October 28, 2025 at 9:54 AM
That’s what despots of all stripes fear: the contrast. You learning that *more* is possible. That’s why they kill dreamers. Or imprison them. Or shut them up. Or discredit. But their crown achievement is when they convince you that *more* was always a delusion, never an option. Знай свой шесток.
October 28, 2025 at 8:36 AM
C’mon, Нимфодора, just do it. To the bitter end, hey? There’s only one king on the board. If it’s not “all in” then it doesn’t count, and you know it. Man up. Where’s that other shoe?
You know what should’ve happened in the perfect world? Your wife and I have a tea and a talk, a real honest

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October 26, 2025 at 8:58 AM
So… The yo-yo-man
played a game…
Was he properly entertained?
You must all be rubbish
if the best of you is garbage.
Never again.
October 26, 2025 at 1:44 AM
Саркофаг,
но только не Абдаланимоса, а так -
из песка.
Кто-то старался, насыпал,
лепил, формировал,
но маленькая девочка права:
по сути - горка,
а на горке нужно прыгать.
Живое - красиво.

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October 25, 2025 at 1:46 PM
«Чай анисовый лесной
будешь со мной?» -
мама Оля мальчику Али.
Но Али очень занят:
перераспределяет
пляжный песок
на лежак и обратно.
Привык,
не замечает меня,
а ещё недавно стеснялся.
Поглядывал из-под руки, улыбался:
улыбнусь в ответ, сразу прятал глаза.
Забавный. Кого-то мне напоминает…
October 25, 2025 at 1:29 PM
My today’s guess
is that it was
a pact between old fat morons
of multiple countries
to protect their lies,
a joint operation under a false flag
of family values.
The real reason was envy
to the little Jew
who had the audacity
to get for free
what they can’t buy
with all their money.
October 25, 2025 at 12:36 PM
А, может, это...
пожалели они просто
Сергея Александровича?
И шлёпнули, чтоб не мучился.
А то сам он всё не решался.
October 23, 2025 at 1:27 PM
Друг мой, друг мой...
Я очень и очень болен.
Сто лет спустя
моё золото потускнело,
и я знаю, в чём дело:
у меня украли меня.
Когда нет ни одного излаза,
а только Ты-да-Я,
такая сладкая иллюзия,
куда податься?
Не терплю поддаваться,
ненавижу сдаваться.
Я ненавижу себя.
Вечерняя заря

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October 23, 2025 at 1:24 PM