surely there is a better word for emptiness than emptiness

there is so much time for reason and hate to hold hands
these days of being out of time

of borders crossed by third world trash
who aren't even human

even the legals, have you heard about trash mountain in india?

it piles higher and higher
piles so high

all the way from india to canada, already full of garbage
but importing more garbage

ever met anyone who hates God and the Bible because he ordered his chosen to wipe out everyone of their enemies including their children?

the people of india suggest a good clue of why He did that
the **** and his dog are why he did that
beyond the point of repair

garbage mountain growing higher and higher
the indians will make the highest mountain of all
the canadians, trannies and muslims will help them build it

trash builds a mountain, who needs a God who creates mountains when trash can build mountains of trash

there is so much time for reason and hate to hold hands
these days of being out of time

of knowing fani willis will be lynched by her enablers
both fani and her enablers are trash, forfeiting their rights to humanity along with pooja and dickshit

don't you dare censor dickshit by puting an astrick by his name,
it is an indian name, a trash mountain name, you can not be a ****** enabler without allowing trash mountain to grow and grow and grow

and you cannot wear your proud badge of pride for enabling fani without supporting dickshit or trannies, glorious, glorious trannies who are men that order everyone to refer to them as women as they daydream about ****** women and children and sometimes make their dreams come true so canadians, muslims and trash mountain types can celebrate.

crumbs.

the two tall cans
horizontally lined up to each other
again

how quickly years can go by,
3,5,6,7 and so on
the more years that go by
the faster they go by

maybe it started
with a surprise, an unexpected win
and ended with a disappointed dream
a truth that just couldn't be changed

such filth in this world
such beginning of sorrows
woes of Isaiah and so on

a truth that will never be changed

defectively loved children
and stupid nasty mothers
from india

he/him/demon/jeffrey marsh
richard levine in a skirt
you feel too safe with trannys in the military
no problem with trudeau throw away canadians
diapered biden, turbaned canadian, uk and so on

third world greed
and so on
bereft and garbage scrunched,
valerie jarret really does look like an apely primate
a dead ringer

threads and more threads
rats bought for food, mouths fulls of rats and mangy *****
and a truth that can never be changed

just look at you now
mouths full of rats and mangy *****
whites are indigenous to europe
***** in the streets
third world greed and so on
just look at you then
the more years go by
the faster they go by
have you heard about the beginning of sorrows?

a good dream would be one
where mark zuckerberg and zelinsky were
hanging motionless side by side
a dead ringer
small little disgusting men approved by disgusting people
and so on.

i had dream last night
or a few nights ago
(i can't remember
i work remotely
and all the days blur together)

that someone said the ramones were the worst band
that ever was
and everyone believed them

i can't remember if it was last night
or another night

but i can remember falling asleep
listening to mike bickle talk about the rapture
i kept on waking up as he kept on saying
that it would take the whole body of Christ
to finally understand  the Book of Revelations

the generation that would live through the tribulation
would finally understand what the Book really meant

it's a pretty good interpretation, the ***** of babylon
is a false religion of tolerance that celebrates the troons

but then the anti-christ destroys the ***** of babylon,
the tolerant, the troons, the maps, and the tolerant of the troons and maps.
only God can grant this power to the anti-christ.

during this time, the Saints will be instructed to stop praying for your salvation, they will be instructed to pray for your judgement.
Their prayers will be answered.
Nothing you can ever do will ever change that.

Nothing.

during this time, there will be people who do not believe in God
but who refuse to go along with the anti-christ, they will refuse to take the mark, they will stand with the righteous, though they aren't believers themselves.
God will look out for them until the very end. He will offer them a new beginning.

all in all, a pretty good ending, because neither God nor satan wants anything to do with trudeau/biden/troon/map supporters.

auntie j was cancelled
and replaced with a white man
named dylan mulvaney.

the arsonist who cancelled auntie j
fractured the skull of his infant son
whose baby brain bled to death

the arsonist who killed his infant son
had and still has the full backing of the portland, oregon courts, large corporations,the biden adminstration, and all women who fight for the right
to terminate pregnancies resulting from consensual acts
that they willfully chose to engage in

jeffrey marsh is  now a demon and you can be one too,
jim marcus is a little toy for the demon

your only bill of rights that matters is free will
your free will is granted by your Creator
who gives you the freedom to destroy yourself
as your heart desires

your free will is the only thing that can destroy you for all time:
zipper **** on fire, chained on all fours, crawling like a dog for all eternity,
jazz jenning's mother, dilating her son's open, unhealable wound at 3 am in the morning,
demons like jeffrey marsh who have forfeited their right to humanity,
and canadian trudeau supporters everywhere, still masking up like losers thinking they are anything but completely powerless.

your free will is the only thing that can save you,
but don't expect that to happen anytime soon.

the three dead mice lay stuck in their sticky trap
at the end of the kitchen island
where food was being prepared

"this will never do",  she said out-loud to herself
confused for some moments,
she moved the trap near the toaster on the counter
where the utensils sat, unput-away in their drawer

she continued to chop the food before cooking it;
it was thrown out weeks later, uneaten.

wasted words
wasted lives
stuck in time
never moving on
as it moves on

the same soundtrack
plays and replays
decades haven't changed that

alone for so many reasons
and wasted, completely wasted

if it were up to nathan wade jackson
of toronto, ontario canada,
trudeau would be god
and everyone would wear masks forever

the queen is dead
the third worlders do not respect the indigenous
they want but can only ruin
they hate the white man, they hate the black man
they raise worthless children
while destroying their futures
they take too much pride in the failed third world

there is no diversity in asia
there is no diversity in the middle east
they invade, they colonize,
destroy GDP's
play both sides of the fence
and lose every single time
they are never accountable,
they are never ashamed

the queen is dead
her ******* son
answers to klaus schwab
her ******* grand daughter in law
answers to trannies and the intellectually inferior

they are all supremacists who ruin everything they touch
sewage begetting sewage
proud sewage,
such proud, proud sewage

there is always a sub-iqness about them no one wants to confront

the queen is dead
when the female subjects have a phalloplasty
when the male subjects have an orchiectomy

all the chloe's, zoe's, and hanna's dry out prematurely
men will never love them
their children, if they ever have any, will detest them

the queen is dead
the offshore teams and h1b workers of india
are about to replaced by automation
because they can not reason, they can not innovate, they can not even sustain,
there is such a disgusting, murderous greed in poverty

joe biden showers with his daughter
and ***** his pants

call me in a year
after you've lost things you didn't even know it was  possible to lose

the parking used to be free
but now everyone has to pay
and pay and pay
ain't it just like that
and ain't it just like diversity

it was a sunny day
the guy selling mushrooms seemed very knowledgeable about his impressive variety of mushrooms, the kind you couldn't find in most supermarkets

the 79 year old man
with congestive heart failure
who had spent his life loving the Lord
and doing right by his family and fellow man
bought a $4 head of cauliflower and three ears of corn
at a dollar a husk

the cauliflower had brown spots on it
the corn husks were dried out and had brown and black spots on them
his daughter said he probably shouldn't buy them, they didn't look fresh

the lady from the third world country put in a bag for him and accepted his money after assuring him it was fresh

cherries were selling for $7 a pound

the man selling mushrooms had a nice variety and knew a lot about mushrooms

there was another stall
the crafts were probably made in chinese factory

the 79 year old man was enjoying the sunny day
as he stood in line to buy a latte for his sick wife
who he took care of

the coffee truck swayed back and forth
as the two young ladies of size
took orders, accepted cash
and made the drinks

the twelve ounce latte was $7
they also had an assortment of blended non-coffee choices
between $7 and $15 dollars

he gave them the $7 and stood with the rest of people
waiting for their $20 drinks to be made
as the coffee truck kept on swaying back and forth

the corn and cauliflower could have been purchased
at a discount grocer that sold old produce
but the third world women working the stall were from the third world country so no one questioned anything

as they happily waited in line after line for $50 cups of coffee
holding their brownly spotted and packed produce

a lower income family walked up the coffee truck and spent $100 on drinks for 4 people

when the 79 year old man with congestive heart failure who saw the best in everyone
and had spent his life doing right by the Lord, his family, and his fellow man returned home, he gave the $7 latte to his sickly, invalid wife.
his daughter shucked the brownly spotted and packed corn
the corn was dried out on the inside.


it was a sunny day.

scarlet's president ***** his pants
took showers with his daughter
and is looking more and more like a ******* every day

scarlet's president was a good friend to the klu klux ****
back in the day

scarlet's president is still keeping the same kind of company
they come in darker colors, they come in shades of ******

scarlet's president was a good friend to the klu klux ****
back in the day
every time he loses control of his bowels, scarlet just looks the other way

scarlet's president looks more and more like a ******* every day
and scarlet thinks that it's all ok

no blood,
no shells,
everything out of sequence

people were even falling down before the shot was fired

the only thing missing was the handmaid costume
otherwise, everything else about it was remarkably convenient

all over the world, it was as if the lights were about to go out
with india banning all the wheat exports,
it would be nice if they could also stop exporting
incompetence, dishonesty, and the caste system

because everytime a 737 crashes,
we all know what country the engineers are from
same goes for cyber security breaches
always the same link

maybe they made the video too,
it was pretty bad, even by cgi standards.

now that the season turned to hate
i'll take this hate and take you down

for a time, times, and the dividing of time

you do not see your own reflection in the iced sidewalks
never salted, never shoveled
just ***** ice to trod upon

the slippery filth of hills to

skip and laugh and break a neck
pet a dog who will soon maul all your children
but for now your laughter is an ugly war cry in the air

a ghislaine maxwell with longer hair
all her customers going free
a negligently tolerant church bell ringing somewhere

dog takes a ****
for a time, times, and the dividing of time

pack the filthy ice and pet the ******* dog
every time joe biden ***** his pants
for a time, times, and the dividing of time

he was the kind of guy who would have willfully participated
in the ****** of Sylvia Likens, and very much have enjoyed the interaction with the rest of the gang while doing so.

he is still that kind of guy,
just a lot older now
too good for most things
and all the women who now hate him
for all the discomforting memories he had left them with.

his mom had been a nurse
and now his sister was too
perhaps whatever woman he was with was too,

his mother loved him, how could she not,
she had been a nurse,
so he was absolutely sure that masks, social distancing, and mandated vaccines were how it should be.
anyone who didn't know these things was too embarrassing for him.
his mom told him so.

at the age of 44, he still had the exact same job he had had for the past twenty years. he was too good to do anything else other than making deliveries to restaurants, which were all requiring vaccine passports for dine in and perhaps soon delivery.

most of him felt very important
every time he unloaded his delivery van
or posted on twitter or instagram

or wrote about how many of those woman had deeply loved him
even though they were not worthy of his importance
and could never be

he was too desirable for them
and they needed to learn that
so he had taken the time to teach them that
long ago, they needed to learn
so he had taken the time to teach them that
if they had been worth remembering, he would still find a way to continue teaching them that.

life had been good lately, he made $95 CAD
on a baseball card trade, he was a good person
who had a lot to offer the world and only deserved
the most smoking hot of non-throwaway women
when there were so many throwaway women who needed to learn

he knew what all the good music and writing was
and knew when something wasn't worth listening to or worth reading, jack ketchum's **** was certainly no good, he knew it,
all the fun girls knew it too,
he knew a lot, so he taught.

he was a good person with a good life and smart with his baseball card investment strategies, he didn't need an undesirable life
he had good advice to give to baseball, football, hockey, and soccer leagues
it was easy to make all these excellent observations

as a good person,
he reached over for his smokin hot queenshit
earlier this very night,
kissed the nape of queenshit's sweet, whip-smart neck
and fondled queenshit's girl ****

while listening to the queen's vaccinated breathing
tomorrow he would make a youtube playlist for queenshit
that included drunken one off's he had recorded with his band 15 years ago
then, one of them would make an interesting, important dinner
they would both eat and talk about.

there was this part of a story
where a noah's ark was carved
along with all the animals
and given to the orphan girl

a little boy got mad,
destroyed the ark, the animals,
threw them down and watch them break

i can't remember which book,
maybe Heidi or the Secret Garden

just that part of the book

i can't ever hate you enough
i wrote your name
your city
your country
your employer
your most accurate description:

a loser
just a terrible person
who helps himself to everything
including the complete destruction of someone else's happiness
to make yourself feel important
you are that kind of man

i guess that's how weak they make them
in canada

i hope you drink yourself to death
and drown terrified in your own *****
i hate you that much

it was a picture i didn't want,
that is what she gave and that is what i got

the scared children huddled together
in the middle of the shabby bridge
as the angel hovered wingedly behind them

a forever that comes stuck just in time
dressed in white and angel abright


it is all so suspended
implying they cross
and safely cross

well in that one way it's just so sad
that hell is real
and time so irreversible

and in another way it's just the way it has to be
when i see you from the ugly side
and i see you so uglified on the ugly side

getting excited at $40 CAD profit on a baseball card trade
a 5% gross profit $CAD
not so much now

you're just something
gathered in bits and pieces
by stray gleaners in strawless fields of straw
that or the unnecessity on the otherwise empty shelf

the events of the day are so embarrassing these days
some man in a wheelchair in the middle of the safeway parking lot
smelling up the hot sun,
stuck in the middle of the safeway parking lot,
he says, "yes, he needs help" when asked,
"he needs to be wheeled to the shade", he softly moans

but he does all the heavy wheeling as I push
when he gasps for spare change, he will get the $5 USD,
then leave his uneaten take out that someone else he met in the parking lot bought him.
he will keep the $5 USD.

stinking in the hot sun
looked as if he had been good looking once
making his money in the parking lot

Excited to make the $40 CAD,
not at all net of any uncharged packaging, shipping
or taxes,
Excited to make the $40 CAD
can always be counted to be

comfortable with trudeau,
uncomfortable with anyone vocal about their discomfort with trudeau

and to know the correct placement of commas, semicolons, and periods
never using the exclamation point
or regarding unhappiness,
other than his own

but we can't recross the creaky bridge
or get the $5 USD back
or ever care about $40 CAD
we can't uncross the creaky bridge

as sad as it is
that is the way hell has to be
the way you have to be

It was feeling dark
and a lot like Eleanor Rigby.

The **** days were  getting progressively more ****
with each passing **** day, like a late stage cancer that could have been painlessly avoided had it been cut out early.
Now it was just too late.


The ***** fan had been blowing four days straight
the vacuum cleaner had broken when she tried to clean
her apartment two days ago, it was just hopeless
the carpet infuriated her and made her give up.

Giving up was a determination far beyond want.

The weather was so hot, so hot it justified its place as a conversation starter, even for those who hated small talk
and unauthentic conversation meant to lead only to short term gains that turned to ****, much like all the pervasive politics and tech startups on the west coast.

She walked to the chinese owned convenience store just last night.
The friendly check out girl was talking to the guy in line ahead of her about the temperature, so hot that it truly proved global warming was real, they said as they scoffed at those who didn't think global warming was a thing.

She was so disgusted after her cigarettes and canned alcoholic beverages were rang up, she was disgusted with the cigarettes and for supporting a chinese owned business whose entitled owners treated their friendly employees like ****, inferior ****.

She was disgusted as she remembered the just as hot days of her childhood,
and the total usualness of consecutive days of 100+ degrees fahrenheit every few years or so.

all the produce was going bad in the refrigerator
the tulips on the coffee table had been dead for months
a filthy fan was blowing on the floor
she sat at her computer just like she thought she would
the hot day out had been wasted in a smoky room
biting her nails and such in a ***** apartment

she meant to clean
she meant to prepare for her interview on monday,
only one day left to prepare, she had wasted the whole saturday
in a smoky room on a hot day on top of that

she was afraid of the interview, her apartment needed a good cleaning, she needed to prepare for the interview
in the hot smoky room of the ***** apartment

the cycle just becomes a state of being
a never good enough state of being
because she was a realist

she finally wondered
why it always took reality so long
to show up

hang your flag upside down in distress
wait for worse things to happen
bad things have already happened

look around you,
the red guards are kneeling hard
ching chong, wade across the water all the way to mao zedong
too unrepairable to understand
a stronger hand made strong
by an Almighty hand

and so in the confines of their cluelessness
tomorrow's chew toys are only useful idiots in black masks for now
conditionally loved by the even weaker minded, currently still cheering them on
as their small or fat black masked bodies laughably block the crosswalk of broadway and denny

some are robots running on outdated programming,
built to self destruct,
their particular model will run for president and answer to names like
judas pence or mitt romney

some cry wolf
but we've heard it so many times already
it doesn't mean anything anymore
the unfit mother might not even cash in
on the blown apart remains of her knifey daughter

most others are a sad, feeble kind of gladiator:
the andabatea, often found coding or developing at amazon, with limited or no visibility; always blindfolded and overpaid, always hearded, always hated by the end user,
the bestiarii never prepared to fight the imported beast,
the noxxi never meant to have a chance with their dull swords, always too worthless for opportunity
so many noxxi with their dull and laughable swords
blocking the crosswalk of broadway and denny

that class of gladiator.

4/20 was ******'s birthday
my sister's birthday is 4/19 so it has been pointed out to me
very bad things happen on either of these days
some that i remember that the facist anti-facists with their black masks, red guard lust, failed parents, ******* teachers, and no future
haven't bothered to revise or laughably attempt to recreate yet:

oklahoma city bombing
columbine
some big oil spill
and maybe on 4/19/21
we will see rioters murdered by their own hands

wouldn't that be nice
to not have any psychopathic, worthless white and asian kids preaching to everyone?
it won't be any sort of loss since they seem incapable of comprehending the actual value of human life
or of being able to live it on their own

what i would like to ask this generation, the even weaker one that came before them, their failed parents, and their *******, demented teachers
is when will they all get tired of being the little ***** for their ******* legacy media/power for the few communist/big tech gods? when will they get tired of that?

when the chauvin verdict is announced and when he is not found guilty, because the worthless defense team couldn't do anything but prove this was all staged, this was all staged, this was all staged.

it doesn't seem like they will get tired of that soon,
in seattle, in san francisco, in new york city you can steal $1,000 worth of merchandise. it's just as good as legal.

the stores are moving out.
how convenient for amazon
and all the slave owner cheaters in china.

i don't think they will get tired of it anytime soon.
make a documentary about a dying, homeless man who prostitutes
himself on the streets and calls himself a woman.
after he talks about the neglect and abuse of his childhood,
while clearly displaying symptoms of mental illness and drug addiction
so they can all watch it and leave comments on how brave and beautiful the dying homeless man is. only they will say the man is a beautiful, lovely woman. "such a sweet personality, this beautiful woman has", they will all comment.

but the man is dying. he looks like a man. he has been abused, he is addicted to hard drugs that are killing him. he is bruised. he prostitutes himself and tempts death on a daily basis and all you can say is that he is a beautiful woman.

nothing is ever said of how sad his homelessness, occupation, drug addiction or childhood is. no one is concerned that he is at death's door, they just want to show the love for the delightful woman that he isn't. no one cares about the abused little boy he once was or the dying man he is now.

God is angry every day.
4/19/21 or 4/20/21 are both really good days to be angry.

mornings wasted
spit upon blank pages
stop watch for a man who never shows up
every dream is a hopeful chance
to **** him in your sleep

pull a gun in this sleep
if not, then wait for cancer
a colt 44 is a cold kind of dancer

stolen graveyard flowers
life sentence hours
rabid dogs circling high towers

there's a movie inside
an unfixable life
a demon you thought
was just some pretty thing
something young
coming down the elevator
coming like communists made in china

ugly laughter made in china
something young like laughter laughing
a demon you thought
was just some pretty thing
ugly laugher made in china

something young
an unfixable life
hungry as a reaver
disarm for harm
stockpiles piling

buy your cancer,
cheap, chinese, and made of plastic,
made of slave and
made of master
made in china
buy your cancer
like a demon you thought
was just some pretty thing

hungry as a reaver
a seat at a ***** table
150 square feet
one burner hot plate
made of cheat, made of china
made to confiscate and made of hate

mornings wasted
spit upon blank pages

the woman was dragging the little girl along
yanking her arm, speaking in unfriendly and resentful tones

the woman had a mean looking face
nothing pretty about it. her short black hair
and mean looking face had gotten all they would ever need
to remain forever mean,
forever short and forever mean

the man of the couple cluelessly held the hand of what must have been his other daughter, mostly in silence.
he might have said something to the woman,
too old, too mean, too chinese, too ugly  to be his au pair
so she might have been his wife,
or his girlfriend or his ccp incentive
but given the girls white supremacy he must have left another wife

both the little girls had long, thick hair; it was pretty hair

i saw them when i was walking home from work one night
i was tired and confused, it was getting dark out
all over the bricks of downtown seattle

given how old the man and women looked, the little girls could have been his granddaughters, but that didn't occur to me at the time
because children often have a good time with their grandparents.

cherry blossom was his smoking hot girlfriend.
they moved in together, probably in 2007.
he met her online, he was married to a woman
who he said was a fundamentalist. they had four kids,
three daughters and a son.

he wrote a lot about how his fundamentalist wife had turned
the three daughters against him. as the years went by,
he forgot their birthdays and ages because it hurt too much,
so he wrote.

"cherry blossom, you're going to make it
with your unbroken man who i hope to thank
one day for making you happy", he wrote
in a journal entitled "the last one"
dated late September of 2012.

they broke up in mid August 2011

from a journal entry dated at the end of October 2012:
"ten things you want to say to ten different people"

cherry blossom was first on the list
cherry blossom's unbroken man was second on the list
cherry blossom's son of a different baby daddy was third on the list

his own son was fourth on the list
his daughters were not on the list at all.

he was glad she was with a good guy. he didn't have to worry about her. unbroken guy was a good guy, he loved unbroken guy for that. her son was a good guy, he was glad that her son got to hang out with him and his son.

according to the public messages his friends left on his profile and the last time stamp on his activity feed,
he must have died almost three years ago,
in mid August, 7 years to the exact date
he had posted a journal entry explaining
that they had broken up and cherry blossom was moving out.

7 years is the same amount of time
it took for jacob to get rachel as his wife
after being deceived into marrying leah.

he had other journal entries too,
they go back to 2008, so some of them
cover his time with cherry blossom

cherry blossom was smokin hot,
they had *** parties
cherry blossom got all the attention
because she was smokin hot

he had bottomed to his vanilla fundamentalist wife
who turned his three daughters against him
but cherry blossom was his submissive
so cherry blossom was the way

cherry blossom introduced him to swinging, ****, and gang bangs
his fundamentalist wife, who he never got a legal divorce from,
turned his three daughters against him.

he had 342 friends and 13 followers on his fetlife profile,
five left public messages on his wall after he died.
cherry blossom was so smokin hot.

he fatly wore the red dress
standing fatly as the  clergy
of the one true church of marxism,

most holy karla
carved, carved karla
coming for the kids

cuckold, cucked, cuck
judas pence
judas pence lives
what to do with his silver
what to do with his stagflation
fox ferried across the river
time for tomorrow
punishment for the sold soul of a nation

hope today is your first day of sorrow
hope many days of sorrow follow your first day of sorrow

and is coming for your children next.

but please don't misgender richard.

richard might be a death bringer, but he doesn't deserve to be misgendered.

censorshit is the way!

a polyamorous couple moves from chicago
to new zealand

things were getting so bad in the states
they both tweeted on a daily basis
multiple times per day

once situated they began to lecture the locals
on the racist colonials who racistly named the country new zealand
when the real name could only ever be aotearoa

"here in aotearoa, things are so much better than in the states"
they would tweet on a daily basis

before moving to aotearoa, the female of the couple
sold her son to a man named richard levine

richard levine killed several hundred elderly people
and can currently be found advocating that children watch ****
and amputate their body parts

richard levine and aotearoa are always where it's at for polyamorous couples from chicago

a friend from chicago sent flowers on a regular basis
and the woman of the couple tweeted how the flowers were lovely
but she would rather have received money instead of the flowers

her next tweet was about how she had a talk with the friend who sent the flowers and how he agreed to send her money instead

there was also an earlier tweet about how another friend from chicago died recently

"it's sad because he gave people in the kink community a lot of money to help them out financially"
tweeted the woman of the couple who sold her son to richard levine.

big mike sent them after us,

he reminds me of jezabel
thankfully, jezabel was thrown out of a window
and eaten by wild dogs

can't wait for that happen to big mike,
then big mike can finally feel like the woman he will never be
hopefully any day now since the cup of iniquity is quite full

i wonder if big mike will finally be proud of our country
as we watch his corpse being eaten by wild dogs on bitchute
since youtube will ban it.

kandis never raised her little girl voice
and was such a good person,
she had no use for evil people
who spoke their minds
kandis was so good, she didn't have unkind
words to say about ed murray

so good in fact, that she once escorted someone
out of a bar in bellevue, wa for talking about
what a ******* ed murray was and still is to this day
kandis did NOT want the world to be polluted by people
who called child rapists pieces of ****

eric didn't like his right arm or his left leg,
he would weep quietly into his lonely pillow
at night until the day kandis softly encouraged
him to cut off both

eric felt a sense of relief wash over him
when kandis suggested that,
so he proceeded to have his right arm amputated at the shoulder
and his left leg amputated mid-thigh

this did nothing to make eric feel whole,
when he confided in kandis that the amputation
had done nothing to relieve him of disphoria,

kandis would have none of it
and softly encouraged him to cut off his left arm
and his right leg,

which eric proceeded to do.

eric lies in bed with two nubs where his arms used to be
and two stumps where his legs used to be
each nub and each stub are beginning to rot,
blackly rot,
but he receives a lot of validation on twitter
because there are such good people in this world
and aren't you one of them?

she was a good person
who had nothing to do
with the transphobic,

in fact, she had encouraged her coworker eric
to become erica,

when erica was having doubts about having her ****
fashioned into a ****** that would grow hair on the inside
she encouraged erica to go through with the surgery
so erica could finally be who she was meant to be

she wound up pregnant, though not by pre-op erica
and though she have would have  consented to lesbian *** with erica
because every good person knows that you should never
discriminate against trans erica's.

she met a guy named kyle, it was kyle who impregnated her.
a one night stand. kyle thought pregnant women were gross
and disgusting and would frequently say so in the work place
at the telecom company he worked for.

when kyle wasn't working at the telecom company, he was cutting in line at the grocery store, then filming all the women behind him who said anything about it. he would laugh at them and call them karens. "you're going to end up on youtube, karen", he would tell them.

she was grateful that they had magically found all those missing biden votes. 100% for biden. she thought of how wonderful it was that president harris cared so much for women's rights.

she considered an abortion, but kept on putting it off. as she was giving birth, she finally decided on an abortion. immediately after the cluster of cells was removed from her vaginal canal, she requested one. the doctors felt good about obliging, since they were honoring the sanctity of a woman's right to choose.

the little cluster of cells was no more.

proudly, she tweeted about the wonderful experience and had many likes. she included a picture of the before and after of the cluster of cells, which went over really well. she knew she had made the right decision when she got all those likes. a few people even retweeted. things were going to be good now. for everyone.

eric is a fat pasty faced white man
who votes for joe biden
eric is a closet racist
but wants everyone to wear a mask
he wants to shut down the economy
so he gets a free pass

the last person i felt this way about
was named ed murray

sarah jeong is an ugly person
who doesn't belong to womanhood
except there are so many ***** just like her

sarah jeong is asian and unattractive
she writes about the racist white
but is only attracted to white men

i don't think eric is gay
because the women at work hate him

eric probably vacations in thailand
eric's mother did a terrible job raising him

the flowers
broken from the stem
have been vibrantly colored and trampled
on the sidewalk for weeks
withstanding days of passersby,

a despotic government in town
and citizens so filled with their jodi arias kind of love

knowing nothing of
their coming gulags
or how they can only fail

because the dumb mob is the city
the streets of the city
the boarded up windows of the city,
the defunded police department of the city,
the shattered glass of the city and the ****
in the streets of the city

it is only important to who might as well be no one,
but not to the men who will never be men
but not to the women who will never be women
and definitely not to the men who will never be women
a generation hated from all direction
failed before they even began, they will never begin
there will never be anything in it for them

they totalitarian so much totalitarian
not exactly wild or stallion
just sickly miniature horses
tough as owned prison ***** bronies

no hope
for the plastic garbage in the ocean
plastic garbage intended to pollute the ocean

never a time to get over things and move on
in an intellectually inferior time zone,
never a time to teach or learn about mao zedong.

yes, you got the guillotine
as previously mentioned
any culture that beheads
renders itself subhuman

first you started with voluntary castration
and applauded every man who dug a rotting hole
in his center

and now tries to fill it up with censorship

there is a developmentally delayed generation
unprepared to rule or even function
they read animal farm and 1984 and completely miss the point
they take to the streets begging for masters
they scream for segregation and unequal opportunity
they want authoritarian rule to command them how to think
and what to say,
they have no use for God and even less use for science,
unless it can be biased

soon they will be screaming for the rights of the *******
how predictable, the enemies of reason come in every color

the male authority figures are strong and hard
to push through
but you keep at it
until they cop swallow you

lengthen your hemlines ladies,
the future doesn't want anything to do with you
roald dahl nailed you pretty good

you delete, you delete,
impaired and in the streets

at first i thought you were like the clockwork orange kids,
but then you appeared as yourselves, much more like
the ****** up people of all ages in the wicker man
walking jester up the hill

devil's jesters i guess
where will you find your devil's jester next

the pregnant husband eventually had the baby
and referred to it as a they
it would have been wrong to force a gender on the child
chromosomes and genitalia are not valid voices,
they are only systemic bigots

dangerous, yet powerless
useless but busy tools
every hour of the day

i spend the hours of the day
distracted by the sirens and helicopters
and screams of stupid infantile adults
young and old and dangerous, yet powerless
useless but busy tools

strewn around, and dismembered
of reason, this won't be any kind of revolution

tools are not revolutionary,
they are not the ones who will change the laws
that is decided by the power of the few

systemic is their favorite word
and there is a whole lot more systemic
where they come from and where
they will soon force you to go

the good news is you will go willingly,
no one cares about the violations
of your integrious corpses,
not even you really

at this point, you are already donating
your children

karl marx, the slave owner,
will see to it that you too
endorse slavery, but don't you already

all the signs are there
all your subhumanity,
and beheadings in the last days,

any culture that beheads
forgoes humanity
can we all be equal
if the screaming mobs
praying to themselves and false gods
are no longer human

what the ***** of babylon loves most
is the **** of your children
and you are all so agreeably inclined to greet her.

there is good news for all the people
who are too good and too smart for God:
He has no more plans for them
He is done with them
He is no longer watching out for them

the seals might have finally been breaking, but
the racist firecrackers were going off
so they could not hear

though the valley carries sound all the way up the hill
why just the night before
i had heard the sirens

approaching the interstate
where the all mighty women
flew across the highway
soon to die for nothing,
soon to die for themselves
and only themselves, but still nothing
how the almighty women flew

what will you do
when cancel culture cancels you
and you lose your job to one of those little white/asian/hispanic/arabic/whatever kind is not you kids
who report you to HR for being an uncle tom and a race traitor
and get you fired because it's the only
right thing to do to end all the racial divisiveness
caused in this country
all by donald trump and fredrick douglas of course

she put down her coffee cup
upon a coaster
huge slippers on her swollen feet

and sighed a satisfied sigh
of one who had just finished reading
all the comments on a NYT's article
about BLM
enraged in agreement
that kind of satisfied sigh

set down her coffee cup
upon a coaster
yelled at her foster son
about how she was a single mother
in a world so racist

after yelling at her foster son
she decided being a good person
meant showing her foster son
the wonderful world of chaz
where the undispersed crowd
would save all the single mothers
from a world so racist
it was the only right thing to do

with the day

she put down her coffee cup
upon a coaster
huge slippers on her white swollen feet

and sighed a satisfied sigh
of one who had just finished reading
all the comments on a NYT's article
about BLM
enraged in agreement
and declared Martin Luther King Jr.
a racist, a race traitor, an uncle tom, and a facist
that kind of satisfied sigh

from chaz to chop
camped so cozy
all around the roadblock

faded rainbows in the crosswalk

it's too late
it took too long to matter
his enemies have yet to scatter

jenny plans to stay in her high tower
but rabid dogs now repudiate her power

(white kids, the kind who use to *******,
dragged the Black man out with his star spangled banner,
white kids, the kind who use to *******,
called him an uncle tom, a race traitor, a facist
white kids, the kind who use to burn crosses,
yelled **** trump and schooled
the Black man and his star spangled banner
on race relations, who to vote for and all the rest)

all his enemies right before they scatter
hanging rabid all around the roadblock
camped so cozy in the crosswalk

burdensome stone
burdensome stone
they can never leave this burdensome stone
alone
they would eat their own
to claim this burdensome stone
as their only own

i see you in your true form
even with your middle carved out
you believe in all your lies
maybe they are not your own
but they are still lies
policing language and thoughts
and dehumanizing the vulnerable

into gaping wounds
growing repulsive hair
even on the insides
where the depth is always lacking
and the sensation is shot
but the lies are never true

and cutting off what can never grow back
is all you  are ever compelled to do

what then, but finally realization
or just more lies

burdensome stone
burdensome stone
they can never leave this burdensome stone
alone
they would eat their only own
to claim this burdensome stone
as their eaten own

so proudly surrendered
to chains

He tries the heart
and He tries the reins

justice according to your lanes
He is angry every day

careful now, judgement might be coming your way
He is even angry on peaceful protest day

nations run on fumes
and the wickedness of the wicked
sins of the father are the sons of the father
when two generations of pervasive mind rot gather

white and compliantly masked
with your fascist anti-fascist anti-capitalism sign
compliantly held as you walked toward the center of town
where there was glass to shatter and AR-15 rifles to steal

your sign says it all
you still don't get it
and you never will

nothing to ever put on the line
even when your standing at the front of the line
with your facist anti-facist anti-capitalism sign
so clearly defined

you'll always be on your own side

a state of standstill is a state of decline
an excess of sediment, an ineffective wine

i only hear that defining moment of time
in the less and less frequent creaking of the keys
the same old letters sadly clack

but can't ever get it back
heart's not in it
can't stay ******
overreactions come to attack

an embarrassing pervert that you already *****
every hour since a desperate hour
wolf crying wolf every five seconds
where the collective cower

****** is always his death name
dont wear it out
wear it where the collective cower

every hour since a desperate hour
hands in the pockets
of that dress with pockets

calling out his death name
when the coming time comes

wolf hands caught in the pockets
of that dress with the pockets

unboard the windows
there is an expensive moment to come
when you finally figure out
the undoable has been done  

never fleeting, never free  
pay and pay but never repay

hope he was more than your hedberg ******
leading you on to childless and spinster

going going gone
all along you got it so wrong

dystopia ringing your doorbell daily
another package from amazon
****** censorship for all
aren't we all our own black swan

days and nights of bad days and nights
bad days without number
bad days without destiny
one thousand two hundred and sixty days
of bad days

you were in  all those bad days
an unnecessary sadness
that consumed me and consumed me

until i was nothing
until i was no one

a leather skin
on a clearance rack
before deportation

everyday i wait for the two witnesses to come
everyday i ask myself how can i unhate myself
when accepting is not an option wisest to pursue
when every day i wait for the two witnesses to come

neil young is still the ocean
you're the plastic in the ocean

taking takes a generation
offspring of takers
vipers and invaders

twice the welfare
snap payments holding up the line
beware, beware
in the kinship of the reprobate mind
there is a point of no return
the self-righteous among nations can only pass
but never discern

tribe against tribe
gay blood on the pavement
a point of no return
a head to behead
a church to burn
a tall building uprising
a crane collapsing

a cat named nasty
a cat named ******
all meowing so loudly
across your delusional path

give me give me give me
me me and mine
tribe against tribe
in the fellowship of the reprobate mind

russ drove down memorial drive
in his powder blue 1950's dodge wayfarer

the sun might not have been shining brightly
at that exact moment, since I was on the school bus
on my way home, it would have only been
an afternoon sun,
but in my memory it was the brightest time had ever been
because i sat in my black school bus seat
and looked out of the school bus window

at russ in his powder blue 1950 dodge wayfarer
with his green hair in carefully shaped statue of liberty spikes
russ was smiling at something

i would never know what
but russ's windshield was so clean and clear
that it just looked like such a colorful world
i was going to do my best to be a part of it

so excited about the life
i was going to end up
throwing away

such a wasted beautiful life
for the far-gone to forgo

butcher jobs
& butchered bodies
app economies
out of scale

just last week
a fig tree fell
in los angeles

maybe one day there'll be a permanent outage
& the real disruption will come

your turn to be nothing
your turn to be no one
in a busy Caracas steakhouse
in a blackout or under a stolen sun
a stolen sun stolen from the poor

hard times hitting hardest in the hurt
all alone in lonely dirt
no bright morning stars for belle

just last week
a fig tree fell
in los angeles

might be nice to know
what al green means when he sings
give it everything
before it becomes time to go
dead luke perry staying dead
& an end of the world that keeps on coming

filth compiles
with the lights on
all these letdown sunday nights

what's in this dust now
a forgotten name
that ruined my life

there was just no other door
to walk through at the time

i stayed and stayed
called your name
forgot i was a woman too
when my savior came
to save me, i didn't go with him
he wasn't you

i stayed and stayed
called your name

until i was nothing
until i was no one

he was my stolen sun,
a stolen sun , a savior came
to save me, i didn't go with him
he wasn't you, no he wasn't you
forgot i was a woman too

until i was nothing
until i was no one.

i waited at the ***** bus stop
for too long
and decided to hate the world
as the bus slowly, very slowly
inched along. too many people
in wheel chairs kept getting on

i took a seat next to the talkative fellow
who knew a lot about the DHS office

a few stops later an older man got on
and a woman, not a man, offered him her seat
because he was old (er) than her

he grossly accepted as she stood
tightly holding onto the hand-grip

then, an even older lady got on
and stood in front of the not old enough
to sit on a crowded bus man
while he grossly sat, glad or thoughtless
that he didn't have to stand like the older lady,

right there in front of him
probably old enough to be his mom.

i like to listen to bobby womack
sing "fly me to the moon"
while thinking of jeff's blue origin rocketship
exploding in the air

all his pride
crashing down in pieces
recorded for the whole world to see

because i have walked
unhappily down the streets
of soulless south lake union
where clueless people walk by
dumbly raising rents
congesting traffic
thinking they are off to change the world

crying about peter dinklage
yellowfacing herve villechaize,

their stupidity knows no bounds
always hard at work in south lake union
producing nothing that won't be obsolete
the second it is completed
purposely designed to make our lives unaffordable

**** jeff and all his tech bro henchmen
who do nothing but steal the sun from the poor

mighty mighty miners  
mining for a heart of cryptocurrency  
mighty mighty houses  
might end up empty  

for fake fortune  
for a drop of wine  
for a speck of grain  
for fake fortune  

nec·ro·man·cers quick with answers
will you be their broke financiers  
will you be their paraplegic dancers  

you've got nothing to lose  
just a shield of children  
wielding weapons  
no one knows how to use  

mighty mighty miners  
mine on empty  
too much vacancy  
in a heart of cryptocurrency  

all one person  
all one horsemen  
all fake fortune  
all one horsemen  

wish NPC weren't too dumb to understand
mighty mighty houses built upon sand
because every time jeff eats an iguana,  
he's got the whole free market in his hands.

i can't wait until we go through with 25A
once we remove trump from office
then ALL of our problems will go away
& world peace will be here to stay

i better start practicing telling everyone
what they can and can not say.