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Rage, mindfully rerouted, laughing let me make light of war, if it kills you, it's over, but if you survive and crawl away, safe and sound, suffering from fool's shame blamed r a p e, can you envision My Khe and My Lai, really? -- it is hard to unbelieve the minds used == not by me, I had boots on the tarmac the next day. Post Cognitive Dissonance Exp'osive Escape into a Seventies Jesus Freak Cult Forty years later, you finally see a psych… and start writing your way back out but quiet because you paid attention to a coded message, possible angelic, the God bless America, Merry Christ message in the bottle, jolly good. No, no, we went the way of mushrooms, we see silvered ravens, we, me and my associating intelligent spirits sat in the dark eating the same gnoshit, needful emptying one mind, refillable, with unbelievably deep reasons to make belief be tried as spirits may be tried, until truth outs itself from sacred and undeniable to plain self-evident. --- note to any in grief, know it true, death has no sting, it is only living that hurts this much.
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Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 9:14 PM UTC
Therapy for me, pain or shame for not me.
Rage, mindfully rerouted, laughing let me make light of war, if it kills you, it's over, but if you survive and crawl away, safe and sound, suffering from fool's shame blamed r a p e, can you envision My Khe and My Lai, really? -- it is hard to unbelieve the minds used == not by me, I had boots on the tarmac the next day. Post Cognitive Dissonance Exp'osive Escape into a Seventies Jesus Freak Cult Forty years later, you finally see a psych… and start writing your way back out but quiet because you paid attention to a coded message, possible angelic, the God bless America, Merry Christ message in the bottle, jolly good. No, no, we went the way of mushrooms, we see silvered ravens, we, me and my associating intelligent spirits sat in the dark eating the same gnoshit, needful emptying one mind, refillable, with unbelievably deep reasons to make belief be tried as spirits may be tried, until truth outs itself from sacred and undeniable to plain self-evident. --- note to any in grief, know it true, death has no sting, it is only living that hurts this much.
This was live... I was surprised, ok. I thought that through, I'd still feel better for saying it
kenpepiton
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Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 9:14 PM UTC
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