Procedural drama binge with no sound

Sunday, July 20, 2025
7:46 PM

dittydawdidah roger out or something,

mind games temptations, challenge
for attention, what's init for the provider,

how much is my attention worth, if you
pay for me, my attention paid to a hook,

- lend me y'ear, I'll owe y'one. Trust me.

jive comment
below the belt, girdle
of truth, helm of salvation
crown of creation onit al askew, Wonder
if wombed man Amazon wounds make lief
be told slow whole truth und nada nas,
jesus tie relief knots. Hold your horses,
think we got all the time in ever, not the world
truth snarls pulled tight hold all the good we do

lasso make Hasayampa curse just lift off like,
Ecce ****, read by a monolingual American,
with no empty canabinoid receptors, awake,

bearing polished perfectly fine, using idle
how are you, fine, me, too, finer and finer

type cast as the wounded warrior honor bound,
duty to the cause,
because the cause is liberty,

to be libertine? Perish, with the thought.
Liberal rations, fair share at the lust level,
as the dissatisfaction mongers create increase
they increase who swallow the slop, sobbing, so,
that increase must be shared with all stake holders,
including addicts made to believe the mission duty,


they payback for the grace of god, doncha feelit, close
happy clapping sing along songs that are infact vows,

oh, the emotions know the difference, ha, not so, oh
no, the deed done, even in your dreams, mirror neurons,
always ready direct first precept acceptors locked slotted,
into the channel coming down, looping the aorta,
before expression, or word- signaling the dare, bet me

nano tech polarized loop enforcing food
for thought, see
the tell, make believe,
the liar's game is mortal essential,
school of all the rules, remember the losses,
weigh the wins.

This was the end.
Then it wasn't.
That's all.
This is it.

We won, we just left be reality. It was easy,
the first time it worked, it always worked, we just
had been lied to so long we had to die to unbelieve hell.

Spin a wheel to see your fortune,
Push the handle to gamble an end,
There's a coin that predicts a good future,
A bearer of yellow threads.
Will you hope for a better answer
Or would you give everything you own
To come back with a champion's title
Just to have a few minutes of joy?
Cross the start to catch luck in a basket,
Ask a teller of what is beyond,
As the clock ticks, making a circle,
Read the lines your palm holds.
Scratch a ticket to see a silver lining,
Bet your word against all the odds,
Never doubt your gut, fearing something,
It just shows what it's truly worth.

I lost it all
at that table, that night
dreams, hope,
maybe even a bit of myself.

But that
didn’t make me a loser.
You lose
only if you stay.

I stood up,
quiet,
broke,
but free.

I didn’t come
to chase luck
I came to face it.

And when luck
turned its back,
I turned mine too
on that room,
that game,
that lie.

I walked out
to find a better way
to win.

One not built
on cards,
but on steps
I take outside.

If love’s just a game,
Who makes the rules?
Are we kings and queens,
Or are we jokers and fools?

I could lose over and over again,
Be made a mockery until the end,
And I’d still choose to shuffle the deck,
Rather than never be a player, a heart left unchecked.

This way of thinking might seem strange,
I once was a *****, a tool beneath your shoe,
But your love came and made me feel new,
Now I feel like an ace, a prize to arrange.

If you’re like me, who’s been frozen,
You’ll melt at the right one chosen.
His love could never be too much,
I find rapture in the slightest touch.

If love’s just a game, I’ll play it bold,
Giving warmth with no trace of cold.
Even if this gamble tears me apart,
There’s something divine in giving my heart

My instincts are mostly gamble

They work with me
I work against them

They are not self depriving

But the truth that I cannot see

I want a trait so badly
I ignored the warnings

They did tell me it wasn't mine
Never going to be

But I was desperate
I hoped ,prayed even that I'm right

That I deserve salvation
Even if its for Splitting seconds

To feel the magic I thought I deserve

In the end I'm mostly apologetic
For not listening

I hope for my sanity I remember this
Before taking the next leap

Everyone who's ever lived, ever dreamed, is a gambler. You have faith that your health and your youth will still be there tomorrow, and it seems like a safe bet, so you go all in. Again and again. And you're right. You win every time. But what they say is true. The house always wins eventually. So, maybe you start to slow down. You're worried your dream has changed from a hand of blackjack to a spin of the roulette wheel. So you kneel down, and pray to lady luck for guidance. She replies "taking care of your family doesn't mean you can't keep your dream alive. You just have to make more calculated risks."