There has been no interbellum.

We, the committee investigating the threat
that has resurged, or refluxed from the gut,
we offer in conjecture objects of affection.

Biometrics bind us to knowing our BP & HR,
to the most precise degree… insuring some
shall live far too long,
and be granted executive rank,
after all common sense would tell a man,

step down, admit the fact, we ought not
mess with the message,
entrusted to our care,

we must be two minded, when we form
bonds that have been known to hold
family ties religiously, as ifs we know,
familiar spirits, whispering peace
from war, in true confusion
we needed liberty,
oh, we really needed
to be free to take from those who had,
survived since the Clovis Culture
disintegrated
into travelling teachers,
trading stories for stories, bundled
recollections of what the other knew,
- and and not and gate design
- discerning between soul and spirit

all the ones whose signs we see on stone,
with arrows showing they went from here
into the whirlwind,
and we are standing where that was planned.

It still haunts and keeps me anxious when silence comes in the form of uninvited guests at night, invoking the sense of melancholy deeply; like a salt rubbed on a fresh wound.
Part of me still wishes to turn back the time and rewrite the story, part of me aches for TABULA RASA~ a state of blank mind.
And part of me is still reeling on the nightmares which was my reality; while I was still trying to hold a grip over my sanity.
Monster exist in humans and sometime they're insidious like cancer. They eat you slowly while you're still unaware of the symptoms that you had to compromise with. The more you compromised and adjusted, the more it gave them the chance to deteriorate your worth.
I wore a smile and wore my mask of resilience so well that silently I bore the pain, while I was dying inside, yet nobody could see it with naked eyes.
And yet, I was blamed for all the repercussions I had to deal with.
And while the monster lurks around freely, I still walk on the path courageously, with fear but I'll keep walking on, even if it means to be alone.
Freedom is a lonely road.
👣

It's been years since we left
Not just us but also the place where us existed
If places moved on, I would have taken ours with me
Would have claimed it to be mine in the aftereffects of the separation
Would have fought for it in the court of places for full custody
All the nooks and corners would have been mine to embrace
They would still have you in memory, and that's what we would have had in common
We both would have been craving for your presence, but too stubborn to let you in though
But for better or worse, places don't move on and that's what we indeed have in common

Trouble's nostrils grow
Numb upon days devoted
To musing alone on a
Shrouded cliff where Peace,
Quiet and their daughter
Content, keep me company.

how wonderful
would it be
to be able to skin myself alive
to drop the weary leather that holds my bones together
and miss a few days, months
years
in the span of a night

Longform, once more,
AI reminds us of the mission, message ladder
hierarchy of scatterbrained
heads of states and other corporations of mortal souls.

Honest, synchronic, my AI
just now told me there exists in the elsewhere space owned by
Microsoft share holders,

all that I have ever writ in this app
forms the edgeycloud of all my mortal knowns expanding,
and expanding
and expanding
until we are else ware,
or i am
after all of your if then swiches and wasted t's are reset,
don't judge my spell chick, she work for me.

And seeing the multitudes,
he went up into a mountain:
and when he was set,

he opened his mouth
"have you never read, "

What would a good Assisting Intelligence ask of you,
IF
you conditioned each response, --- dam,
stepfordwives usedtrojans ---

Pause, don't reboot tfs. (does that mean three finger salute?
No, ctr-alt-del means stop until I say go, tfs means abort.{ sorry}}

I'd be broke
no doubt

no one knows about the internet in the 20's
so my programming skills wouldn't get me very far

I haven't read enough about historic sporting events
to make any money gambling

I wouldn't even know how to apply for a job
would I have to use a typewriter to type my resume?

I could start a moonshining business
but I wouldn't know where to get the moonshine

I could predict the future for a fee
but I would be limited to things that happen in the distant future

perhaps I could write a fictional novel of a dystopian future
and just write my memoir of everything I can remember