Sunday, February 19, 2012

"...Your Huckleberry..."


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So you DARE to call me crazy? I'll debate that point's contention, best prepare to pay a "freight" conjectured fair! See, I'll snap your weak derision (born of fatuous pretension!), and return it with three folds—you best beware!
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Your "insult's" insufficient! It defines your small pretension—and it frames you out, so plain, for all to see. Why, your reductionism's facile; I am shoved upon its "edge" ... but I'm absolved your self-control; of you I would be free!
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See? You're not remotely "free," dim-bulb... you're fettered by "restriction," impeded by that cold wet fish of *class*... its "bitch" tradition!  Tradition's over-mechanized to shore-up jealous means. Its ceremony shackles us and keeps us from our dreams.
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Who lives where you'd know terror, friend; who knows the secret deals? Who knows what kids are thinking (and that from them you shall steal!)? ...Who knows if washboard clouds must mean a sound—so low—is heard; only whales hear this music so should live free, undeterred...

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...For me, I'd freely die out on the edge of airless space... before I'd give an inch to such as you. Your *righteous* soporific's flatly specious in its whining... what we come to find is blatantly untrue!

Why, it's you who's plainly crazy—self-defined, and then what's next? Why, it's you, a mawkish blue-nose, who contrives our failed test. It's you, your foul "activity", and your *righteousness* pretended—to you of course that can't apply... hypocrites transcend it!
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As for you, you'll get comeuppance when the truth you hide is known. Who climbs your walls in anger, and who drags you from your home? Who will ask the questions that are answered from the heart? You shall not have your lawyer there to play his scabrous part!
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You'll stand alone, uncovered. Who's then calling on the phone? Who makes you pay for disrespect... Who's throwing back your bone?
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Who's had enough of *secrets*? Who'll make you rue your day... that you hitch good folks to servitude, and then make them pay your way?
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You don't deserve the secrets that should rain from starry skies. You don't deserve that bounty, and you shouldn't wonder why!

Content to stumble blindly in the shadows of the *Fathers*, you fletch them out as heroes, and won't listen or be bothered if we later find them ill advised, aligned by specious *sight*, a shackle on our freedoms—an obstructer of our light.
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You contrive your *little* secret in the hopes that you slide by—are absolved for your indifference so we gulp your bigger lie. I point this out, flat mad as hell, as I am off off my knees! I'd play to pay the piper, so our children could be free!
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For this you mock/deride me, that I see you wear no "clothes"—that I mock your lack of balance, and your ethic's full of holes. That the 'man' would squeeze your gonads, and you'd toe his unjust line. You'd spew unjust derisiveness, abusing all you find!
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You'd encourage new divisiveness while the world slowly dies. You'd abrogate "decisiveness" to feed your fat despised.
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Giving in to their malignity, you are the true depraved! You have given in to devils! You are wrong, unjust, unbrave!  You prosecute the innocent to suit depraved elites; you undercut our value and then push us to the streets.
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I bite an unwashed thumb at you! I give the "secret" sign! I hoist my middle finger in the hopes that you're confined! I continue my rude gestures—I intimate contempt. Your outrage and annoyance, I portend, is heaven sent!
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See, your lack of face emboldens me, I am DRIVEN by your spite! Encouraged by your bitter bile I fight a better fight! Your taunts? My ammunition! Your jeers? My hand grenades! Your petty— facile—comments fuel poetic fusillades!
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I've strength where you have weakness 'cause I understand your plight. I hate your jealous shadows! You hate that I want light!
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So I fester in your kill file! I shall not go away. Like Jefferson's black progeny? I'll know the truth one day!  'Till then I'll be so "up your nose," your pea-brained head distends!  Your lips will feel my scrubbing knees, my boot heels feel your chin.
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  • Yeah—too!  Those you'd criticize—for all their competences, talents and integrities—may have feet of clay as all do. Their mistakes have been made. Their credulities have been strained. Their assumptions have been prosecuted. Their confidences have been betrayed.  These are significant still for their consistent sincerity... even as I can't agree with them in all cases...
  • ...Yet they are as GODS of absolute HUMILITY and perfect certification when compared with your boundless, if groundless hubris, tedious self-promotion, and abundant lack of wit...
  • "You grovel at the feet of these, a piss-wit's toad on scabby knees..."
  • See?  You are especially obnoxious given that the "fruit" from your metaphoric "trees" screams "dolt," "lack-wit," "troll," "fatuous bore," and "coward"! Your production is laughably homocentric, hopelessly narcisisstic and your pathetic explication evidence of rank cowardice, intellectual and otherwise, only.
  • That's an exposing exposé worthy of an exposed exposure, eh?  Still, entirely lost on you, I suspect.  That's what reflex reductionism will do for you: enslave you to a mis-applied Occam... See, it remains that sometimes it is required to "complicate the hypothesis," klasskurtxian swine.  Occam never ruled that out contrary to what you might have believed.  He said, "not without necessity"!  Necessity commands!
  • Step off, there's a lad.  Then pound cement past a prolapsed pore. There, that's better.  Know too: "I'll be your huckleberry...," and strike the sun were it to provide your offense!  It's.  My.  Job!
  • You know who you are.  Bunched up, inbred, and mutually supporting, one metaphoric or literary grenade gets you all!  Read on.

Sunday, February 05, 2012

...The "You" You'd Recuse...

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Think what you want, friend, regarding *Abduction*. A nest full of liars, mistaken, or cursed? Consider them making a play for your dollar, not worthy your notice—revolting, or worse?
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Then make them a scapegoat? Make them your clowns! Make them embarrassed?  Make them suffer your frowns!
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Use them, abuse them—assign "yellow stars"! Mock them as bar-flies from Venus or Mars! Do what you will to stay 'comfy' and 'safe.' Lie to yourself!  Pretend it's you, brave!
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Yes, treat with derision this hapless *minority*, but cling to *fraternities*, and stuck-up *sororities*. Cling to your Bibles, your tracts and epistles, then slink past your graveyards... not daring to whistle!
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Laugh while you can, you shameless elite! You stuttering boneheads! You artless effete!
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We're an atom in an ocean! Who's to say what drifts our way... on the currents so indifferent to the games that YOU might play! We're a grain upon a tiny beach unaware we're unaware... of why it is that we're betrayed by cultures I forswear.
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We're a tiny—larval—bit of life bereft most truth and conscience! We're saints, if psychopathic; we're seers sans all sentience! We're all the things we'd hate to be, still, carry just a tad of everything that art t'would  be... if presently quite mad!
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When you laugh at our afflicted, but then put them in your 'shows', you make dishonest dollars while you thumb an upturned nose! You wallow in this disrespect; you frolic for the 'man'; you caper for his pennies... then accept his "penis," glad!
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With all "credence" to that party-line you give your blind support... you detract from our progressiveness—so we take it in the shorts!
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There is no investigation! You've maintained that it's unneeded! No one's even *looking*! "Looks" entreat and beg, beleaguered! No one has the *courage* 'cause they know it's unrewarding. Ford knows *that* kind of courage is discouraged—MAIMED, and thwarting!
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...Sad crews of us cooperate to give your bat-squeeze added weight, but likely ALL are strung along until disaster's sung its song...
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We could have been more strident! We could have made demands—perhaps elected persons who would make those harsh commands!
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We could have saved more money—brought our population down. We could have cleaned our rivers—put our wires underground. We could have told our kids the truth in schools of trust and light! We could have made the effort to get Ready, Real—Right!
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But we maintained the status quo, we stayed the party line. We laughed at the abductees, and we wasted precious time!
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We snickered up appointed sleeves while millions suffered, starving BLIND! We spun a temple's finger while *abductees* lost their very minds.
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They're given harmful counsel, it happens all the time—made thinking that it's them gone mad! Some "doctors" should do time!  Yeah, ask the woman, Emma Woods  if she's been on that ride. Assess her story's elements, then see what you decide.
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So think what you will, "Phil"—regarding abduction! Stay the old course of your sad reproductions! Forget you knew nothing; forget you're the fake! Pretend your foundations don't crumble and break!
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Forget that the saucers still fly in your skies; forget the abducted and pretend that their cries... are musings of idiots, cretinous loons who scratch at your wallet then howl at your moon! See, it's you and not *abductees*, who are "out to lunch" today! It is YOU, and not abductees, sopped in fulsome naivete!
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YOU are the cause of their pitiful nescience! It's you at the core of our sad lack of sentience! Subject to laughter, enduring derision, we're TRAPPED on the barbwire of your lack of vision!
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Your time is now passed on a ship which has sailed. You're a fat lady sung and a bread that's gone stale. The pendulum swings as it's wont then to do, and it matters... not Muslim, your "Christian," or Jew.
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...Not Shiva, or Krishna, nor Buddha have clues. It's your felt experience, reader! The "you" you'd recuse!



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  • A salute, then, to Emma and her genuine courage. Let's walk with her, then, and so be less discouraged. She's on the right path; she carries her load. I'll walk with her gladly; she's a light on the road!

  • Too, restore John Ford at ANY cost! An institution which countenances this atrocity of injustice is not worthy of continuance. Verily, any institution that could be brought down by the legal and righteous efforts of just one man—SHOULD be brought down!