lot of black sculptural clanking the statuary in my mortuary

Blegrolls have been pruned of the moribund and moribund interned in the moribund mortuaries, I don't think any of you moved but if yes, don't worry, should you stir you will rise to the top of the mortuary where you're interned. Reminder: if you are Kinding me but me not you let me know, and as always, if there's someone you think I'd like/should read let me know, and as always, thanks for reading

Made a mother wash of red blue yellow watercolor and red blue yellow watercolor ink and am rotating red to orange to yellow to green to blue to purple to red to find good grays, each cycle through building on previous grays (just like posts on this shitty blog), forgive me, this bout of sidewaysitus the most fecund sidesaysitus since the last until the next, I thought about using below as new avatar on twitter but will not bounce Fleabus and at pOj and maybe but not yet, a whole grid of sideways jabbing angrily below the new head (and yes, there is big tablet news, the best and worse symptom of severe sidewaysitus, keep it to myself, you're welcome)

Our entire civilization is stupid and fake

Not ragging on this guy: Today in Duh, a Reminder

Both CNN and Politico make hard right turns

Shitlord surveillance titan invests millions in anti-feminist menstual tracker

A Black protester voiced anger at police in South Carolina. She got 4 years in prison

Of course most white cops are crackers

Social media is a privacy risk even if you're not signed up

Shitlord secretly funded climate denialism and other right-wing causes

Should we save newspapers from shitlords?

Why are conservatives happier than liberals?

Slouching towards Utopia - the last 150 years

Doomsday glacier the size of Florida melting faster than predicted

Jumping from Bay Bridge, a Maryland (well-known) secret

What do dolphins talk about?

Another new Lambchop song!

I SUPPOSE THIS IS ALL A LEFTHAND PATH

Alice Notley

Detective Hardwood looks like Batman this morning

pouty cupidy mouth

and a lot of black sculptural clanking

the statuary in my mortuary,

the Masonic Hall having burned again in dreams

but everyone still keeps skipping towards it

it's a hollow a round shell

my life as the shape of the ways I've been fucked

by prevailing thought & practice

all the conscious and unconscious sexisms

selfishnesses affluences assumptions suppressions in drift

GET   RID   OF   ALL   CONTROLS—is what the Soul keeps screaming.

____________________

I look up someone grins

you're a bloody feral wolf-face I like you.

____________________

I sleep-walked in a dream to a man's apartment—

a man I'm doing business with—

I forgot, but how could I? how I'd gotten there,

and when I die will I remember all such forgotten things 

GET   RID   OF   THE   CONTROLS

                                                                          I want to

remember now.

I apologized to the man for not adhering to office hours

it was four a.m. Office hours are better he said.

Don't arrive anywhere in your sleep

don't mix up night and day

soul and detective. No.

____________________

There must be so much to reclaim

because I'm so limited

____________________

this.

They broke your day

they fought it you

forgot how advantageous

to be fit with god and not see eye

you forgot gold sun brilliant

in this story

go in conscious.

____________________

That queen that Assyrian woman

was so cruel and that never

occurred to her ... but

those eyes saw raw smells and gods everywhere dusty

this dust I was truly assembled from

at least as you, we are communally

such.

If you say you'll hurt me, do you

really mean me

I  can't be, can I, hurt?

____________________

“Hut Sut Tut Mut there's gonna be a wedding”

I dream that's a song. Wake up with, in my head,

“They say don't go

on Wolverton Moun-tain” (“Her tender lips/are sweeter than hone-y”

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Later.

I have a drop of blood on a front tooth

I kind of don't mind—

This the list of what we've done:

         It was different structure we killed it

         put beasts in the refrigerator

         and that was almost as bad as my own enslavement.

         Then I saw Christ's blood pumped into a rejuvenating mummy.

         This great sickness we're part of apple clot

         and can you really chew it detective

         Oh sure I can, I'm Robert Mitch-ham.

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you've broke your own sto

I'm sort of hysterical

the E is it for hope, cutting

the E might be for Hope

Nope

and bloody, the bloodiest is Hope.

Where are the E's of exactness?

  E is my middle name