While a Pinned-up PSYOPS Leaflet Declares, *If You Sleep in a Cemetery, You’re Bound to Have Nightmares*

Maybe me and my ennui with me and ennui with me versus the clusterfuck, but it seems to me we tribal anger addicts are being fed less mwork since the limp season finale of Debt Ceiling Doomsday. Summer, yes, and the last summer before next summer which will suck, psyops-wise, I vouch only for me. Here's the latest on my left eye

Even top shitlord psyop idiot savants (and the coding idiot savants that deposit in your eager ear our shitlord psyop idiot savants' daily doses) need vacations too (and not depositing daily doses a daily dose unto itself, yo), why not vacation in June 2023, they'll be busy June 2024. Summer 2024, you think you are being reprogrammed now, wait till next summer, I am telling you three times next summer is gonna suck. Here's the latest on my right eye

Yes, I've been lazy, you haven't noticed but the blogrolls need weeding and the dead or just slumbering need dug out of active rolls and buried in dead rolls, I'll get to it or not, this is both an appealing and frightening development in my damn. Meanwhile, directly below: my review (and current state of my head, I'm happy, it's fantastic and appalling) of the new Pere Ubu album, the funnest, brightest, ubuiest Pere Ubu album since 2013's *Lady from Shanghai,* go bandcamp it now

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The Disinformation Wars: An Epistemological, Political, and Socio-Historical Interrogation
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Building a mass movement to stop Cop City
You will be jailed for protesting Cop City
if you're not first murdered for protesting Cop City
If the Police Can Decide Who Qualifies as a Journalist, There Is No Free Press
The Big Deception: the biggest lie
Lockheed Martin Boosts Earnings Outlook Citing Billions Of Innocent People Still Left To Kill
The Anti-Anti-Semitism Follies
The Other Side of the Needle’s Eye
Avedon Carol's occasional links
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A shitlord bankrolling cop city, or: NEVER shop Home Depot
Maggie's weekly				FRESH HELL
If you aren't daily checking out Doom & Gloom from the Tomb, do, yo
Hey! there's new Hey Colossus!
{ feuilleton }'s weekly				Elucidation

THE ADVANCE

Tom Sleigh

Out the barred window sandbags

in a sagging wall surround the guard post

where a soldier half-hidden by the flag

holds his rifle on his knees and looks a little lost.

It’s Sunday and quiet, the traffic noise

off aways, the sea behind the post flat as the tarps

pulled tight over the troop trucks.

Somewhere down the hall soldiers are being boys,

telling some joke in Arabic

in which I’m pretty sure I hear the word “zubrak”:

I walk between shelves loaded with canned rations,

the cool expiring slowly in the high-ceilinged room

while a pinned-up PSYOPS leaflet declares,

If you sleep in a cemetery, you’re bound to have nightmares.

2

No one sees the doll’s decapitated head small

and neat in rubble. Never tired or sleepy,

the head is its own country

obstinately surviving, the pupil

of   its one eye peering through the glass’s pure

transparency. And a few feet away lie its slim, plastic,

long-legged thighs almost like

an obscenity the eye watches over —

no one in the street, nothing but bolt-marks

from tank-treads scarring the concrete

to give any of   it drama — and what

about the way the lips’ frozen smirk

keeps daring me to touch the sexless V

between the thighs staring up at me?