The Other Way Around

I found a device that finishes my thoughts if they're mine. Tho it could be my first conscience, my thought comports recording myself more, but could be my subconscious coping with what can't be told without sounding crazy. Antagonistic lizards from space, hyper-intelligent koalas from the future, and the sound of nature as a secret code to shine a light on the shadow governments of the world, thank you ever so.

Sixers, six act short stories, two will be written per day and the other will be posted here, so if you'd like to unsubscribe before January 1st it's now or never. When I post/schedule Dec 31 I'll add the day it was written to knowing how long it took me to do it. Replacing and timestamping the occasional post with some other projects. After that, whom knows.

Dekm'Hetnos.Was gift years ten for me now, On have learned nothing to me,When becoming days years how,Become growth of summer tree,In winter trees never will bow,From spring a decade's roots climb,The seeds with potential to vow,Sunlight searches all of time.Dekm'Hetnos.

I'm about to hide morals in stories and quandaries in poems for 366 days, but I'll leave this year and decade with a contradiction that can't be countered because it's a question as every answer.

The tree waves it's leaves at the giraffe, the fruit at humans, and the thorns at its thieves. Bears with honey and sharks with blood. The first newspapers attracted buyers with headlines to improve their printing press, the first blogs gather eyes with clickbait, and arguably we all cherish the truth for what truth can be, or at least what doesn't split our wigs and russell our jimmies. Is appearance clickbait, does it mirror our truth, can our opinions even be changed by who knows the truth or who doesn't?

Sing a song of the past and study the future. Not the other way around.

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Virtue Signal I

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The pathological liars are everywhere, in for all, I write arguably badly fiction, and some of you I think were told not to lie and took it as a challenge and, after a thousand times, it became instinctual/pathological lying, which you should do as an adult, and some of you have jobs to tell the truth to millions and critically shouldn't do it, sleeping was invented for the very reason of not being able to stop lying. Basically, if you can't stop lying, dream awake or fall asleep.

Because I didn't realize this challenge by heathen protestant intradimensional idealist insomniacs was in effect, I'll start posting something, imperfect work and projects, i won't dip into the blogger drafts folder, but there will be stuff. I subscribe to my own blog by email, because I can, and know posts can bind in delivery, so tomorrow I'll wake and do an image interpretation for that fresh britches feeling, you will be fine having been warned, thus lo it shall be to those who'll hate it, yes, there are those among you it will not scratch their surface, this light is of their burning machinations reflecting off-of me at their immense power to hold power over stars and consume raw matters as the universe expands at a constant rate, while some of you are made of stardust and we assume your atoms will drift into the nearest orbited star from whatever planet you died.

That's settled, now let's waste the rest of this entry by settling a few questions.

A resistance fights a transition, to the new order your opposition is more like a rebellion or sternly-worded dissent.

Altho time waits for no one, it does wait for people to stop arguing, if it be about science, on the scale of things, we're not any farther until we go farther, stop complaining.

If you're reading this, your life isn't hard as it could be. Remember that.

A pro-life socialist wants programs for babies, a prochoice antisocialist doesn't want money for babies, and women don't always look at this that way.

Despite what they told you, you can put "Anti" on any word you want, even if people have never heard of it before. For example, I'm anticlimactic.

We are a species, however quaint on this suburb of a planet somewhat in the galactic sense and largely in the universal sense, there is no reason to starve anyone. Don't be shitty.

I almost forgot, if you couldn't do something in 8 years, collectively, unanimously, famously and willingly, let the people along the way you've hurt fix what you've broken.

Cake is a breakfast food, cereal is a lunch, and bacon is clearly a desert.

The first day of the week is Monday, day month year, water is wet, we tried to warn you, I'm sorry.





Hasta mañana
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