⑴.
Q: Is it Merely "I Was Here?" and 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝐼? anyway —
I'm over thought.
All's left's doing.
Currents.
Drawn like curtains or conclusions.
Gone tumbledown illusions.
Weighted.
It's all going to look so dated.
I'd say at this point my primary influences are the hum-drone of machinery. The steady streaming of pace's pedestrian click. Uneven stumble of clop-flop.
Bloodlust.
Bloodloss.
Blood not forgotten.
Isolation.
Unrest.
Unease.
(a pause please)
. . .
INK ME IN DEAD TREES.
𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒.
SPILL ME WITH COFFEE AND STUCK LIPS.
𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒.
PISS MY NAME IN MOON SNOW.
𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖.
PUT ME DOWN.
𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍.
PICK ME UP.
𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏.
CALL ME.
𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄.
𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐉𝐎.
H𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮:
⑵.
to SHIT in ONE HAND
I WISH MY BABIES WOULD LIVE FOREVER,
BUT I HAVE SEEN THE CYCLE,
AND IT GOES ON AND ON,
AND ON AND ON . . .
░░ CHIAROSCURO — TWO CIRNECO DELL'ETNA DOGS / MID-LEAP / LIGHT AND SHADOW ░░
Two Cirneco dell'Etna dogs leaping in the air, forming perfect arcs — chiaroscuro technique, dramatic contrast between light and shadow, emphasizing motion and form — dogs captured mid-leap, bodies curved gracefully, agility and elegance — minimalistic background to highlight chiaroscuro effect, focusing on dynamic movement and play of light and shadow.
⑶.
Blue Healer
Saw human GIBSON* (not real name!) out with dog TIMEX (real).
First time I ever saw GIBSON he had two dogs.
Then one dog.
Then a two-legged dog with a back-leg wheelbarrow.
(struck by a car, I believe)
: - (
) - :
Now he's back to one. (and four)
I hope they keep on ticking.
Where there is abundance – let me share it; where there is time – let me spend it; and where there is treasure – let me use it for your glory. Amen.
⑹.
𝐼𝑁𝑇𝑅𝑈𝑆𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑇𝐻
𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 —— 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 . . .
FUCK YOU.
LET ME GET THAT 𝐵𝐴𝑆𝐾𝐸𝑇𝐵𝐴𝐿𝐿.
I heard your daddy talk to hisself now.
Drool too.
Piss whatever pants you can get on him.
Past them bloated calves.
Piss out them pampers.
Said he still goes for walks sometimes.
And his dumb ole-ass about gets hit by a car every time.
Your whole family gone be dead soon.
A-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Fuck you.
𝐺𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝐿𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠.
.
.
⑺.
𝐀 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.
If you want to 3D print a fuckdoll of me you'll need to guesstimate.
I don't know my height or my weight.
Tetra grammar godsdamn name.
Stackshit not an incheon vain.
⑻.
𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐌
I just had the realization that I've already done the work.
Adding salt to injury.
Head on a swivel and hips too.
Just in case a snake might try to make a snack OF you.
░░ EARLIEST COMPUTER GRAPHICS — DAMAGED BRAIN / PIXEL / MONOCHROME GREEN-ON-BLACK ░░
Artistic representation of severely damaged brain with large hole — styled older and more primitive than previous images — extremely pixelated, monochrome green-on-black style, earliest form of computer graphics — larger pixels, more abstract details, reflecting limitations of very early computing technology — no surrounding interface or text, focusing solely on pixelated brain image.
⑽.
𝙵𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍.
𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃:
This shit's supposed to help you relax.
But I feel like Cactus Jack with a back full of thumbtacks.
Broken glass bloodbath.
Imploding cage.
Walls cave.
.
I failed to meet the mission.
A line gone dead.
A wind to piss in.
A flawful operation.
A fading apparition.
presented in
FRAGMENTED REALITY
a subsidiary of
𝘟𝘌𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘏𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘈
"Inevitability — Delivered."
I AM A FRIGHTFUL CHARACTER. IT IS OK. THANK YOU.
SELECT ME?
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 . . .
𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 / a / k / a ＪＱＤ
is a self-taught integrated media company
founded haunted and enchanted in 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚂, 𝙲𝙰.
𝘑𝘜𝘐𝘊𝘌𝘋 𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌
YEAH
YOU
KNOW —
I've still got drafts to push.
All this junk about.
Amnesia's ambush.
Wanna clear it all out.
But then I add on to it.
Overdo it.
.
Books.
Bibles.
Bukkake compiled.
Dungheap colonic.
All of it.
Appalling lit.
.
Drain the witch.
Pratfall forfeiture.
Fake my signature.
Seize the devil by the tail.
Empty me to see so the vessel may sail.
.
New experiences are forthcoming.
As promised.
As ever.
As if.
Anything other.
.
But first, the old crimes must be brought to light.
Tried and true.
And trite.
Ball-loads gone blue.
A tryst with a trick.
Beckoning spite.
Quite quietly.
Mouse meek.
Met mightily.
Long ugly weeks recovering from (literal) self-inflicted wounds.
Oops.
NOW:
It's hard to type or to sit still.
Fucked up all my plans.
Find new paths to pain.
Unforced erroneous.
Been too depressed to function.
Just shy of the requisite rage to fuck shit up.
.
Sheepishness subsides.
Wolf we are inside.
.
I'd say more.
Mine's claymore mines.
But we've seen how sayings play out.
Fine —
.
Unopened mouth's ammunition in doubt.
A southerly wind sings removal's route.
REAL SCHIZ LIT . . . REAL SCHIZ LIT . . . REAL SCHIZ LIT . . .
🕛
⚠️ 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . . .
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃.
— 𝐽𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠
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