This page is dedicated to sharing the results of an idea I came up with to keep me writing at a conspiracy forum. There’s lots to not believe when physics is a lie; there’s the truth; there’s how people fight the truth, and then there’s still ways to drive the truth home. GLP, Godlike Productions is that online forum, and I post as boutreality there. You can look up a thread to start at with Lies Planned for Future Physics, if interested. No surprise if you’re leery; check out this page and see if you like it. Hopefully we’ll get enough cooperation from whoever owns the channels I pick…
To change things up I will get to what serves as the opening at the original thread where this idea started later, but for now, let’s clean some concepts. Simple recipe: something to read and something to listen to – the order might change – but for each person who is willing to try, just take it all in, for this and the next one, and we’ll be cleaning some concepts:
Young World and New Love
When she was ten-years-old she started crouching outside low enough to force her palm to the gravel, stretching her fingers as wide as they could go and making the webbing between her thumb and index fingers begin to burn, because the stinging drew out for a few minutes inside her hand afterward.
It had become her daily secret.
She used her right hand most of the time. To the right hand of… like the ma and pa said, but they also said, five is for the dead.
She grew and started not to mind wishing them dead but only in the small secrets she kept locked inside her strange pastime of pressing her hand to the driveway that was at the end of the unpaved road cars would take to get there.
Men would arrive and come, make promises but always leave. Never sending a word but sometimes they brought flowers.
Five fingers stretched to pain and palm skin pressing into tiny pebbles and granules of dirt, because seeing her whole hand that way made a half-moon, and she decided that a half-moon is for the dead.
She met Ma and Pa at eight. She was thirteen when she realized she could count on one hand the hours she was allowed to have her shoes to wear during the times she, her foster siblings and Ma and Pa were all in the house together, or for the long passes she spent dwelling outside dreaming in quiet pain and breathing through gritted teeth, barefoot.
No one wanted her to run away.
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The Product of Need
It’s a quiver in cold morning that can only belong to air, but arrives with the presence of a body all the same.
Islands with strips of ocean between them – the water always absent violent tide shifts between them – overtaking land from the eastern extremities of California westward, if you know the door.
Those who cannot find the door or will not be allowed, have dreams and that’s where the market can reintroduce need.
Make the product:
- On her knees, at eight.
- Tongue skills have to start on time; by age six.
- Order is ours to give.
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Those 2 were the opening to clean concepts, and give people an idea of what’s needed – songs and words are fun, but you get nowhere without the work. So, let’s see if people taking this next one in, can help to clean some concepts. Words first, to give the song that follows context.
Freedom/Eyes Shut: Starlight
Freed to Write,
I’m offset by the arrogance you’re commanding in silence. Do not talk when you know how, wait for someone else to facilitate the conversation, forget it happened. Don’t blame the accelerant and refuse to let go of what it burnt to give you feeling. Drink what keeps you sane. Call anyone not depressed manic. Pretend words you sent are not meant for correspondence.
Keep taking pills someone else tells you are okay, call the person on the other end to see if they’re talking. Pretend they’re not there when not corresponding. Look for codes that don’t exist, tell suspect you think word use is not why they’re going to die. Tell me we are not the paranoid because you are not me, and I have never been you.
Tell each other this is democracy, drink a fake soft drink and act the way you take it means you can take, never knowing how odd the claim. If no one communicates whom is alive? (No one belongs to the subject.) I hate the phone. This is not opposite-speak, which is apparently what passes in your necks, of your woods.
Freed to Read,
And the memories wear off as irreplaceable echoes, the laws they imply are reprehensible. How many people think we are in love? The simple answer, who knew? How was love born without first stipulating the need for a womb? Answers are written in the sand like the footprints of two lovers who never went so far before touching each other’s hands.
Nobody knew necks were gateways and the answers stranger. Everyone assumed the pay required the duty collected. We left in the open. We’ll continue in the closure. People told us the answer was finding the crooked and laughing it off. No one knew the tolls paid by those this war left behind.
Lines were drawn by satellites the others knew would go down. Some preferred planets, others planners. Neither discovered the truth before reaching a mutual agreement. Arguments became liars. Judgments became monsters. Neither told the other side what it knew. The jury was kept hidden in dark, secret rooms.
Freed to Interpret,
All screaming, torn flesh, and images aside, where did anyone go? Within a confirmed access to pleas designed by allocated light, this is written over television. Telling you we never knew seeing made us blind; acceptance made us guilty; support means we’re sponsored. What overtook everyone was steadily compensatory. Taking skin to be a smile and a light to be what’s lit. Compassion is to not respect the workplace and maintain your expectation that the oversight committee will foresee where the participants drew the line.
Freed to Exist,
Sky was your flesh and ground became your sand, weighed time then laughed.
Starlight: Eyes Shut
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Now I’ll get around to explaining myself. It starts with demonstrating the consciousness of creativity and how it may be used to enable understanding in a broader context. To open with appropriate signal and sentiment, listen:
“If ideas, knowledge, have such a physicality, it’s in part because words themselves are characterized by a bodyness of which we aren’t often aware…”
-From Ron Loewinsohn and the introduction of The Embodiment of Knowledge by Williams Carlos Williams, who was a medical doctor, a poet, an author, and a playwright. Loewinsohn was a confidant and friend to Williams and the book was Williams’ last work, in fact The Embodiment of Knowledge was printed from things Williams wrote and kept in a file they found in his offices at Yale university.
Among other things, the introduction explains a conviction that Williams held: Written knowledge is best communicated by a writer who is intimately aware of the content of words; a poet.
Words have been heard and cycled through sentient awareness for millions of years, and each word holds slightly shifting meanings in a person’s subconscious awareness. Letting these nuances be silently, internally addressed and considered in the viewer, reader, or listener is the point of creativity.
In our creative impulse we are addressing our conscious awareness from levels of our own subconscious and unconscious, and establishing a regular creative outlet externalizes a valuable internal dialog. A writer who engages this process earnestly for long enough will present knowledge, if it is the task, to several levels of the reader’s conscious awareness.
For example, all 3 levels of conscious awareness; unconscious, subconscious, and conscious, are meant to be written from in stream of consciousness writing, so that all the same levels in the reader may register a response. Here’s about 2 pages of finished stream of consciousness work if you’re into that: https://anewgnosis.com/2020/03/05/physical-existentialism/
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BIBLIOGRAPHY
Williams, Carlos Williams. Loewinsohn, Ron. The Embodiment of Knowledge. New York: New Directions Publishing Corporation 1974. Print.
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For these entries I pick the part that isn’t my writing based on what moves people and what I believe they need to hear. Song first this time, to shade the words.
Visit to Collective Consciousness, Extrapolated
Trade flowers for the girl’s softening face, trade a discussion on how every decision at every level of governance is made for a market standing to profit for talking about what movie you saw after where you ate dinner.
Space between complete strangers has grown acrid without a scent to note the change, no sinking sensation bottoming out the gut. Eyes betray an occasional unnamed anger and ferocity. Planners, architects, and their consorts celebrate, compensated to bring this mess about, flaunting adornments commiserate to the rarified trappings of success. Touting the greatness of their handlers and superiors up until their death, we won’t know if their last conscious thought was to question.
…Sides apparently chosen by who signs the checks…
Contractors extend our rulers’ reach through technological means to preserve and grow their power, making them immune to mortal consideration. Our living Gods, embodied microscopically along bloodlines, build voids to keep their technology concealed to all but the trained mind. With their machines they can personally step right into you. Macroscopically, the likelihood they do so is proportionate to your ability to fight.
…Most indwellers are autonomic; programmed shifts of darkness…
What you know is nothing if you can’t increase profit margin, TV anchors your insight, and get your vaccine early before supplies run out. Physiological health through proper nutrition is impossible. Compounds forced together by a pharmaceutical lab tech are the only valid course of treatment. Corral all damaging pathologies, fragmented piecemeal invasions directed at any system to found an attack on any other system’s susceptibility. Consider the resulting systemic degradation of disparate body functions normal, all treatments redirect and reroute, separating symptoms from cause until pieces fight pieces.
…Keeps heads happy and willing, convinced it’s the order of things…
Their dominion metastasizes first deeper into your psyche then outward into the cosmos, cancer keeps the world in order. Knowledge is our white elephant, too costly to upkeep and properly attend.
…Stratified to appropriately defeat both knower and victim.
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Miley Cryus did her own version of the song that comes after the words, she put a bit of country in her voice because what else could she do; the Cardigans’ version was perfect. Beyond that, the vid for the Miley version featured all backing players wearing masks. Please enjoy the piece but, if you do not get immunology, or why personal protective equipment is needed in certain cases, while masks “for consideration” damage immune resistance, after checking this page, F*CKING LEAVE.
This site is called A New Gnosis because it does not abide populist ignorance being mistaken for an approving consensus. (Bio 101 and becoming an adult who supposedly cares should have taught you better, or you should have paid attention.)
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Prenuptial Courtship
Quintessential apparitions, we talked too long and got nothing done.
As they became their custom, we became comfortable on the outside looking in and at their invitation we’d attend concerns, laughing while they searched our persons for their stones. From these excursions we fashioned our characters.
Necklaces underwrote rings, embittering pre-deposed views.
Compensatory arbitration lasted for so long as we had polyurethane crowns, mirrors held up to loved ones’ scratching tests, and until settlements were reached in the interest of saving common space. Title this backwards.
Half the estate of (undersigned) will be granted to a party yet to be named.
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Longer excursion here, so you know that upfront. Once upon a time, and origin narratives have been used to calm the cultural awareness of entire societies of people throughout the ages in order to direct mass cognition toward the commonalties of agreed upon reasoning, and historically they have factored into how people have been driven to justify their nation’s and their community’s goals. Setup is about one page, then song, story is just over two pages, then one more song.
THE DAWN OF THE CLIMATE CHANGE SEX & DEATH CULT – A NON-FAIRY TALE
There’s a real science to how the practice of concern over moisture leaving the atmosphere of the Earth has been handled since the populated planet began. This has always been to conceal one salient and unfortunately, physics-backed fact – men want sex and will commit to extreme orchestrations to obtain it – orchestrations that would only be possible were the Earth ran as a patriarchal system, insomuch as only the conclusions of the males who are closest to sanctioned power formulate the final, direction-setting voice people must follow.
What starts at the next section may as well be a fairy tale account, as the claim is one conspiracy of men has persisted no matter how estranged from fact their founding theories are, and the operational voice for their reasoning, that would work to explain the many ministrations these men and only them enact, results from a decision-making process that was built through covert educations specific to each man’s sect, which always enforced in their developing minds that what only their kind knows is so important that they in particular have to know it – in a sense, for their generation – and its import is made evident in that adolescent boys in this subculture, typically starting late junior high age, are given sexual rewards in return for demonstrating that they know how to think correctly and act appropriately during their adolescence.
There is no way that the boys of each generation as they grow into their roles in evil traditions across the planet, are all accustomed to sex-based incentivization with girls who are at times their own classmates being used as tools to encourage their behavior and performance, without the widespread, institutionalized breeding of girls who are raised to serve as sex slaves.
For every societal upheaval, when answering every demand for change the patriarchal layout of power has been in charge and when distilled to its working agency, the interest of the rulers to – if not in power themselves – surreptitiously control women history remembers as rulers has been reason to take over female development in every modern society – which justifies regular abductions of females and explains why girls are forced into sex slavery; because not only can women be controlled and used to puppet-lead a nation or a company, men regularly have their wills broken for sex and to evil in charge, that makes sex currency.
The hidden ready endorsement of sex slavery for the female that the normal world usually writes off as a hypersexualized but expected consumer marketplace, actually signals that in evil’s culture it is accepted that women are raised to be property, and oftentimes their wombs become baby mills, intended only to grow evil more sex slave women and men who control them. This evil is backed by a brand of physics, and secret male group workings for guaranteed sex have lasted since the beginning of the inhabited planet. Facilitators may have some of the physics, the servant men are paid in sex and rewarded for not asking questions; it has always been this way.
It is obvious a contingent of men rewarded with sex only they can secure is not going to out themselves, especially when their infrastructure is edified in the sex-enabled rearing of their most important and influential – so sex slavery virtually arrived on Earth with people because men and sex – and how little leadership is questioned, when the factions and orders of the traditions the leaders grew up in, ensure each generation’s distribution into governing positions across the planet as they age, things “won’t or can’t” change, all the time. Good enough story, but there is a physics they do not explain behind this lie.
Since an exploitation of our species’ inherent sexual impulse is at the center of the falsehood, it may be helpful to lean into the fairy tale-like content of the explanation behind every weather conspiracy ever known.
DID YOU KNOW CLIMATE SCIENCE WAS ABOUT AROUSAL? THEY DID.
The planet was once a giant rainforest called Tera, for what is said to be the two syllables’ meanings; Te is for water-soaked vegetable matter, while Ra is called the one intelligence of energy and being that unites all stars of all solar systems and galaxies. People of perfect genetic stock grew freely and settled the land of the first Earth. They did not know that they were started from their genetic code up, built to life by an alien species, that itself was made to carry the intelligence of how to build man and woman and little else, that remained hidden from view for some time after its arrival, and monitored first man as the vanguard operation that reported back to the Arian God men, who were yet to arrive.
When the first Arians arrived, they were not seen as they landed out of phase, sinking through the isolated and empty sky into what is now the Pacific Ocean, their means of travel was built out into their base from where it anchored itself to the sea floor.
Young women would bathe nude in ponds, lakes and streams on the paradise rainforest Earth regularly, and the arriving Arains monitored the women using technologies on their bases, which built themselves by mining into and through the planet using technology that apparently ran itself – much of the construction was automated – and while it was starting, the ‘spaceman’ Arians would isolate one bathing, nude woman at a time, establishing a connection to their bodies by using a field that Earth peoples’ DNA was invented to ground, in order to enable remote physical impact.
From the ship the Arians took to Earth, a field that enables sub-physical contact is generated, and Arian men touched women using their technology as an unseen, Godlike presence while the women were bathing, specifically when their genitals were below the water – as an invisible force the removed Arian aroused the female.
These instances were happening at random across the planet for quite some time, all triggered by Arians working in what became the Atlantis base and for the lone women, experiencing something different in their bathing routine – many of whom may had been encouraged by the intimate nature of the encounters to keep their whereabouts secret, so as to ensure they would be alone – the phantom lover presence they pursued was accompanied by a male voice that alleged the same wondrous law of nature across the planet, which was for some reason focused on the fact that when aroused the female genitals lubricate. A voice that must be observed at all times and no matter how little sense it made, it claimed women must observe their commitment to the unseen personage by believing in its allegation that the abundant moisture in the rainforest and in the ground and sky, is only there because of how the female body is responding to the ghost-presence that is triggering their arousal at the moment.
She as in the universal female which is every female, lubricates when aroused, and for some reason meant the biosphere was able to sustain its moisture.
Of course, this is a lie. It is fantastical. Basic biosphere science explains that it is a lie, but only advanced physics of the actual unified field can explain how they pull it off. These ideas are not taught; Freemasonic degrees made the first men builders out of the need for shelter. Massive climate changes eventually caused Earth’s first peoples to need the more permanent structures, and those climate changes started somewhere – they began with moisture being taken from the atmosphere of a giant rainforest, and the sun reaching the forest canopy in growing swaths caused massive heat pockets; lower pressure over higher makes storms – basic atmosphere and weather stuff.
GHOST ARIAN GOD MEN ARE PERVERTS – WHO “KNOW” WOMEN ARE LIARS
The most likely and most widely known cause of moisture being taken from the planet in masse was mining. Certain aspects of the global mining required immense amounts of cooling and this requires enormous amounts of ice – cooling for massive mining structures using that much ice will need stolen water at levels that will impact weather eventually, at least in that it will produce steam that will blend in with the rainforest, that it is not rainforest mist, and this will further change the climate. The first Arians arrived by walking up out of the Pacific Ocean, onto the shores of the planet where they have remotely been sexually molesting as many women as their covert technologies allowed them to reach, acting as Gods and all at once taking the women they had compromised as their property.
By then, original men of the first genetic stock had noticed the disappearing moisture and the increasingly violent weather it caused in several regions of the planet, though they were not likely to correlate the cause to the disappearing mists directly, it made sense to associate the Arians who arrived with its cause. They of course, were not going to explain the complex array of technologies that were mining so much of the planet that ice poles had begun forming to cool the machines as they worked – men like sex and reasons to convince a female that sex is warranted – and by using their Pacific-based, Atlantean technologies, the Arians had predisposed groups of the females to accept a different, readily convenient explanation:
If a female is aroused enough to be lubricated but she is denying her state of sexual interest / readiness, it causes the mists of the Earth to dry out, and for this reason, denial and uneasiness when sexual interest is active in the female is to blame for the first violent weather patterns.
The idea was the foundation of the Climate Change Sex Cult. Its narrative covertly rules all of climate science, using Satanism as its cover and enforcement. The association between a female’s biological display at arousal and moisture in the atmosphere is sham science. It’s made up, and the source of the idea is where Satanism can trace the beast system’s origins. Because man needed to prove a female was in fact aroused ‘enough’, despite her claims to the contrary and this led Arians to teach men to become enough of an animal that by ferocity of presence, and adopting certain animal strengths, they would acquire an enhanced ability to smell.
Using their augmented sense of smell, Arian-enabled beast-men were entrusted to report a female’s true sexual intent – by smell – what justified the presence of these men was considered the first ‘ethical imperative’, because women apparently regularly got aroused enough to ‘help the mists return’ but they were also regularly denying men of their moisture, which apparently, was ruining the climate.
The Climate Change Sex Cult is tangentially to blame for the Satanic act of live sacrifice, and this is especially apparent at levels of Satanism that are prone to call their ritualistically killed children Servants of the Mists. Men who gathered in unique and separate camps of concern over the first planet’s initial climate changes were approached with a different secret view.
They were given psychoactive substances – more than likely Soma, the original white liquid mushroom preparation – and they were forced to witness live killings until they saw a cloud of sentience leaving the bodies of the murdered.
Sentience is itself a white plasma, mist-like substance and 21 grams of it is said to leave the body at death. This means the first killings, which were likely required to enforce the space-Arian’s rule as things got worse, were seen as a secondary type of ethical imperative; killing them was said to release a type of spirit servant that will work to bring the mists of the original rainforest back to the planet, because if you know how to see these Spirit Servants, they look like some sort of mist, and they only come from murdered sacrifices.
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Permission
You may keep me in water droplets that condensate on your window overnight.
Arriving Late
How far will we go not admitting we’re haunted, accompanied by a version of us distended from what we live, and which world will dissolve into which?
Excuses plot their own trajectories, bombarding sensibilities like a billion stinging pricks of blood rushing into frozen fingers when it’s below forty outside and you just put on warm gloves – you know it’ll take a while to feel again; any explanation will suffice, but nothing will change the cause. As we fell into each other you fell away from me, and suppose the extra warmth helped me sleep.
It ran through both of us, but it nestled in your veins longest.
Bodies in proximity can become lullabies forgotten by dawn. When waking up with more weight in the bed and its accompanying sinking sensation, the room brightens before sun breaks the horizon, and blurs your peeking eyes. Mornings like this turn anything spoken into accusation and, having given this a night – ended unconscious – credit this sequence of events to thick poor lighting mistaken for companionship. Now, my place has to be empty when I shower.
(As the legend speaks for itself, an ode to finally knowing, I needed the time spent cowering.)
It was something dry and stale, ever-present in the seaside air, unavoidable despite the fog, there was nothing between us when this started, upon awaking, nothing between us before and after (unless that was you).
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Sounds to heal first.
Articles of Independence
Perception is pre-requisite to knowledge is pre-requisite to perception is pre-requisite to knowledge is pre-requisite to perception is
Your god is a skyscraper, forty thousand feet high
So your stories about clouds aren’t completely wrong,
Angels comprise the board of directors; walls of the boardroom speak to them
Brainwaves are picked up by receptors lining God’s exterior
Your god’s body transmits them as extra low frequencies – low enough to call angels’ hearing a divine ability
They, in turn, assign prayers to appropriate saints and holy men to deliver God’s answers
Half of you feel some degree of anger, a quarter are quietly laughing hysterically, the rest too afraid to acknowledge the possibility
If you ponder too long with nothing in mind
Tears well in your eyes, but T.V. taught you to not cry easily
God’s main product is your spirit turned marketable commodity, and he grants promissory benefits should you meet the conditions
Your God is king, your consciousness subject- this is not cynicism
Keep your head down, don’t ask any questions
Invest in arms manufacturers because your god’s backing both sides
Everything purchased profits the conglomeration
Rejoice in your status, god wants you to have mansions, the better to acquaint you with heaven
Procreate- sex is the release you are to relish in your dark spaces and shame in the open
The firm creates and controls your dark spaces
Keep your head down and don’t ask any questions
Material objects received are love’s record of payment
Collect your pay stubs, count them when you’re lonely
Quantity of possessions is what matters not the time spent longing for fulfillment
No expression of love is greater than letting the prolonged turmoil of supporting your family slowly kill you – sacrifice yourself and your spirit, at least two of God’s employees did
Should you achieve this, and manage to shut out your inner voice, god will provide an opening in its ranks, should you fail – and instead, listen to your soul,
Chances are God will open a position in your name and your teaching will be manipulated to best serve God’s goal
Perception is pre-requisite to knowledge is pre-requisite to perception is pre-requisite to knowledge is
God transmits at frequencies that render you an individualized consciousness subject to the governing whims of a quote-unquote invisible reality,
One that is rendered selectively out of phase to yours by God’s generators
Sub atomic quanta build all reality – we vibrate within electromagnetic, strong and weak nuclear fields
Your god generates a large portion of these fields
With them he builds a domain from where he exerts his control
Nickola Tesla – a man who got so close to capitalizing on the truth of reality he had to be eliminated
And while God always appreciates expanding its means of control, it disdains competition
When he died he was recording vibratory signatures of objects and planned to generate appropriate fields, changing their resonance and making them invisible
It did him in – you can’t invent God’s game and expect to live long enough to share it
You are being told, not asked, to keep your head down and don’t ask any questions
Fill your clubs and bars at least two times a week,
Sit in front of and listen to a quote by quote entertainment and ignorance driven ideologue community
God recommends that once a week your spare time and pocket change goes to any location designated for congregating,
Preferably one where you will not be asked to pray for peace, but for soldiers, and pray a righteous victory won’t be too bloody for you to remain meek
Your God is the Anti-Christ,
An overwhelming system of machinations ensuring that what you think is what it means,
Broadcasting streams of images, sounds, and information into your heads through vibratory gaps between dimensions
Knowledge is prerequisite to perception.
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Forms/Eyes Shut: Starlight
Philosophical fronts for gaseous backdrops that extend to never to be reached horizons, and cool discussions as evening chills become the time of year that calls for a light blanket:
Demanding to move forward despite physicality splitting into screaming, desiccated frantic unbinding durations of memories bound to flesh. Flesh betraying piecemeal holds, each allotment bound to experience-specific combinations of cells for the containment of horrors, unspeakable tortures and discounted pleasures, when cold air nestles into your neck.
She got the dog-tag this time, she got the spiked collar, forced to crawl on all fours all weekend, only fed shit and piss in animal dishes. Once she refused and was beaten unconscious, awoke when the speedball hit, was passed around to her evening’s six owners until Sunday night, then shot dead; she went into a warzone then got kidnapped into a rape network, she was never seen again.
Send me to battle, regimented definitions notwithstanding, promote me to front office, for complaining loudest about why no one should ever have to hear about these types of things.
Discounted formularies build from static bubbles the society of social behavior engineered, wifi-signals and unseen transfer mediums wash upon the shores of your being:
Facial expressions set by never conceived parameters, how syllables reverberate forth from vocal cords to play on ear drums before neural networks coordinate nervous system response; the castle and the shack, the temple and the untouchable caste – how we feel demanding fair treatment – stripped naked, paraded through glowing media-signal halls.
He got a special invite to become an altar boy this time, this time, at his fourth-grade swim meet, he shattered to a floundering collapse into the pool off the dive platform at the whistle, treading, shivering, complaining the water’s too cold, and it was a hundred and five that day. His father’s shame opened a chasm in his back, and he has stuttered since what happened in the sacristy.
What corridors encourage behaviors and where do they reside?
-At its face an easy conversation between new lovers on a blanket spread-out on a spring day in a pasture exclusive to those two. Six feet lower, dark, grumbling trembles quake the earth to augment their lovemaking and give ground to a floating invisible recording device never imagined. Their candid performance gets top dollar; it was such a genuine expression in such a hallowed exchange of souls it became a millionaire’s distraction as he pined for a ten-year-old.
We felt darkness differentiate from night around a small fire this time and we flooded hospital emergency entrance halls, so collectively assaulted by blast radius repercussions blood poured from our ears. We bruised, fractured, with singed plods of skin between places where abrasions will scar, and we were haunted by presences determined to remain hidden, encroaching from flame to shadow.
Starlight: Eyes Shut
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