Maintaining Order

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...can handle being high,” Isaiah says, pressing down harder on the priest’s head.

“What exactly is it you even need money for?” Finn asks.

“He can’t answer right now,” Isaiah says, “He’s got his head in the clouds,” and grabs the silver gun off the table. Inscriptions glow gold on the sides of the pistol and the arms of the Transistor. Geometric patterns and tiny engraved words and squiggles connect.

“Take it easy,” Finn cautions Isaiah as he puts the pistol to the priest’s head.

“No.” A splash of red cracks through the coffee table’s glass top and it shatters.

Presidents fall gracefully through clouds of joy and ecstasy as a head crashes down right through them into a pool of chunky red. The bang echoes...

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Miriam

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...catastrophic pileup on the highway by a middle school in the middle of an afternoon. “Fucking asshole! Ugh!” She walks off in the opposite direction and shuts the front door that was apparently open the entire span of the argument.

The kids are already upstairs avoiding dad’s angry yelling. Hiding in the best most quiet hiding spot.

Moments later Miriam is back in the kitchen eating the wine bottle through a frustration induced tomato face. Vibrant deep red wine drains into the glass and then out, over and over in rapid succession. Throwing the empty bottle in the...

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Nazi Sympathizer

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...has a problem with me. And I am quite dark skinned. He does simple believe Germans are better than whatever I might be.

I call it pride in his heritage.

And don’t get it twisted, he does in fact believe outside of the structure of current society he deserves more than other races and that he is genetically pure. And then we go for coffee and talk about cars.

Now, his belief must be pride, less all other none white races simply be the Nazis of their respective groups. The Puerto Rican Nazi whom finds Puerto Ricans superior. The Dominican which finds Dominicans...

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Fucking Sports!

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...as long as we’re not having sex they won’t reveal themselves having sex. The only way to gain their trust is through imitation. One must undergo a symbolic ritual of imitating the sexual act in order to see them doing the sexual act.

Isn’t that weird? Why is that? It’s like a seventh sense! Super meta monk mumbo jumbo. “You must first be the fucker to see the fucker.” And its existence is air, we feel it and never see it. It goes unseen for so long we’re eventually inside it without...

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Arthur

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...he spots a small town up ahead. The incoming road welcomes newcomers with a large green sign reads Welcome to Pleasant Valley.

Customers come into view going in and out of a small bodega near the sign. Upon closer inspection Arthur finds it’s a plaza at the entrance of town. A small shopping center for the kind folk of Pleasant Valley and any kind visitors who might come through.

A small family of four catch his attention. He remembers having a mom and dad, and he’s always wanted a brother and sister, so he figures he’ll introduce himself. Arthur knows they’ll love him because he’s extremely caring and very sensitive. Those are good characteristics...

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Zoom Out

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...grip is tight, firm, nothing will loosen it. If he gives in he’ll go off edge.

The deafening ring in his ears lingers infinite stretches of time before they gradually fade revealing drowned out scream, cries and pleas.

Whimpering resume, he sniffles globs of mucus to the back of his throat before swallowing and whimpers more.

“I-it was y-y-you wasn’t..

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Eating Lead Tonight

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...that many times over with things as casual as a hobbies or mere chance… It’s just a thing I’m doing. A goal needs to have a sense of accomplishment and purpose. Neither of which are characteristics I associate with quantity, less I be materialistic too, but I don’t own much and don’t plan to. What do you mean, exactly?

“I just mean it’s impressive!”

I’m not sure what it is that you think is impressive. I said I’d do a thing and now I’m doing it… Is it impressive I’m actually doing the thing I said I’d do? In which case, do you walk around in awe all day long as you go about your day encountering people who are actively doing the thing they said they’d do? I’m confused. Okay, okay, let’s take a step back because this isn’t making sense to me! Let’s start at square one: is the congratulations...

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We Know Nothing

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...agreed on itself to proceed to different ranges of that same one morality, otherwise the context itself is different, meaning any two moral arguments are incompatible regardless how similar, because something is always off.

We have to first understand how we know nothing and how there is no way to know anything. There will never be. The only thing for certain is that we are having some type of perceptual experience, whether illusion or not. We still manage to perceive for whatever reason and we must build off of this fact and question the entire...

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Those Before Us

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...kept, outdated, irrelevant ideologies the younger future of the planet will move forward, for they know time will surely always loosen the grip of ignorance and shove the old aside with the same force they abuse the weak.

But enter power with a humble tone for corruption is unavoidable. And age will assure we are who we fight as we grow to struggle letting go of the beliefs we...

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Make then Think

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...The ideas get dragged in a desperate search for something,

For anything, for purpose,

But scribbled dribble is all that shows,

Persist, may he who knows nothing,

For he who knows all quits once all is known,

While he who knows nothing knows there is always more to be known,

Plastic is the gateway to the virtual,

Reality, the grand illusion, rests across a screen,

Typing away,

Typing a way out,

Away and out of the enclosed...

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Identity

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...holding from tearing apart and the necessity for oxygen forgotten, “What?” she asks. “How is this possible?” She’s in panic mode.

“You wanted someone to understand you. Who can understand you more than me, yourself?” he says and glances at the pen in his hand, then at the pen in hers.

She stares at the pen in his hand following him, and then at the pen in hers, and then back at his empty hand.

“I don’t understand what’s going on!” The confusion is nearly infuriating, but she’s shaking with the icy terror consuming her bones. Before long her body begins to dive into a shock, freezing and sending her into catatonic pause...

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Desperate Delusional Depression

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...do claim to have I’m wrong about in some aspect. I’m always reminded that I see these people closer than they see me. And that’s truly my fault, I don’t blame it on anyone other than myself. It is a failure to read the relationship accurately and that’s on no one other than me.

Every day, without fail, I find that I’m convinced someone will support me. But I’m highly delusional. It’s my mind playing tricks on me. Twisting and turning what is actually occurring. The truth behind the matter is that each person simply wants to live their lives. And my overestimation of things is the cause of quite some distress in the lives of these people. Expectations from those who owe me nothing push them away. Being alone is the result each time.

Out of pity for my lacking sanity many of these people humor my rambles and stupid plans, sometimes even joining in at the cost of their own freedom and happiness. And because of me, not only are they feeling trapped to keep a smile on my face, but it comes...

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