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<eventtime>2016-03-10 21:23:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2016-03-11 02:23:26</logtime>
<subject>Fakebook, Makebook, Blanket, Boo</subject>
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by Emmit Other Per science Says the uniteral decree There is no difference re: Your memory Between what was And what you read A highly maleable mystery You are your memories All soul aside The thing that is the I Is what's inside your skull And not your heart The world is lies As is your part A stardust skeleton In a bag of meat Viewing reality through senses so scattered So disperate That you only experience the tiniest shard of reality So many many machines Digging, Churning, Grunting, Digging They have yet to ferret out the last corner of our world Holographic theory says we might be flat Or even fiction. Imagine that then. Rhombus was right. Scientifically accurate to say that a memory of Rhombus Can be as real as a memory of your Aunt Matilda And the only thing that separates it Is what is flagged as "real" vs "unreal" Present you is what your imperfect senses tell you But present you is all the past yous Linked by chains of memory All pointing to this moment Is Fakebook real? Of course it is, because you feel it. Emotional truth is more real in your life Than anything but the piano before it trips off the wire Crushing you to death. Nothing will ever be more real Than the keys popping your eyeballs like grapes Seconds before the rest of you is custard So those friends you have Those friends I had Are real The master of faces, the wizard of words, the Tirble and the Gimble Mouse And the dancer absurb, The Apologist with the Hat, The Sound Mixer And the Viking Gambler All as real as the chains of memory allow And all for whom I felt affection Still do But the city has ideas for me It obviously seems You cannot go backward to Fakebook And undo the things that make me me So Fakebook will banish me? I have and had a choice I do not want to lose these ties that bind Fake and real at the same time But I do not want to lose me either And I am the only me I have Destiny points one way And despite my best efforts I must go through the magic door Lest it die And I become a little bit less of whom I am There are the real ways of course But who has the time for that? Not many. But a few. A few who will be cherished. And that will be enough For now.
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<itemid>168790</itemid>
<eventtime>2016-03-21 21:00:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2016-03-22 01:00:59</logtime>
<subject>Spike at the Rouge</subject>
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by Emmit Other The story within the story The Play within the Play That's the thing you see That overturns the day A mirror in a mirror A sin within a sin Open up your minds eye The truth is streaming in The real is real The unreal is real Its all breaking down little boy The lightning and the thunder The esoteric toy The master is the caster The yellow comes to claim The cycle is completing The truth to then exclaim The link is mystic The link unholy The link is righteous And the link is pure Ambrose Bierce Mysteriousy Disappeared Vanished Gone Ghost The inventor of Hastur The King in Yellow The Unspeakable The unspoken Dream of dream in dream The Gaiman Sandman Whished in Wizard It isn't Kansas Anymore But Carcosa is more than just a yellow splotch To scare the kiddies into being better The pattern repeats Look at the thing looking in thee Back and back and back Through the river of time Backwards through the pattern The unicorn kills the serpent Tantric melodies It isn't like drugs at all You just lacked the proper words You only speak the truth This is the thing that is happening The gong is sounding The clock is chiming Can you see? Can you see it? He wears no mask He IS the mask The walls are breaking down And there never walls The tide is turning The ocean never was Look then son Its just because The closing and the cycle The bleeding and the death There is a happy ending If only for a breath But better then a moment That isn't just a lie Even if the only way to have it Is really just to die Diamonds flitter flatter Dilly dally dather Its coming Its comimg Going Going Gone Eternal is Eternal And the echo is anon It really will be ok Timmy Even if only for a little while The Zeitgeist is Slain And made a brutal little puppy With a cone of shame Sitting on a poodle paddle The sun rising Just the same.
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