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Sep 2016

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<eventtime>2016-09-10 17:10:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2016-09-10 21:10:55</logtime>

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A Poem Composed On WhatsApp In Response to My Mother's Offer to Send Flowers at My Grandfather's Fun

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by Emmit Other Thankyou Um I will pass on all of the (deep breath) Feelings you want me to pass on Um With the Family I may send something in your name or something I have to decide on how to do that Um As far as past goes... Dead. Deader. Pushing up Daisies. Post Mortem. The Worms Crawl In. The Worms Crawl Out. The Play Pinochle On His Snout. He's Pushing Up Daisies. They put you a whole that's deep And then the worms begin to creep Inside you eye Inside your ear But never worry Never Fear You're Dead You Don't Care Moldy Coffin Putrid Air Desperate Rhyming Deep Despair Dead. Dead. Post Mortem. Post. Post Toastie. Passed Gas. Dead People Farting. Noxious Smell. People who work in the mortuary smelling my dead Grandfather's farts These are the memories That I will have That and the stomping of diapers Nine Children Stomping One by One A full baseball team Stomping shit in water Inside a small shallow bathtub The end of an era The end of children Stomping diapers with their feet. This has been the Mormon Tabernacle Choir Have a Pleasant Evening I'll Call You Tomorrow I love you.

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<itemid>170614</itemid>

<eventtime>2016-09-10 21:52:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2016-09-11 01:52:13</logtime>

<subject>Pseudomalectual Babblestorm</subject>

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by Emmit Other Gotta Jam Gotta Jam Gotta Jam it down your throat I'll link and Link And link some more Until you acknowledge me My truth My way I know I'm right You're wrong I'm from a tradition Of veracity And proof I know its true I know I'm right Gonna jam it down Gonna jam it into you My girl is the only girl Fuck all anyone else Gonna jam Gonna jam it down Gonna cram it till you choke Truth is sold By industrial truck load By my Davros Davos pals These are friends These friends of mine Progressives progressively progressive We lock all the media Lock it tight Til they all say what we think Then we jam We jam it down We jam it down your throat How dare you gag Take it down Take it down Take it down your throat! I'm right I'm right I know I am I know I'm right Common sense need not apply Prove you're right Prove it Pr...hello? Hello? Is...where is everyone? Why is this chamber echoing so much?

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<itemid>170787</itemid>

<eventtime>2016-09-18 22:38:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2016-09-19 02:38:10</logtime>

<subject>Revelatorium Carcosa</subject>

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by Redwin Tursor When you wake up And find the nightmare is true Day after day after day The worst thing you imagine Keeps happening 16 jobs in 16 years "I never loved you" "Yes, there is a test today" "God is Dead" "The Church is False" "Every humiliating thing you have done to find a wife was pointless" "America is a shit hole not worth saving" "Humanity are desicated apes worse than almost any living creature on earth" What is one more "Your writing makes our eyes bleed" I had nothing for contempt For those two Dream Killers in Reno Five years ago But every writer fears Secretly Fears more than anything else that their writing is awful Sometimes when dark truths stare us in the face We find a silver lining But I have written most of my material for the common man All but the last Book I wrote Which I wrote for children I may now never have So much wasted time I hate wasting my time Rather I hate having it wasted I have been able to empower others Worth a damn to do worthy things Maybe I should stick to that I have one talent I believe in people People as individuals Even if I no longer give a rats ass About the collective unconcious Now I have to bang out 50000 words of shit Just to prove myself To myself Because we all die alone And since there is no after life I don't wanna die with regrets This now This darkness This is all there is And speaking of time Taking a bullet for someone is easy Dying a little inside Each time the sunrises In a city which is salt to you Takes the cake Takes the cake indeed.

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<eventtime>2016-09-23 20:09:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2016-09-24 00:09:49</logtime>

<subject>Three Fictional Characters</subject>

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by Emmit Other Let my Freak Flag Fly The Reverend Said Fly the Flag of Freakness The Reverend Did Say I sit here In the City of Salt The Magic glittering And leaves my throat parched For all its hollow emptiness 6 Hours is She Gone Back to Terminus A Reality imperfect Such Pain I knew there Will never be undone But it is a place of reality Already am I untethered The clock working backwards My connection to time flowing Just as it does when unemployed. I am alone in this city. The cat doesn't really count He is nice enough And nice enough to the Emergency Backup Human I suppose But a cat lives in dreams And other realities Just as much as it does the human world And I went unstuck long ago. They had a meme Joyfully streaking the internet Its breasts and testacles flapping in the etherial wind Everyone laugh Some made out with it So did I It was a whore But a good kind Of the Old World When such things meant Equinox and Harvest Everyone wants to be understood But no one understood Or cared Or noticed Not really These fictional characters Wackaloons all Sitcoms, Movies, Action Heroes Still nearer to reality Than the flashing flickering nonsense of my esoterra I choose a cartoon And an anthropomorphic asshole And the spirit of Vengeance itself That's what I am When you make your credo Elisa's maxim Live life to every minute You see the small things The spider spinning its web At the Owl Creek Bridge Color where there is no Color Imbued in a short film by Carcosa's true creator The backside of Dream Built over and over in the real Dream Time I appreciate life And almost every moment A lover A poet A madman These are many But I fringe on the fringes of the fringes of the fringes Odd even by the oddlings standards Sometimes we squawk the same vowels Some of the more magnificent bastards mutually call me friend Some even recognize the value of my friendship Loyalty unto Death Belief until undone by declaration By word or Plural Plenary Unholy action But there is a price this exceptional connectedness There is no free ticket to the Chocolate factory for your's truly No lightning bolt or gamma bomb to imbue me with powers beyond mortal ken Just an understanding of my ordinariness Despite my esoterics I am simply one more among the disconnected Slightly more aware of it Unable to connect Unstuck Undone. On to more pleasant realities.

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July 2016

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<itemid>169317</itemid>

<eventtime>2016-07-14 10:46:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2016-07-14 14:46:03</logtime>

<subject>Naked City: Not Of But In</subject>

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By Emmit Other Here we all are The potato madman Gurgling on his political rage The lackadaisical Carlos an Listless in emptied from Facebook Soon to return with a fury The broken soiled And the twice under bussed And me of course Myself and myself and myself And that's just beneath the glass mask The Names of Terminus The Queen of a Thousand Wigs The Shaman of Slapstick The Keeper of Time The Newsman The marine The Artist that Could The boy who can't say no And even the psychic sidekick And so many are new So very new The wheel sits there Pilt Cousin to Mr Time you Shame and fun Dealt 8 different wheelers Crowded and classy But a cash only bar Fixed up the goat farm It's all come quite far Why I am I not reading? Because I am Naked City And Naked City is me I am all sovereign city The city is dead Let the games begin Long live the city.

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<itemid>169676</itemid>

<eventtime>2016-07-14 10:47:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2016-07-14 14:47:14</logtime>

<subject>The Man In The Glass Mask</subject>

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By Emmit Other There is therein the words do lie Of conscience streaming in the wick The locks we guard our hearts with Masked shadows flames tongue lick One place we find refuge is the place of great effervescence Where the well runs deep and we refine it in quicksilver steel Mirrors run cool that tells therein there are We learn to wield the blade of sapience precisions The light of a thousands suns behind the visor The authentic bucket of well water made still And poured upon the reach of our expectations glass So much word salad tossed until Caesar is rendered unto Caesar And Christ as And On Toast whispers amenities of the soul In the sense that you practically haven't got one But do when you where your heart on your sleeve But show now not thy scars young buck For the ides of march will stab at thee This then the mask of glaziered ice does burn close to the skins touch Advice heeded is wisdom's watch word. Know silence's queue when it comes.

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<itemid>169857</itemid>

<eventtime>2016-07-14 10:48:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2016-07-14 14:48:55</logtime>

<subject>Whither the Wind Blows Not</subject>

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by Emmit Other I am of a mind to sail against the current The stars above me fixed In my gnat's view of time Though swirling in chaos Relative to themselves. When a thing is right You sail to that star To be who you choose to be Not because it is convenient Not because it makes you popular But because to do otherwise Makes you less of what you choose to be in life You are alone on this journey Locked in your starmeat skull Shared hearts, shared minds At till the now, not shared thoughts Save those pale words we jabber With flapping jaws and unreliable imperfect ears I remember standing on the mountain Waving the flag of summons like the fool I was Only to be justifiably ignored by thousands I am not what I was Naive in different ways The past left by a much needed slap By our lady of endearing pragmatism Lead ingot dropped in silken glove But in an upside down entropic world We must fix on something To find any degree of Truth worth finding And I believe in it And work for it And thus sail counter to the waves I know the folly But I do so of choice Of who I choose to be Not of fear But of love And there can be no better reason for anything than this This is why we live If we choose to embrace it as such.

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<itemid>170222</itemid>

<eventtime>2016-07-14 10:50:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2016-07-14 14:50:23</logtime>

<subject>Xantro Deaxalator</subject>

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By Emmit Other The arcing arm of the sweet milky way Reaches out and down Down through the thin veil Of clouds and sky pebbles we call garbage To embrace the path we take now Troubles So many troubles on our journey now Tis a rough patch round the sun this time around Tis indeed a rough patch round the sun this time round But we all shall flourish Gonna flourish in the Sands of sun In the mountains west of the Mississippi At the nexus of the ties that bind All the places where good people embrace tomorrow There's still hope There is still sweetness coming Believe it comes Believe it comes For it is real And it is meant for you And it is definitely meant for you.

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June 2016

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<eventtime>2016-06-05 18:57:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2016-06-05 22:57:10</logtime>

<subject>Make it Stop</subject>

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By Emmit Other The loving angel that claws at my face Wants me to be the best me I can be For eternity Make it stop Make it stop Make it stop Anything God For you, right now Anything you desire I'll worship or Murder or Eat my own shit Just stop the killing me fire I can't I just can't Not one more second I'll burn family or friend or foe I'll say what you want Or do what you want But make it so this just isn't so The bliss in the moments When I'm not in pain Earn my loyalty God For you I'll do anything Anything you want Just don't do that again Please Please Oh Please No more Not more Not again Please. Such a good god Such a wonderful god My best friend Who makes my eyes so burn To try my faith And test my soul Thou who lovest I shall thy loving favor lovingly earn.

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Marc 2016

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<itemid>168625</itemid>

<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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<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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Feb 2016

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<itemid>168123</itemid>

<eventtime>2016-02-04 17:24:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2016-02-04 22:24:22</logtime>

<subject>Violent Introspection</subject>

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<p dir="ltr">By Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">Feeling alone?<br>Well good news<br>You aren't. <br>Hooray.<br>Bad news?<br>You might as well be. <br>Can you feel the crimson shadows<br>Closing in you?<br>You looked where you knew better not to<br>Just kidding <br>Seriously <br>The worst demons<br>That ever haunt you <br>Are in your own mind<br>Can't you listen to the walls?<br>Can you hear the angels?<br>Does your light shine in the halls of Shambala?<br>Or do you Marley your darkness around<br>Chains of crap other people flung at you<br>Buck up buttercup<br>You ain't Petunia <br>You have a sliver of who you really are<br>And some truth is the path to more <br>You will not be forgotten <br>Of course you will be forgotten <br>But your time is still running on<br>And who knows<br>Maybe you get more<br>When the sun sets on your life<br>There are night roads<br>To dark crystal places<br>The King in yellow<br>Is only a horror <br>If you ignore what dreams really are<br>Drop the acid<br>Crack your minds eye<br>Because something is coming <br>You are awesome if you can only see<br>You are watched<br>What is space? <br>Live in the moment <br>The naiads have the right idea<br>Bring the sunshine with you<br>And no night road can hold you.</p>

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<itemid>168275</itemid>

<eventtime>2016-02-26 08:33:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2016-02-26 13:33:03</logtime>

<subject>My Voice</subject>

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<p dir="ltr">By Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">Every head has headspace<br>As sacred as the sands of Sinai<br>Every heart has heartspace<br>As unique as our star in the milky way<br>Call spirit what you want<br>But it is the most real thing that isnt<br>As defined by cold geography <br>That will pulse with volcanic furiousity<br>A million thousand years from now.<br>Sharing your head?<br>Sharing your heart?<br>All are fine.<br>But thrusting your way<br>Onto another <br>By force of will<br>Is blasphemous <br>Is unrightheous<br>Is disgusting <br>Taking someone's voice<br>Is the greatest crime imaginable <br>Except taking their voice<br>And claiming it is freedom for your own <br>Imposing your voice is not a right<br>And the damage will always show<br>No matter how much you threaten <br>Or try to drown it out with hymns<br>The damage is silence<br>It is one less voice <br>It is manifest in your manipulation <br></p>

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Jan 2016

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<eventtime>2016-01-02 12:51:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2016-01-02 17:51:23</logtime>

<subject>Time to Kill the Podcast</subject>

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<p dir="ltr">By Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">There is a certain kind of honor<br>To marching to your own invisible drummer<br>To the invisible band<br>That people might assume sounds good<br>Because why else would you dance that hard to it?</p><p dir="ltr">But not all lost causes are created equal<br>And after a year of ups and downs<br>Of new mikes<br>And classes<br>And proxy readers<br>And an award nominated editor<br>When the echo from the bathroom <br>Just makes it sound like crap<br>At some point <br>It just has to die<br>As sad as it makes me<br>Time to turn the lights off<br>And go home</p><p dir="ltr">Damn it.</p>

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<eventtime>2016-01-22 17:40:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2016-01-22 22:40:36</logtime>

<subject>We Roar</subject>

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<p dir="ltr">Emmit Other and Redwin Tursor</p><p dir="ltr">Ghost of man<br>From a Ghost of a People<br>Who were psuedoghosts<br>Based on the real shadows<br>Chased forever<br>From land to land<br>A journeyman<br>Journeying to Mastery<br>And finally on his way<br>Journeying to Mastery<br>Of the word and the world<br>And all the things in between<br>And there never was a home<br>Since we wouldn't lie<br>And we wouldn't steal someone else's <br>It had to be real<br>Or forever<br>At least we had to find out where <br>But it isn't <br>And it wasn't <br>And it won't be<br>Twenty years in the city of magic<br>Twenty years in the city in the shadow <br>Of the sea<br>Twenty years in the city of towers<br>Where the salsa echoes free<br>A city of ghosts<br>Running from winter<br>Or land that they long since lost<br>One more gbost walks among them<br>Traveled at exceptional cost <br>The world was turning turning turning <br>Grinding crushing bruising bleeding <br>And it would not stop<br>And it could not be stopped <br>And we ran<br>And we moaned<br>And we feared<br>But then we roared<br>And became the gear that ground down<br>The millstone of the world<br>And I said <br>I will not break<br>But you will crumble<br>And will stumble <br>And fall<br>For we are all things dust<br>But I am more than dust<br>But the stuff of the stars <br>And we roared <br>And the wheel began to turn the otherwise way<br>And the water flowering flowed up hill<br>And the world became a safer better place<br>A better place for all.<br>For all.<br>For all.</p>

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Dec 2015

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<itemid>166272</itemid>

<eventtime>2015-12-06 02:14:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2015-12-06 07:15:01</logtime>

<subject>Shadows and Magic</subject>

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<p dir="ltr">By Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">I love Terminus<br>I love the people here <br>Most of all<br>That quirky creative <br>Gives no fucks<br>Gossamer Latimer<br>Hardscrabble togetherness<br>Teetering on the edge<br>And pulling each other back<br>From the abyss <br>Time and again.<br>I love the buildings<br>I love the optimism <br>Despite being surrounded <br>By the nine layers of hell<br>Or rather the inhabitants thereof<br>Terminus is a wonder <br>But she is not mine <br>I am not from here<br>And will never be from here<br>Despite a score of years <br>I am<br>I was<br>I will be<br>A shadow and a witness <br>That is all</p><p dir="ltr">Now I glide in the city of Magic<br>The sun shines. <br>The seas rises.<br>The people<br>They are warm<br>But honk in traffic<br>At the drop of a hat <br>Hurricanes coming <br>Literal<br>And metaporical<br>A city of exiles<br>Who must reconcile <br>An open homeland<br>That had not surrendered <br>And will never surrender<br>But that offers opportunity <br>Just not the reconciliation of yesteryear<br>So many of them will not let it go<br>So a hurricane will pound<br>As others around them rush in<br>And Miami is the eye<br>Here I am a ghost<br>Not a shadow<br>I have done nothing <br>And spoken to no one<br>But in a city of Magic<br>A ghost is still more at home <br>For there are those who can talk to the dead<br>Something coming <br>As much a home as any<br>We shall see<br>What we shall see.</p>

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<itemid>166558</itemid>

<eventtime>2015-12-06 09:15:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2015-12-06 14:15:23</logtime>

<subject>The Babe Ruth Effect</subject>

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<p dir="ltr">By Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">A cacophony of we<br>Voices in my head<br>Real, surreal and fictional<br>All shape the story <br>That is my life<br>Everyone has a secret spindle<br>A thing that pushes them harder<br>Harder than anything else<br>I want to be very good at what I do<br>Exceptional<br>And I dabble in a dozen fields of mediocrity <br>Adequate <br>Not bad<br>The occasional flash of brilliance <br>Not necessarily the brilliance <br>I consider brilliance <br>But happenstance <br>In a play of words<br>Stumbled upon<br>Due to my drastic esoteric exploration <br>In the strangest corners of the id<br>But I try every medium I can<br>Hoping to go from adequate left fielder<br>To epic batter<br>Even if that might be<br>In underwater basket weaving. <br>Swing on myself<br>Swing on.</p>

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<itemid>166804</itemid>

<eventtime>2015-12-13 12:42:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2015-12-13 17:42:14</logtime>

<subject>The Toucher</subject>

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<p dir="ltr">Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">(Note: This is part of the continuing Leauge of Christmas Darkness poems)</p><p dir="ltr">I was one of the first.<br>The first they watched <br>Watching <br>Judging their silent disgusting judgement<br>Doing nothing better<br>By pathetic psyops on children<br>Santa at least had the decency <br>To keep invisible <br>He wasn't always sitting there <br>Looking down on us<br>Beady disgusting little eyes<br>Matching the perfect red of its demonic little suit<br>They only moved at night<br>And if anyone touched them during the day<br>They couldn't return to santa<br>At least with the queens guards<br>You could get almost in their faces.<br>Not these bastards<br>Up on a shelf<br>Better hope to God they liked you<br>Else you were fucked<br>Christmas wad over.<br>But also seriously <br>How fucking evil was Santa<br>Making it so easy for them to lose?<br>I accidentally bumped into one<br>When I was only 13<br>Too old to believe <br>But not old to be judged<br>No presents that year<br>So now I spread the joy<br>I sneak into your house<br>I don't steal anything <br>I just extend my pointer<br>And flick the top of that dorky little hat<br>Just before they come to life<br>And move to another shelf<br>I steal their Christmas magic <br>And I have quite the collection <br>Chains of crying little elf souls<br>Dangling behind me like Marley<br>But to me<br>They are a badge of honor <br>Judge not <br>Lest you have your magic stolen<br>Assholes.<br>Merry fucking Christmas. </p>

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<eventtime>2015-12-24 19:46:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2015-12-25 01:46:42</logtime>

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<eventtime>2015-12-30 23:12:00</eventtime>

<logtime>2015-12-31 04:12:20</logtime>

<subject>A poem</subject>

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<p dir="ltr">The Last Chance at Unjust Deserts</p><p dir="ltr">By Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">They wrung their hands<br>In angstful glee<br>Bulbous candles dribbling <br>Of was made of ground bone<br>And the succulent fat of long pork<br>Foretold through acrimious smoke<br>That the trmpest whirlwind from the west<br>The slinger who had spun their power <br>To a metaphysical gtave<br>As a new order swept on rising tides<br>Then spurring south<br>Seemingly gone forever <br>But now their chance<br>Knowing by morbid prophecy <br>The exact time and place<br>Of a final window at unjust justice. </p><p dir="ltr">Watch that spot<br>They told themselves <br>He will be here any second<br>What's that?<br>Oh.<br>Dishrag.<br>Chewtoy.<br>So fun to fuck with chew toy..<br>Ah.<br>Memories. </p><p dir="ltr">He had to have come. <br>Such candlelit portents <br>Were never wrong <br>Never!</p><p dir="ltr">The bell tolls dawn<br>The sun rises<br>The society of awesome <br>At the doors of the unholy threshold <br>Crossing over<br>All at once <br>In one shared dream<br>Crumbling the datk tower</p><p dir="ltr">Slings the slinger South</p>

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