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These Three Things

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Shut the f*ck up.  What?  Huh?  I said shut the f*ck up.  No.  That’s not how it goes.  So how does it go?  It goes  Yeah  Yeah…  She loves you…  Yeah yeah  Yeah.  Baby.  Baby.  Love me.  Love me.  Do Sugar t*ts  Love me  FRAME:  He balls his fist and swings it from up high. Like the descendent arc of a lunar orbit, He hammers it down onto her face.  She would have ducked, but  The knuckles split her lip and cracked the eye-tooth  Before she could even shudder to think How much money it would cost to get this fixed. She spat drizzled blood-lumps before even registering pain  As the radio played  Baby baby  Lover  I’m gonna  Love you  She loves you  Yeah  Yeah  Yeah  MEANWHILE: the dung-beetles carry these moments on heavy shoulders  And bring them deep down to them dead guys, that get burried  in those toons all...     She loves you.  And the Egyptian F*CK YOU mother f*cker  Smiles and says  F*CK YOU  And f*ck  You  You  You!  He swings back and hammers. Turn it up  Radio songs transmi

ALLWORKANDNOPLAYMAKESJACKADULLBOY

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ALLWORKclickANDNOPLAY.. MAKESeach letterJACKADULL BOYgets clicked &ALLWORK.. ANDNOspills on the pagePLAY. MAKESwhich isn't a page at all. but is rather field that gets filled. JACKADULLBOYALLWORK. Somehow in this moment, I'm2B Backward like the shape of aND Diamond half filledNOPLAY.... In a momentMAKESJACKA.... Even DULLBOYALLWORK... NowANDNOPLAYMAKES..... JACKADULLBOYALLWORK. I know that my story will come off sounding crazy to most “normal” people,  But I am ultimately at the point where I really don’t care how I come off.  I can finally say that I’m writing this for nobody except myself  Because if I can manage to put my experiences into words  Then perhaps I will gain some kind of perspective—  And if I can gain some kind of perspective,  Then perhaps I’ll arrange the events  To my liking….  And I can  Arrange the events in a sequential order  And perhaps from this order  Find meaning of some kind  To help me process  What happened.  Still  I need to remi

The Infinite Monkey Metaphor

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Part 1 Maybe you’ve heard of The Infinite Monkey Theorem. It goes something like this:          I f you take an infinite number of monkeys           and give them an infinite number of typewriters, One of the monkeys will eventually,           quite haphazardly,           rewrite William Shakespeare’s masterpiece, Hamlet.   Word for word, If they’re given enough time,      I t will happen - With enough Monkeys, Typewriters, And time. l,im,n ixk, And what of our bodies? And what of our spaces? Eventually, The same can be said of everything: Every single atom we've gathered From across the universe and beyond, From all that we see And all that we don’t see. Everything will implode And collapse in that glowing, fiery crucible Where finite moments restructure themselves And form into a newly minted seed. Given enough time,  We all melt into a seed And all that ever was Hardens into this l

A.I. Myth Makers

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The Enlightenment* altered the thoughts of mankind. It collectively drew us out from the dusk of the Dark Ages And into modern times. Had I been there, I think I would have taken A tire-iron to the printing press. Yes, by God, I would have smashed the printing press into bits, But it's far too late for that now. The printing press transformed the Old World into something New. The printing press ushered in the New World. The New World began then and there. The printing press Solidified ideas and stamped them into oil-based ink From molded blocks Neatly arranged in coded letters. Polymer Science and Technology Then, shortly thereafter, Shakespeare arrived on the scene, And the Shakespearean scribes gathered  With their skinny, pointed fingers. Commissioned by King James And the Occidental Star, The scribes set about arranging Sanctioned letters into immovable words That transformed the living Word Into immovable text. The very meaning