Monday, September 25, 2023

SkyF@ll

 Any hell can be a heaven if your spine is strong enough.

The karate hottie looked so adorable with blood covering her face.

"You have to fight to survive!"


I'm going to be the last one standing when the sky falls.

For fun.

In order to be able to witness.

Just because.


Adamantine buddha.

Razorwire worm-god.

Carrion cloud-hopper.

I'll engage with reality how it is.

Friday, September 22, 2023

Welcome to my blog.

 Welcome to my blog. I'm not really sure why it's here, except for myself, and whatever other beings (human, AI, alien, or otherwise) may eventually read it.

I don't plan on pulling any punches or censoring myself here, some posts will be daily blogs, some will be poems, and all will likely be dark.... such is my mood these days.

Tomorrow begins the new living document I plan my life with: "Fall of dark futures". Whether the dark futures fall upon us or fall away I don't know.

I'm called off from work today after having a head cold for almost a week, and I'm going to use the opportunity to go to a Recovery Dharma meeting. With how much I dreamt about using last night, I'm sure I could use it.

Thanks for Reading.

-The Bobelith

Tuesday, September 19, 2023

In this house....

 In this house:


...we believe that:

  • Palestinian lives matter
  • Conspiracies are real and happen all the time, even if we don't know what they are
  • Science is real, but its results are often skewed by corporate interests
  • Neoliberalism is nearly as bad as neofascism
  • Nonviolence is preferable but not always effective and/or possible
  • We live inside a luminous apocalypse, largely because...
  • All of existence is magic
  • AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, SADIE IS A GREAT DOG!!!!!

Monday, September 18, 2023

Creepazoid

 Cock is the first thing that wakes up in the morning.

Alpha-class predator, george washington's discus, sitting on its edge.


This sword of the worm-god is boorish and rampant.

Fear its unskillfulness but also paradoxically its debonair nature,

but do not neglect to kill it...

For in its lust for birth and all other types of control,

it has almost killed everything but The Lady Herself.

And it has undoubtedly shortened her lifespan.






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