1455 days remain or fewer
“Take a little drink from the
liars cup”
Its too bad you cant see the actual page this was transcribed from its shared words
My pen and paper are slavedrivers
who tug me along to follow and if I try
not following well lets just say it aint pretty Theyre epic bitches(if I were a woman Id call
them epic pricks – so lets not prattle or moan Im being discourteous or rude I can be)
WORDS
I
am grateful and very pleased I have the faculties to learn them spell with them
and construct my thoughts whether they are read or not
they are opinions attended or not they iterate my thoughts those drips of oil
clinging to my crankcase then fallen
my thoughts as opinions differ from fact unless when I ascribe fact
to serve or suit my purpose
facts are
purpose-servers and immutable
not that they arent tortured or disfigured
or maimed
I thought to myself She was as dead as her mother was to me
theyre both alive
the fact is they are alive
my opinion and words while insisting my fact that theyre dead to
me isnt fact
its my way of contending with
them so I can maintain myself despite them
I believe everyones obligation is
first to themselves
I call that fact
but Ive had to contend with many
people surprising people who preferred others lives over their own
(it seems my
lot in life)
facts I find repellent repugnant
when I call these people outI
cant help myself they say theyre sorry
for me because I havent compassion theyre acting in sympatico with their compassion
my compassion has always been hard won
its not coin I dole out
without it being reasoned or considered
if compassion is kneejerkif its
given without considerationif its deleterious to those who provide it I am left with nothing more than
to believe theyre fools
Theyre fools
and its not that I dont understand their history which preceded their foolishness
Theyre fools
and its not that I dont understand their history which preceded their foolishness
while it is sufficient for them
I see the inherent abuse by those they struggle so hard to help those who their compassion maintains
I see the inherent abuse by those they struggle so hard to help those who their compassion maintains
I can only follow their histories
so far their facts!
they see they are abused but they
cannot stop
they see they are manipulated but
they cannot stop
my ink skips on wet dripped portions of the page I write on other more obvious wet spots I write and weave around
the paper looks like it was written by a drunken snail
I tried to write around
raindrops
I tried to write around tears
Its too bad you cant see
the actual page
1212, Day-between-Two-Ts, 18 1.
17
1123, Friday,
20 1. 17
Buffy Sainte-Marie Suffer the Little Children https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCknRyT7WUs
“Take a little drink from the
liars cup”
Buffy Sainte-Marie Illuminations
1969 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hP-Gak9vTYU
