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I am hunting you you leave a trail of black and red your smell You better watch yourself your dirty blonde hair your amber tan line and god those tattoos All . Of. Them.

I love you I fucking Love You I love the taste of Your Pussy I love the play between you and me You are like a tigress I am the hunter Corbet Bachelor of Chowndigarrh I love you I fucking Love You I love the way we fuck free I love the open honesty You are like a goddess I am the Oracle at Delphi I am the knight in shining armor Riding to your crusade I love you. I fucking love you. I've loved how we love how we cherish how we grow I'd write it over and over and over I want you in my life I want to be in yours I love you I fucking love you I love you Always

That one who was never 'found' And the one who loved you in a special way that involved writing all of those letters with special pen and ink and design It's dare. The world sees them weak and less And they slowly turn into dust So the cold Boston air fills your lungs after a Bong Rip and me and you and Ted The talking bear

What's a Daemon? It's a background process, in hackspeak. It's a program running at a lower priority thread, always running - on your computer. And they go runaway. They break. Sometimes you have to shut them down. The Trump cabinet is composed of Daemons. Trump is a Daemon. But he is not the most powerful daemon. There is a king of the Daemons. HE is hidden. He is so evil you cannot begin to imagine. The master of puppets. Resist. Peace.

I realized slowly with horror that everyone around me somehow has lost a simple part of being human I realized slowly with horror as I walked to the square that there were far too many who were there and not there People who were afraid to feel and yet feelings washed over them like rain Feelings that they could not explain Driving them on to push open the door to a new fascism I pictured them standing at a rally in salute to their heroic leader I pictured them marching down the street murdering those who were just a little different I pictured them so far gone that nothing will bring them back And I was scared And then the cold rain began to fall as I walked home turning the street into a mirror And a sense of calm washed over me as rain washes away dust And I remembered such a long time to be gone such a short time to be there

"The more obvious the failure becomes, the more shamelessly they [the prohibitionists] exhibit their genuine motives. In plain words, what moves them is the psychological aberration called sadism. They lust to inflict inconvenience, discomfort, and whenever possible, disgrace upon the persons they hate — which is to say, upon everyone who is free from their barbarous theological superstitions, and is having a better time in the world than they are." "They cannot stop (getting high), nor even appreciably diminish it, but they can badger and annoy everyone who seeks to use it decently, and they can fill the jails with men taken for purely artificial offences, and they can get satisfaction thereby for the Puritan yearning to browbeat and injure, to torture and terrorize, to punish and humiliate all who show any sign of being happy. And all this they can do with a safe line of policemen and judges in front of them; always they can do it without personal risk." — f...

The air smelled of dust after so long This year was the warmest a thin veil on the greenhouse and on the leaves The first just hit ground knocked everything around And it smelled almost like a wildfire gray, smoky - a little bit of electricity and destruction There were not enough drops to keep the dust from coming back down And then came the rest. And I saw you. And it rained.

You're not required. Anyone can do the job. You're just about hardware. You've failed. You can be replaced.

I look at your words on printed page and spoken I hear the beauty of your thought and your ideas I feel the warmth of Florida I see the open computing facility Your beauty is striking and welcome in a world of cold gray ghosts and vaporwave Surely we must be learning We watch the play you are staging We hold the flower to lay upon the grave I saw you on Hardball I thought you were the most beautiful Woman In The World. And for that momenbt. You were. And then I found you in half muttered retreats of the silent streets of the network of humankind And your simple ideas about economy and truth Took on an old, comfortable shine And I realized That this beauty you had is the beauty you have and the beauty you will always hold Not just for the Post. But for the world.

Dr. Louise Banks is enlisted by the military to communicate with a race of aliens, known as heptapods (due to their 7-pointed radially symmetrical appearance), after they initiate first contact with humanity. The story revolves around Dr. Banks, and woven through it are remembrances of her daughter. The heptapods have two distinct forms of language. Heptapod A is their spoken language, which is described as having free word order and many levels of center-embedded clauses. Understanding Heptapod B, the written language of the aliens, is central to the plot. Unlike its spoken counterpart, Heptapod B has such complex structure that a single semantic symbol cannot be excluded without changing the entire meaning of a sentence. When writing in Heptapod B, the writer knows how the sentence will end. The phenomenon of Heptapod B is explained by the aliens' understanding of mathematics and Fermat's principle of least time. Dr. Banks's understanding of the heptapods' writi...

Life was a bit more difficult than we thought. We had legal trouble, and financial trouble. We had children. We overcame abusive relationships and abusive chemicals and abusive governments and abusive people. You went north. I went south. Others went east. Still others, west. We were together again, for only a short while. It was awful. My heart felt like it was being stabbed the entire time. But there was a brief moment. The moment I saw, in your eyes - the love for another child - on the playground. The child in the swing. It was an unguarded moment we shared while we spoke of the church of jesus christ of latter day saints, and lesbian classical concert violinists and the weight of my return journey - 10 hours to drive to see you, 10 hours to drive back - hung over me like the sword of Damocles. I didn't drink any coffee. Just had one now. And I smiled, and thought of you. I bet I could make a damn good cup of coffee. If you and I were together again, I would make it ...

I took pictures of your license plate and found your property in the North Georgia Mountains I found your machine guns and your Ted Cruz for President T shirt and your Donald Trump campaign contributions. But I didn't find you. You wanted change. You wanted a champion. You followed Trump. But Trump was no champion. I stood there in front of the poll Watching. For the Truth. We both still seek it. You, and I .

Dear Governor Romney, I write to you in support of Evan McMullin, for whom, and with respect to the Party of Theodore Roosevelt, I feel exemplifies the constitutional and creative values emboldened in all of us by our founding fathers. Mitt, I know you can hear this. I'm going to lay it on the line for you. He made it through BYU while pulling 30 hours a week with the CIA. Basically, Governor Romney, you can light this dude on fire and he will keep working. And there's something else. And it's not just Evan's excellent TEDx Talk . Which. Will one day be a TED Talk. Gov. Romney, you are the architect for healthcare reform. We followed your lead. You have led us in many ways, spiritual, and otherwise. The party of Theodore Roosevelt, is dead. Please help us to find another home. A place where mafia Mayors don't pressure FBI Bureau chiefs to break 50 years of tradition to attempt to influence an election.. I mean, seriously? An investigation based o...

Dear Mr. Romney, I write to you in support of Evan McMullin, for whom, and with respect to the Party of Theodore Roosevelt, I feel exemplifies the constitutional and creative values emboldened in all of us by our founding fathers. Mitt, I know you can hear this. I'm going to lay it on the line for you. He made it through BYU while pulling 30 hours a week with the CIA. Basically, Governor Romney, you can light this dude on fire and he will keep working. And there's something else. And it's not just Evan's excellent TEDx Talk . Which. Will one day be a TED Talk. Gov. Romney, you are the architect for healthcare reform. We followed your lead. You have led us in many ways, spiritual, and otherwise. The party of Theodore Roosevelt, is dead. Please help us to find another home. A place where mafia Mayors don't pressure FBI Bureau chiefs to break 50 years of tradition to attempt to influence an election.. I mean, seriously? An investigation based on a gos...

Here's the thing. It might take one, two hours of phone bank. But God, didn't we do it for Bernie? And yea, it's a good idea to actually listen to Bernie. I always take those who can wield the power of sorcery, very seriously indeed. Especially those who have commanded the snows of Vermont and witnessed the Glory of Norway. (yes, I'm thinking about you). And listen. It's fun working for her. I'm on the inside, I love it. She's got a great sense of humor. Much better than that Orange Julius. .. I'm talking about Kos. You bastard. Give me my account back. But we must see it for what it truly is. It is our chance. And what would we say of ourselves, if come next Tuesday, we are all thrown into Trumpworld, we're fucked. Seriously, hardcore, rough sex, nonconsensually fucked.

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14:09 hours, 10/31/2016 Halloween has been observed in almost every American city. Scientists estimate a wave of darkness will engulf the country at sunset tonight. Light beacons for travellers, using the shells of harvest pumpkins - and brace yourself with extra supply of Halloween candy. This is an all points alert. Repeat. Halloween has been observed in a community near you. Please take all available precaution.

Great Spirit of the water and the land We ask you to Hear us. Let our brave candidates tonight find in themselves the truth. Let them speak with honor. Let them speak with pride. Great Spirit, protect us from the evil spirits that prey upon our land And give us the strength and kill the black snake of evil To the North To the South To the East To the West I give this, my closest loved thing given to the fire And ashes to the wind

I have been in love with women who have to have a place for everything and everything in its place I deeply thank the women for guiding me to consent Nothing is a greater turn on Guiding me home Than the moment when we both come together and agree The play exciting and beautiful At once celebrating forcing to question everything about myself and to learn everything about you She drove away in her black bmw Pain echoes against defenses vanity, insecurity and beauty I walk away with a passion to finally end Passive aggression and narcissism I accept the brutal role of consensuality And the neighbor who lives next to you that must have heard us And the couple in the apartment below your head between her legs one night But in the line at the haunted house She turned angrily and said I'm no carpet muncher. So we asked the magic eightball which replied: You may rely on it We own from our play and consent and some say d...

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Enjoy the Townhall tonight. It will mark the moment in history that the Republican Party, once a great insitution, finally collapses within the toxic and viral damage it has done to itself through racism and selling itself to the dark money elite. The Republican Party is Dead. Long Live the Republican Party!

Q: Why do Republicans elect Donald Trump as their nominee? A: Because they deserve him.

Tim Kaine Won.

My son had an MRI on Friday, and the results came back negative. I asked the neurologist , I think five times.. so it's ok? Yes. Normal brain. Normal? Yes, Normal. He had been having these headaches, that were localized in the back of his skull and he had been dizzy for a while and that was troubling. The pain was concentrated to a single point, the size of a pencil eraser. We are going to get a second opinion on the results of the MRI and there are still some open questions. For example, there's a white mass at the back of his skull, right where the pain is located. I will circle that part of the screen and ask the doctor - it's pretty cool, they get the scans from the machine on their laptop, wherever they are and they analyze them from afar. He was given the option of any movie while the procedure went on, and he said that getting an MRI was noisey, the machine had a constant electrical hum and it make loud clicking noises as the scan progressed. So he chose ...

Ok, well, Actually Bjork... Breakfast at Tiffany's is great, but I have this really old, beautiful car I would like to sell. And I really want you to buy it for 50,000.00, and then just keep it safe. And do nothing with it , until the day I come back to buy it from you for 12 Million. Or, as Nosferatu once wrote .."between gentlemen, I accept your fair price ", which is to say, it's really worth about 24,000.00 but I'd like to try to come back for it, and right now I need to give my wife my kidney. I thought it wonderful to have something living of me, inside her, keeping her alive. And I'm really in love with you.

I heard you were single. Wow. I'm single , too. Except that I'm married, you know. And I've got a mistress. And uh. I guess. A friend with benefits. And .. well ok.. you get the idea. But seriously, I really am single. If it were me and you. Because I understand the dynamic and let's face it. Spit and snot were underrated. Spit is great when you're in these forties, you know. I mean, christ. I'll spit on it. It gets going all the faster, all the same. Hey, look. I think, your last boyfriend. Wait, so he was your husband? Ok. Him. He was a total trip. But. Doesn't he kind of bring the concept of screwing yourself to new mountain climbing heights? Seriously, what man would let the fire of a relationship with you, Bork... die? Homo, or lumberjack? So listen. It would be this really great ... kind of Taylor Swift moment with glitter and sparkles... you know, the kind that show you really care. With a full camera crew. ...

The line of play in the song "Frack" by Princess Chelsea is the same as all of her other songs: the line between human and transhuman. Her beautiful chorus matches the concept of our transition, first from human, then to cyborg (coming soon to a really cool looking clubhouse meeting with really cool looking clubhouse people attending ) , and then to transhuman. And as always, the video that accompanies the song acts as a sort of rosetta stone, guiding us on into the interior of a beautiful, haunting melody. And we shout out "frackshau! frackshau!" as she and her band wind themselves tighter and the lyric turns to a more pleasant frame. In fact, it will probably amaze all of us how we can sing "la la la la" during almost anything. Princess Chelsea is good about sharing the spark behind her eye. Frack yer burn.

It's hard to put into words what you really feel and what you must do Suicide notes never match the message and words are left unspoken The danger of killing the messenger Thought control pushes semantic framework words can be broken harness of meaning What happens, to a democracy, deterred? Does it dry up in the sun? Does it explode? But you and I we've been through this and this is not our fate You and we stand at the edge of the ocean we see waves sets patterns But the deep ocean is still a mystery Let's look at the magic eight ball And see what it says.

It's hard to put into words what you really feel and what you must do Suicide notes never match the message and words are left unspoken The danger of killing the messenger Thought control pushes semantic framework words can be broken harness of meaning What happens, to a democracy, deterred? Does it dry up in the sun? Does it explode? But you and I we've been through this and this is not our fate You and we stand at the edge of the ocean we see waves sets patterns But the deep ocean is still a mystery Let's look at the magic eight ball And see what it says.

Saturday morning. You can feel the cold coming. Always like this, early october. What now? That must be it, yes? To live in Boston. To hear the stories of the witch of the west wind, the tales told at night at the commons. The cold wind blown the spray to jagged shards of ice all about their boat. So, Here I am. In a grove of redwoods. Fiat Lux. I am leaving the fuck no trace. No fire escapes the cold stones. This is where I want them to lay me. But. Others , not so. Others. Have been laid. Into the dust. Not live entertainment. Sacred. Protected. By the First. Amendment. Of. The. Constitution. Of. The. United. States. Of. America. So that takes care of both the fed and nevada, at once? doesn't it

The lonely dirt road so often travelled from \deer path\ to +indian trail+ nowhere in the corridors the broken branches of trees \\ pointing to water to dirt country road / to county highway. There is where I have been since the moment my heart knew that it would break The moment you saw the child The moment between your concert violinist and my wife Where my heart broke and of course your throat. we left no trace we always leave no trace

Imagine the Factory as a Machine Design the Machine from the First Principles of Physics Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Energy is always conserved. Set the entire factory in CAD Every cell Everything that makes the cells All the connections. Route your cables carefully, name them, label them, and keep them sorted. Label everything and catalog it all with bar code set on the side of the edge of whatever it is that you are labelling so that a robot can fly by and scan it. so that a man can program the robot so that people can learn how to become a clean energy superpower and you get, kind of , good cheap student labor And then you pay them more than 15.00 an hour. A sense of fatalism really helps When you are achieving a former impossibility Optimize Speed and Density The key To consider The phone in your pocket didn't get bigger, to get faster... it got smaller and more dense. More powerful. Think of a factory Like an integrat...

Dear Hillary, Or should I call you HRC? Tonight's your night. Tonight you will stand up to the bully. You are effectively standing there at your mother's porch. You will not enter into this home unless you go right back there and stand up to him. And in this home, waits wonder and the kind voices. Gentle words, cheerful acting, and its innermost depth a shrine to the greatest virtues of mankind. And you, always first, always last, as your running mate...a public servant. Nothing more. So. Just a few things. 1. Listen to the Cocteau Twins, "Iceblink Luck" and "Aikea Guinea" 2. On stage, tonight, champion the end of Cannabis Prohibition. Complete blindside. Entire Millenial vote yours. 3. Listen to Mark Cuban. Thanks.

The way that I am what I am and the life and the way Next door's TV flashing blue frames on the wall It's a comedy of errors you see, it's about Taking the fall To vanish into oblivion it's easy to do And I try to be but you know me I come back when you want me to.

Do you ever have those painful moments when you feel like your heart is breaking apart, and you can't breathe? When your eyes shake full of loose eyeball nectar/ to a place I'd seen in a magazine... that you left lying around... I don't have you with me , but I keep . A good attitude.

You lie by my side breathing quick I look at the ceiling and think Of the animal we both chased down and its teeth And how you bit it to bleed and how it felt when I kicked there on the ground It lay still I reached down And threw it free its tail wrapped around my hand, gave me a squeeze as if to say Thanks. I know you're only a pup and you're half asleep Your first taste of blood and you dream of the fur and the sound of the angry growl I make the sound just to play you wag your tail But for our prey it was high water or hell to make its escape I lie on the ground your eyes closed your paws pressed against the floor your neck close to mine And I watch the ceiling through wreathes of smoke And feel at peace I hope wounds will heal and the memory of the touch of the animal's fur will keep you from hunting a wounded mother I kept your secret as you kept mine Behind the fence waiting quietly the pretense of st...

The desert still calls to us like a voice from the storm It sends a love letter written in bleach bit bone written over and over and over Only you know the words and the words between the words The sound of an uninterruptible power supply firing off its warning into the abyss ticking off the moments before darkness The electrons are bought and sold switched at the border stored Lithium Ion Love Letters Pushed across the gulf Between You and I Genesis P. Orridge And Lady Jaye

False hope can be an enemy It can save your heart cutting it from your chest deathly silence follows and leads you on you pull yourself from the wreckage unable to walk you hope traffic stops long enough for you to crawl to safety False hope is not hope whose domain is courage and to understand A soldier in your own rank opening fire

I don't often speak to you directly, maybe it's not my best personality trait. I'm glad you read my blog. I'm glad you're out there. Happy Labor Day

Life is a gift and challenge Look it in the eye when you are talking to it and it will calmly regard you and read your expression And know whether or not You are a Liar Life is for the living for those who live it to the fullest Look upon the world around you pictures of broken glass pictures of steel Waiting until darkness comes in a gallery of corridors of pale gray and white Your hands touch mine and the moment lives forever and yet It is gone as soon as it begins Life is for the rabbits exploring mars by balloon Errand boy sent by clerks to collect a bill Life is for the wolves smelling the wind and hearing the smooth rustle of prey in the brush Happiness builds seratonin Stress builds dopamine Love builds seratonin dopamine and oxytocin In your daddy's arms again In your daddy's arms again In your daddy's arms again

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE byline: Larry Harvey Reports of a breakdown in talks between Burning Man and HELCO have sent shock waves through world financial markets. HELCO stock, valued at $10,000 per share at the end of yesterdays trading on the New York, Tokyo, and Black Rock exchanges, has plunged to a minus value. Many investors, caught in panic selling, have leapt to their deaths. Danger Ranger has issued a community advisory directing all playa participants to stay clear of the towers at Central Camp.The long expected acquisition of Burning Man by HELCO began to unravel on Saturday night when several thousand playa activists stormed a HELCO stockholders meeting conducted in downtown Black Rock City. Chanting, “Hell Co! Hell No!” the angry mob overturned Satan’s throne, sending HELCO’s board of directors scurrying for cover. The outraged participants proceeded to storm Hell’s Gate. In the ensuing confusion, the City of Dis — Satan’s Citadel — was destroyed, and HELCO Tower, world hea...

I'm so sorry I simply mean This wine is aces fire I push my way through it, alone hidden in Mormon guilt think catholic but push it to the hilt Maybe I will have a chance to live like you and yours The sweet circle that fades even as I see it like someone looking at me from a bus from 62 driving over the adironback But then maybe I get to take another hit and the thought that you were it the tammy one except You were cool Maybe I was cool So here's what is left I get fit drop 40 pounds build beautiful art Angel from my nightmare I raise my kids like yours Good eyes clean heart clear thinking unfettered by tradition we'll wish it never ends we'll touch infinity in the belt of orion riding through the medicine man silence the six strings vibrating through the quiet like indecision and love But then what is love It's not a high school infatuation It's not a contract It's not something you wish upon your ...

SAIL on, sail on, fair cousin Cloud: Oh loiter hither from the sea. Still-eyed and shadow-brow'd, Steal off from yon far-drifting crowd, And come and brood upon the marsh with me. Yon laboring low horizon-smoke, Yon stringent sail, toil not for thee Nor me; did heaven's stroke The whole deep with drown'd commerce choke, No pitiless tease of risk or bottomry Would to thy rainy office close Thy will, or lock mine eyes from tears, Part wept for traders'-woes, Part for that ventures mean as those In issue bind such sovereign hopes and fears. --Lo, Cloud, thy downward countenance stares Blank on the blank-faced marsh, and thou Mindest of dark affairs; Thy substance seems a warp of cares; Like late wounds run the wrinkles on thy brow. Well may'st thou pause, and gloom, and stare, A visible conscience: I arraign Thee, criminal...