WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
” Not here / Not here the darkness, in this twittering world.”
byVanderleunonJuly 21, 2021
Distracted from distraction by distraction
Filled with fancies and empty of meaning
Tumid apathy with no concentration
Men and bits of paper, whirled by the cold wind
That blows before and after time,
Wind in and out of unwholesome lungs
Time before and time after.
Eructation of unhealthy souls
Into the faded air, the torpid
Driven on the wind that sweeps the gloomy hills of London,
Hampstead and Clerkenwell, Campden and Putney,
Highgate, Primrose and Ludgate. Not here
Not here the darkness, in this twittering world.
— Eliot, Burnt Norton
“I’m writing this not as the prince I was born but as the man I have become,” penned the ghostwriter.
Seriously, who the fuck is the White House to be dictating who should and should not be banned from social media platforms, to keep lists of who they think are the spreaders of “misinformation,” and then pressure companies they regulate to obey? This is pernicious shit: https://t.co/WlZlbCjlqT
Fentanyl mass murder, cyber crimes, ethnic genocide, IP theft, climate destruction, illegal trade practices, and selling the organs of living dissidents.
Yes, but now hundreds of trans activists have threatened to beat, rape, assassinate and bomb me I’ve realised that this movement poses no risk to women whatsoever. pic.twitter.com/qb1RrCFqy0
You see this shit? This right here is exactly the reason I have retreated to my inner world of peace and contentment because that world of reality is one I want no part of.
There once was a place, a place “out there” where we lived in the sunshine, played baseball on the grass, rode our bikes shirtless and shoeless with abandon, and looked forward to the day when we would be a grownup. Grownups in those days had the world on a string and could do anything. Anything. They all seemed to be content, busy, happy with their roles and with their friends and families. All of them.
We wanted to be like that. We knew we could be because there were examples all around for us to model ourselves after. Life would be even better then; we’d have babies of our own, and a house, and a job, and grown-up friends. It was going to be so good.
Then somebody poisoned the water and the days became shorter, the nights restless, the dreams cold and troubled, and arguments filled the air. Instead of freeze tag and stoplight, we learned about predation and jealousy and rage and envy. We were no longer reading stories in school, oh no; that will not do for those teach of wrongthink. We exchanged fiction for Transactional Analysis and Encounter Group, we had to confront our inner troubles, bring them out in the open where they were fertilized and grew strong. They bonded with others’ sewage and became stronger than our peaceful dreams and fragile hope. And much more powerful than freedom and liberty – those things are nourished by goodness and energetic discovery, things foreign to a place ruled by meanness.
See what happened? You see that decayed corpse, the thing that once looked like a little boy playing with his dog in the yard? Yeah. That’s me, or it was.
And now I have a bad temper and the knowledge of what once was beautiful and poetic. And I am about finished with the shit spewing from the smiling asses of those that ruined a lovely place.
AnonymousJuly 22, 2021, 11:29 AM
I’ve seen Egyptian Old Kingdom mummies who look more lively than that L.A. County “Health” bureaucrat.
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
Green Pants Interior by Klahn
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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You see this shit? This right here is exactly the reason I have retreated to my inner world of peace and contentment because that world of reality is one I want no part of.
There once was a place, a place “out there” where we lived in the sunshine, played baseball on the grass, rode our bikes shirtless and shoeless with abandon, and looked forward to the day when we would be a grownup. Grownups in those days had the world on a string and could do anything. Anything. They all seemed to be content, busy, happy with their roles and with their friends and families. All of them.
We wanted to be like that. We knew we could be because there were examples all around for us to model ourselves after. Life would be even better then; we’d have babies of our own, and a house, and a job, and grown-up friends. It was going to be so good.
Then somebody poisoned the water and the days became shorter, the nights restless, the dreams cold and troubled, and arguments filled the air. Instead of freeze tag and stoplight, we learned about predation and jealousy and rage and envy. We were no longer reading stories in school, oh no; that will not do for those teach of wrongthink. We exchanged fiction for Transactional Analysis and Encounter Group, we had to confront our inner troubles, bring them out in the open where they were fertilized and grew strong. They bonded with others’ sewage and became stronger than our peaceful dreams and fragile hope. And much more powerful than freedom and liberty – those things are nourished by goodness and energetic discovery, things foreign to a place ruled by meanness.
See what happened? You see that decayed corpse, the thing that once looked like a little boy playing with his dog in the yard? Yeah. That’s me, or it was.
And now I have a bad temper and the knowledge of what once was beautiful and poetic. And I am about finished with the shit spewing from the smiling asses of those that ruined a lovely place.
I’ve seen Egyptian Old Kingdom mummies who look more lively than that L.A. County “Health” bureaucrat.