Ethereal lipstick did not give me mind control powers #xcom
Poem, Ghosts, Interrogation, Problematic
Sometimes I am judge,
and sometimes I am jury,
and sometimes, I stand accused,
madly dashing down notes
for my defense of a scribbled-out
poem or song or story,
written in a rush and posted
before I took the time to consider
each line as evidence
to be used later in trials
of a writer's revisionist history.
—inspired by #openwrite and the prompt of a One Sentence Poem
https://www.ethicalela.com/one-sentence-poem/
Poetry, Food, Community, Othering
mashing keys:
thoughts pouring out.
smash then squeeze,
no need to shout.
we argue over internet,
squabbling about nothing.
even though we've never met
to your house I'm coming.
returning from the dead with original content
I suppose that I could scale up truths to wound you, darling.
That a community feels shame for you must inevitably burn.
These truths we ask for
No,
We demand
are bright.
Mine are like the sun.
I do and do not want to scorch you.
My mouth carves out apologies
Speaking in second tongue.
An elaborate pantomime of excuses
Contrast with ground teeth.
Long after your departure.
They expect waves of honesty
Or are they particles?
Drip fed solutions to a puzzle nobody asked about.
Or honest harmonics that encourage spilled secrets.
No matter.
I'll keep lying anyway.
nothing matters,
is the anthem, of lost people.
colors running cold,
the pale doesn't have to last forever.
lackerband
Pronunciation /ˌlakəˈband/
noun
informal Australian
(especially in Victoria) a rubber band.
Origin
1970s an alteration of elastic band.
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Accepting a new word is sometimes a bit of a stretch for some of us. "Lackerband" is possibly one of those words.
[It might also be a stretch for you to see the illustration as a rubber band.]
FLOPPINUX - 🐧Linux on a Single 💾Floppy
Short story why I decided to make my own one floppy distribution.
An extensive yet simple tutorial/workshop on how to make embedded Linux distribution under 1.44MB.
Read at https://bits.p1x.in/floppinux-an-embedded-linux-on-a-single-floppy/ (1481 words)
The mud of Suburbia,
has yet
to touch my shoes.
The intimacy,
of his arms
drags me back.
To where I belong.
allusions to toxic relationships
There would be a final brutality in you
but for the amusement I hold;
Tightly
You still think you won.
A bed full of known faithless promises holds no lies.
Such beds ruin gradually
And trauma is for other people
#VerseThursday ‘Until a Hundred Generations of People Have Departed’, by E. Saxey
the Sandia nuclear waste warnings, translated into Old English and back again
Fueled by a blend of caffeine, love and spite. 1992 model, Melbourne. Leftist. #nobot
In essence: something something fit and proper person-or trying to be.