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paraclete0407 · 3 years

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I’m reading OT (Deuteronomy), considering race-wars, ‘international relations,’ commerce, family trees. I am sad to think of all these giant-bones in Mexico and what-not, ‘dinosaur’-bones, outer space, the center of the Earth, magnetic field generated by iron core or something - I wish I never learned these things or ‘Chinese way of war’ or a bunch of word-roots or how F-4 Phantom Vietnam-era aircraft would try to evade SAM’s; I wish that I knew good things as well as the destined interactions of different races. All I care about is reaching this distant Other and if I will have failed or become irrelevant in this I could almost say that I have a death-wish which is life-affirming although I have not decided to caper or act like a zombie. The slowing of the tempo in Milwaukee makes me think of something I read about (Pres.) Jimmy Carter’s childhood in which his little town closed businesses early so that people could get home [sigh]; maybe I should play piano. The world is sad. Let us turn away from neighbor, friend. Don’t call your mom. I see the girl at H-mart, ‘Someone To Love,’ ex-Marine, ust get married, pass on seed before WW3. Me too; the main character gets stoned in ‘Cheonan Sky’ I get the electric chair and no one gets me, like ‘The Executioner’s Song.’ It is like ‘illicit love.’

I had these dreams of women in a certain shade of clothing; I read ESV always opening to pages about brides, then this morning about how Jesus appears to be born with no protection or armor or walls or bodyguards. The little people close to the heart of Jesus live in this killzone; who will bring gifts of honor? Where? I feel like I’m trapped i Studs Terkel aul Bellow Walt Whitman; I lost my ‘political vision.’ I just see idolators(?). ‘Want.’

Thou makest me... winding river, the gently turning guitar like laundry; I had this dream; I hate ‘Memoirs of a Geisha’ for an army group of reasons but the director as well as Ang Lee films and his ‘cinematographer’ have a great sense of the cleaning of things and the scene in which SAyuri does the wash in the cold mountain river means something though IDK whether CW2 or WW3 brings out the best in everyone; with some people it just ‘cooks off’ whatever munitions are loaded in their magazine; when the piece gets hot all the bullets just pop pop pop. Ppl everywhere with fireworks. I had felt it was all Acts for a while or that my Black eighbors ould be promenading well-dressed outside, ‘Let u take back the Earth; let’s be together.’ I had FDR dreams of JRBJr. ‘bind up the nation’s wounds.’ It feels like flesh-fair demolition-derby Lords of Misrule - people are really educated by movies and here I go again from praying for the deliverance of the pure in heart and theirs to being Chris Hedges who is like, ‘Let’s make the stupid and depraved just incrementally less so to make the world more comfortable’ Before UBreakiFix decided to go on paid strike against my SS-9 I was writing about the Whitefish Bay PD since I like their old chief but is anyone holding any line?

I used to be that person in the 1990s who loved action-movies if only because heroic knightly violence appeared cleaner than [AfAm pop-cult / self-keep-down-religion / Mao-subterranean-submarine revenge-machine against America]. Like, hopefully there is just a bad guy. Marcus Aurelius said if you find something better than a decent ordinary life or sth the sell all you have to buy that field which is what I tried to do with S’hai-1 but I was just 14-15 and before and after that the thing I liked was ‘moral clarity’ and ‘being right.’ In retrospect the Platonic ‘no to evil’ but then I do all kids of things; I started to believe in assassination like many do but IDK now, it seems like everyone is insecure... I feel like everyone is powerless now and those who do have power use it as an entertainment or I don’t even know. Put in mind of the final scene of ‘King Lear’ where he just lost his treasure-daughter and he’s chuckling to himself about how great he was at fighting - ‘biting falchion make ‘em skip.’ Then turns to Cordelia, this ‘eclait(?)’ of what I can only take to be a theophany or augury of Resurrection or the world to come, massive shutdown. Korea-dad from the lesbian rock-climber memoir, why do you play so much soccer then smash wifey?

I want to be the President of Russia... writing future history. Everyone loves Paganini Variation 18, the composer said it’s for his agent, his pay-pig number. To me it is kind of, the limits of male care or male capacity to form another. Looking at a infant in bed or a sleeping kitten and not disturbing. The Russians have left Milwaukee that I can tell; ‘Ton’ fixed my favorite Korean leather messenger-bag which was the simplest one. It was a long time ago. I remember reading in the NYRB about Biden as the ‘designated mourner’ for an era of dashed hopes and missed chances but now I feel he’s just tossing out reactions. ‘Social media’s killing people’ - yeah, and the Gutenberg press, and language, and giving female children names instead of numbers. He’ll say anything and it just makes me rage against myself for the times I would say shit. WH Auden said that men’s problem is sometimes uttering ‘aesthetic’ utterances for the sake of aesthetics. My parents are still sure they re Trump-o-caust-survivors and all our woes came from Trump - IDK if that’s eventually gonna turn out to be the case but HRC was a pedo-protector, typical Chinese First Wife (like ‘Raise The Red Lantern’ I’m goddess and other women I empathize with smash), deplorables, not reading complete document, napping. UKPM May I guess in retrospect Trump’s problem was just assessing everyone at eye-level but not arranging or processing deeper more thorough or purpose-targeted tests. But that’s America! How is Gen. Mattis in love with the Constitution; it seems to me like at this point like the steps of some complicated dance, it’s Kafka’s Gates of the Law, it’s ‘playing the game.’ 20,000 SF on motorcycles and it’s over; a whole new mazurka - not ‘rough justice’ or ‘lex talionis’ but ‘trust righteous Judgment.’ Who is still trying to govern? 2nd Amendment? Militia? Everyone in America thinks they’re a militia from YAL and ‘Red Dawn’ and my AP Euro talking about the common man ‘it’s gonna go nuclur’ [if we don’t sif out Kim Jong Il’s hiding-place in Tikrit]. Self-incrimination? My greatest regret is becoming associated with this civilizational meme-machine instead of doing everything from my own hands... Just believe everything! Step out and don’t step back ppl are like, ‘Excuse me have you seen my past?’ People ere mad about the America middle class Dream fading but now maybe it’s just me but like what When did I go ‘hyper moron’ or beyond my own appointed fate, I want to walk by the water. ‘I Need Thee Ev’ry Hour.’

For a long time I was taken with ‘The Gift of the Magi,’ I like stories in which people ed up giving too much and broken people who come together; IDK why I had a dream of happiness a few times and then started thinking about dreams of homecoming. I lost my brother first when he burned this girl then I feel I made him clinically depressed by something evil I did long ago, when as some people do I had a preference about burial-location, that I don’t quit feel anymore.

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voidselfshipp · 2 years

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Smote? Smitten?

Cw: one suggestive joke.

Summary: jericó keeps invoking the gods with their names. Much to everyones dismay and warnings.

Taglist: @aeliusinclairs @tex-treasures @qsionic

A/n: Moots only ok to rb

-- you should be more carefull talking about the gods-- said sadie non-chalantly as she read a a magazine.

--oh come on, sett likes it when I speak of him,isnt that right sett?-- the floor rumbled as if something that was way Below the surface laughed, the room got suddenly cold.

-- youre the one thats getting smote not me....Wait...smote? Smitten? Ugh whatever!

Jeri laughed-- yeah its gonna be me thankfully

Theres a three second silence before sadie rolls up her magazine and starts chasing jerico around.

--ah shit! I cant remember the Word in english! -- jeri said while she talked with walt, in the library infront of thoths statue-- hey tatter tots! How do you say <ñandú> in english? --the wind whirls around the room, Walt heard a whisper coming from it, or was it thoths statue?. -- ah yes! Ostritch! Thank you tatter tots!

Walt stares -- is that considered blasphemy?

--Is it? Should I ask--

--NO-- said Walt-- lets leave tatter to-- I mean thoth alone!

Jeri rolled her eyes-- whatever you say

Some hours later jeri and Carter are arguing over how to Grab a sword-- its not like that! -- jeri said-- youre grabbing the handle wrong!

--ive told you thats the way--

--Hey horus! Show Carter how to properly Grab that sword!

Carters hand moves by himself gripping the sword in the way jerico said-- see?! I was right

--oh fuck off jerico!

At night the lights were cut off, and sadie and the rest of the girls (sadie, cleo, alyssa, Bast and jerico) were having a girls night.

Jeris light had died on her and all she had was the light of the moon to help her read.

She took a sip from her tea, sighing, a hand grabbing the beautiful moon jewelry she was wearing-- hey khonsu, dear, I cant see very well, could you help Us find our way until the electricity returns?

Suddenly the moon shines brighter, illuminating every single room in the Brooklyn house and waking up more than one student.

--Thank you dear!-- the moonlight seems to flicker for a moment as if saying "youre welcome".

Bast started laughing-- youve been doing that for a bit!

Sadie scoffed-- shes gonna get smote

Alyssa and cleo laughed-- I think its cute too!-- they say making sadie roll her eyes.

--If you complain so much why do you Keep scooting closer to the moonlight?-- asked jer with a grin on her face.

--for no reason!-- said the kane-- fuck off!

They shared a laugh and kept Reading.

The Next night jerico missed khonsu, the moon was no where to be seen, so she goes to her balcony and sighs-- I miss you khonsu...

The moon parts the heavy dark clouds and the moonrays illuminate her with intensity, she feels as if she was being hugged.--thank you..-- she said smiling and entering her room.

While she read, a feeling of longing invaded her-- I...actually miss every single one of you, khonsu...thoth...horus...sett..--she sighed-- I could actually use a tea right Now...

Suddenly a fresh brewed tea appeared on her nightstand, the little paper attached to the other end of the teabag had an Ibis head logo 《thoth》 jeri thought.

Then the rain poured heavily, the thunders seemed to have a red tint, and the beach sand she had in a glass containers swirled inside of it 《sett》jerico thought again.

The Winds blew mercilessly, and the leaves that fly with the currents seem to be forming a falcon head 《horus》

And yet, the moon didnt stop shining, the Rays kept invading her room. She smiled 《khonsu》

After finishing her tea, she closed the book and cuddled under the covers-- thank you...-- she whispered-- good night

The Winds whistled, the moonrays flickered, a thunder cracked down and in the distance she heard the cawing of an Ibis Bird. A simple message 《good night》

If sadie was here she would say jeri was about to get smote, smitten?. Whatever. But jerico didnt care. They were still there with her.

#familial f/o bast #platonic f/o: sadie kane #platonic f/o: alyssa #platonic f/o: cleo #platonic f/o: walt stone #sett tag pending #khonsu tag pending #tot tag pending #horus tag pending #cw: suggestive #tw: suggestive

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