( via / still from secret ceremony )

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”Stonewalled (Shakespeare XIV)

The fall of Colossus calls for more than pluck.
Atop the ziggurat astronomy
finds one, two stars. (Three with luck.)
Why do I keep feeling 'quality
of life’ is more than wigs of polliwogs? Tell,
O cranium, where these walls lead, numbing as they wind:
nor do but echoes report from the stopped up well.
Each new day presents me with a find,
a book or a record, yet I hardly derive
sustenance therefrom. My wobbly art
rolls on. Rumorous, the baboons thrive
in spite of mystic blasting. Clouds convert
to muddier clouds, while toads prognosticate
inside thick cornerstones of uncertain date.“

—Zachary Appomattox, A Series of Unfortunate Presidents (2005)

"As I suspect with the Khazars, periods of resurgence in interest and participation are contrived and managed by GAE itself."

“We have passed the moments of crisis: we are now in the era of death and collapse; now we must preach and practice harm reduction, preserve our oral histories, feed and nourish each other, rest and recover, and imagine and build the foundations of new life as this world ends” –@ganjacum

The art of fooling robots (day 120).