An attempt at dictation~

Oh my fickle brain how are you cease to be lying idol diamond tired and spent weekly weekly there are things that you haven’t thought about an avenue shit to be explored.  What mistakes could be made from Siri as she wrangles with my words like bullets shit out of a machine’s ass? How do I examine such? How do I begin to explore this apparatus? Is it even worth the bother? As a back up my hard drives, not once but twice, I sit here and think I can.  I contemplate why would I go through all this effort only to possibly wreck two computers? Technically I wouldn’t be wrecking them although they might be kind of splintered for a bit until I could put them back together again. He thinks I should step away from Chuckie shit although I haven’t Kentucky shit for quite a while and step back into philosophy. All the granting And Gloria’s philosophy. Whose dick is splintered now? Dictation should be left to tape as machines in themselves have not conquered human language to perfection nor can it recognize the different catchy accents. I will leave this bumbling mess to be what it is, but it is not what it started to be. Oh it’s far far too altered.

It pains me to write this:

If you know me, you know that I don’t believe in god. However, after all the “oh god” and “jesus,  jesus, jesus” that I’ve been spewing out of my atheist mouth, you would swear that I was a major holy roller. 

Last night while on the toilet talking to my friend, I was experiencing a lot of pain and was moaning out my oh gods and jesus, when I remembered Sunday’s offering. I started to tell her how I was offered communion by the hospital's priest.  As I don’t believe in god(s), devil(s), Santa, nor the tooth fairy, I realize that my calling of god would have as much meaning as me moaning out a couple of satans or beelzebubs.  I pondered aloud to her the why am I saying oh god instead of oh satan? For that matter, why not Oh Christmas Tree? 

Meh. I just remembered how god is moaned out during sex as well. I guess the meds are kicking in. 

Romance is still in fashion-

I see romance in the longing looks when eyes lock and lovingly drink in features that are new or very well known and worn. Romance exists in the soft stroke to a cheek, the lightest of touch to tousled strands to set them straight, or the gentle rub of one’s back just because.
I see loving cuddles with small kisses to the forehead or nap of the neck seeking nothing further. It is not hard to understand how applications of such administers so much warmth and love that is made large in whispers of sweet nothings. Not all is roses. ~ Arachne

Looking for a Muse

Looking for a muse who won’t allow my brain to snooze from ingesting mundane mutterings which lack substance
If substance is necessary then so be it to open my eyes to skies of color existing in another realm
I have seen the other side with its altered space, sounds, and things and I can somewhat go back to the EXPERIENCE of Hendrix  tripping on purple haze
Ah, to gaze upon that which only I can see and interact with accordingly - those special moments of seeing another dimension interacting with this one without going insane from the other - staying in the game to see things at a later time that are also not there! I am aware and I  relish the hotdog that I don’t have
"Thank you sir, may I have another"  is just another slap on the ass
Where is my muse! - Arachne March 6, 2019 @ 1:38 pm

BlacKkKlansman: Thoughts of Spike Lee’s Flick

Just saw Spike Lee’s BlacKkKlansman. Art imitating life. What a sad history we have of perpetrating violence against those not like us.  The movie starts in the late 60’s to early 70’s and reflects the bigotry and racism of a time that seemed to have retreated somewhat. With Dump’s help, the vermin have come out of the woodwork and we have gone and are still going backwards. For the first time, I got to see what happened in Charlottesville, Va and I was horrified by hate. I thank Spike Lee for sending us back and bringing us forward to see how little things have actually changed. I highly recommend this flick in the event you haven’t seen it. #BlackLivesMatter #PowerToThePeople

Feeling the Bern 2020

As I watched Bernie’s rally in Brooklyn on C-SPAN, I was energized as I harmonized on words his mouth released. His vocalization of our situation played the tune of not too soon noting a repeat of yesterday. It was not only he who talked of yesterday, his days and ours, colored by the influence of separation, but by today’s sames that are tossed upon us by those who know not our plight. Where comes our might?  #NotMeUs It is only through we the people that change can come about. We are conquered when we are divided, but united, we can accomplish anything. Thank you #BernieSanders for filling my heart with love in these divided days of hate. ♥️ #PowerToThePeople