Monday, December 4, 2023

Josh letter

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Thats most of the poetry and other miscellaneous shit I've written over a 30 yr span. Some who've read it seem to be of the critical opinion there is some Aesthetic Value to it. 


Fuck who knows. 

Perhaps it's all bullshit?...


(Or even-still , perhaps EVERYTHING is bullshit, and that's why much of it resonates so much with A General Reading Audience. 

(guess you'll see.)

*


Only access it if something

happens though. and message that Sanjid_13@gmail account and type: Triskaideka. (for confirmation or My Crossing and your Identity.)


My Magickal Essays will soon thereafter get sent to you by same user: (Sanjid_13@gmail )


it'll probably be a ghosted mailer. DON'T try to search it on any engines or it will fuck up your phone.(also Only engage if he engages you first. Speak when spoken to.)

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Love you buddy. Sorry man.

I'm fighting it. But..godamn.

Shits a bit rougher this time. So...it's 

A *50/50 "just in case" type message.

*

I've never been one for.. Melodramatic At The Brink of Death Speeches. They seem corny in the old movies, and I imagine they'd very likely fall short in Reality. 


You mention often that I've taught you a lot. And I'm glad you've paid some attention. Some Lessons are Harder, and HURT more than others, and some only really apply to The Individual in Question. (It's up to you to figure out which is which.)


But really kid,..you've taught me Just as Much if not MORE about many things that I personally missed out on in my own youth.. for various reasons ill not bother to list. And if not for THOSE lessons, I probably wouldn't have even made it This Far Josh. 


I didn't always say or do the right shit, and I don't now. Not by a fucking Long-Shot buddy..but hell, Nobody does. Or nobody I ever knew or know. We're ALL somewhat broken and flawed beings to some degree. 


What matters is we TRY. 


We all have to try to To be better For Other and better THAN Our Current Selves. And that is a process that lives and thrives and effects/changes things much LONGER than any One Individual Life. 

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It's understandable and GOOD for one to set up *Altars To The Departed.

 But..never for " Altars to The Dead." (You'll figure out the Difference on your own. But, for a mini-spoiler alert: *The Difference resides in Memories.* And how we use those memories in the process of our own Lives /how we treat others.) 


We All (or Most) have a lot to teach others, and a lot MORE to learn from each other. (and our * Self.*) And it's ALWAYS going to be a Beautiful/Tragic/Haunting/Sometimes-Painful, Neverending Process. To Declare some Dead is to take a Piss on Those GOOD Memories that made you the LOVING, kind, caring, compassionate MAN you're becoming. And YOU did all that shit. (You might've just taken a good note from me here or there and built from that.)


Alright well


. So much for the " no Melodramatic 50/50 if I'll live or Die " speech right.


Love you man.


Be good to YOURSELF. You deserve it.


You're what Tupac called a "Rose that Grew from Concrete " kid. 


Something that manages to flourish well in this pile of shit most of us are planted in.


TTYL


Blood pressure keeps being a cunt.

Saturday, November 14, 2020

It's Memory went Insane

 What is that standing

Behind Me?


Fuck.


Life is Dead,

My

Boots Ran Off,


&


The Shadows are

Horny 

For Blood.


Take 

Back every nice thing

you

said to me.


Love is an Ape

Playing


in the mud!


(Infected 

with 

The Devil's Leprosy.)


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Somewhere 

an

Angel 

is 

watching...


watching 

you 

Burn...


 in vain


for 

Causes that 

bring 

only hell and 

pain.


There was never

A

Truth.


(It's Memory 

Went

Insane)





Monday, August 31, 2020

Remarks upon an unnamed tomb

 

Some Remarks upon an 

Unnamed Tomb.

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Don't end up this 

way;


make every moment 

count.


Living each as if 

it's 

Your Last Day!


(and Love in Vast 

Amounts.)


Tuesday, August 25, 2020

Their eyes are broken

 Their eyes are broken.

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Their Eyes are 

Broken , 

and I keep thinking that 

God 


doesn't visit here much 

except perhaps to toss an

occasional peanut at the 

Laughing Lunatic Choir. 


(who's siren song thus haunts 

me still.) 


Some days I think hope is 

still 

A possibility , 


and 

the right words or deeds 

could 


Save Us All 

From 

The Hell of Ourselves. 


But..


more often than not my eyes 

are now broken too. 


(and my lunatic laughter haunts 

the memories of some poor Siren.) 


Jsh





Before you

 


Before you.

++++++++

Before

you ,

a sad me crept dark whiskey 

Alleys


and cursed the 

Heavens Blue. 


(Because I had never 

walked their valleys.) 


But now I'm a freed 

Slave, 


lost in your smiling face, 


and no longer haunted 

By 

The Grave! 


(because you showed me 

Love's True Grace.) 


Jsh

Brothers funeral

 

At my Brother's Funeral I 

was on enough booze and 

drugs to kill a horse 🐴 

and spent most of that two 

hours afraid I was going to 

puke my heart out, or shit my 

soul onto the recently Lysol 

saturated floors. 


Finally when it was my 

moment to speak 

speak I stumbled my way through 

The 23rd psalm and managed not 

to fuck it up somehow. 


Then went outside and my eyes 

bled tears into what remained of my 

heart lying on the cold gravel ground. 


(My brother hated the 23rd psalm.) 


The funeral director

 My job as a funeral director went 

south pretty quick because old ladies 

disliked my "so a dead guy walked into 

a bar" jokes. (Humorless Hags.) 


If you got paid to bitch about every 

random , basic, or naturally occurring 

thing on the planet the moment your 

eyes opened I'd be a successful man..

but sadly the market for bitching is looking 

grim so I need to do something else. 


Suicidal Standup Comedian, Street Corner 

Castaway in need of change, or perhaps 

Fast food employee are the most likely 

Fates . 


Godamn...


(I wish old ladies liked dead guy 

walking into a bar jokes.)