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The House of Yes (poem)

You alcoholics, you three. When Mummy dies, bet there’ll be a mutiny. Know you all never enjoyed scrutiny.  But, Button. I thought I was done with you.  An insane cycle  the eye you push through.  Then I see your unkind seating arrangements. How many babies? How many engagements?  How many weddings to be in attendance? Button. But, Button, turn that chin up, buckle-up that upper lip. Until you forget to forget.  Ah, but Button, I remember. The OBX in September.  The horror show presented as fact.  How I had to put your Binky blanket back.  How his eyes would sparkle as soon as you appeared.  When it’d churn my innards, your voice seared my ears. How you could cry on cue,  with the only snot present being you.   How’d you wail like a toddler.  Your tantric tantrums.  Overblowing my ultimatums.  How you snowed him with your cocaine.  And I see he’s over again.  Because you’re over a bar.  When, if he had his priorities straight,  would be looking for his idea

To My Always Almost Gay Almost Girlfriend (poem)

To my always almost gay almost girlfriend, the heartbreak of straight, the goodbye to bi. Julie, you Jew... ...you're a temptresses, an empty ring. Promises, promises...  promising, everything. All insurmountable never accountable.    A dozen year fling.  I knew you might've read some of my words but, did you understand anything? Will this last final slap  take out some of the sting? Since your dew? Don't do me no justice. Even when it's just us it runs more like sap. Princess Bitchface? Sounds more like a J.A.P. Sooo...you got a crack in yo' back? In East Cleveland, no less? Well my Princess H-Bomb early bathed in her napalm?--she never settled for less. She was always best dressed.  She always knew the boys in the room, who'd settle for lipstick & doom, yet so soon as she'd swoon  be some poon on the floor they'd slither towards the door. I had the keys to your apartment but you let me sleep in my car, the hour didn

The Big Problem with Lil Miquela and Friends: The Virtual Insanity of CGI Influencers

Lil Miquela became  a 'virtual model' on Instagram back in 2016 , which is the year her 'marketing concept' was launched.  She was touted as being a digitally rendered media influencer, the perfect model, she'll never age or get paid, sass back or have her own opinions.  She possess no morals to be compromised.   Miquela is still touted as being a CGI fictional character and there's much confusion surrounding her, everything from what she really is to what she's really supposed to be doing .     Computer-generated influencers have been quietly appearing everywhere over the past few years.  In fact, as of September 22, 2019 there's  13 of them .  Perhaps most intriguing is Blawko, who always dons a mask (more on that in an upcoming post).   Blawko, wearing masks before it was cool. In this Dec 19, 2018  Holiday Special on YouTube what appears to be a severed true CGI head of Blawko is encouraging what can only be interrupted as minors on

Pornocracy: MindGeek and MatchGroup, The New Sex Multinationals

Pornocracy: The New Sex Multinationals (2017) is one of the better documentaries I've ever seen period let alone on pornography.   It's available for rent/purchase on YouTube and it is available for free on Kanopy .  Pornocracy opens with a man discussing the various types of performance-enhancing drugs that get injected into porn stars with  Ovidie, the director, who had worked in the pornography industry herself for 17 years : the  Caverject that gets injected into the penises of porn actors to keep them rigid for abnormally long amounts of time (19 hours), the  Pitocin (which is synthetic Oxycontin, oftentimes used to trigger labor and cervix dilation) and Lidocaine, a local anesthetic (numbing medication) which works by blocking nerve signals in your body. Lidocaine is used topically to reduce pain or discomfort caused by skin irritations such as sunburn, insect bites, poison ivy, poison oak, poison sumac, and minor cuts, scratches, or burns.  However on the set of a p

See Jane Suck Dick

The original Dick & Jane were illustrated books meant for beginner readers for reading comprehension.  Reading level one.   Netfilx, when it was originally a mail back DVD service, had a far more diverse documentary library.  Netflix still apparently provides the DVD-by-mail service, no doubt as that is where their true diversity lays, but it may phaseout that availability by 2022 .  It was due to not being able to view the 2014 documentary  Who Took Johnny which caused me to seek out other platforms to view quality--and increasingly difficult to find--documentaries.      Johnny Gosch, one of the first missing children to ever be featured on the side of a milk carton .   It's a truly jarring tale and with much thanks to  Noreen Gosch , Johnny's mother, not only has the story not died, she may be accredited for campaigning against the once standard assumption that every missing child was a run away and could not be reported missing for 72 hours .  Many parents fac

Can’t Fix a Broken Mirror (poem)

Kinda wish I could warn you, that I know she’s gonna leave you. It’s not a matter of why or if, it’s a matter of when. I think it might be in June. When she’s gonna leave you. Before her eldest gets her first menses  because she’s that bipolar and insecure. And insincere. Soon she will reflect & reject the next step. Eventually the reality will phase her:  You can’t raise her You can’t raise her You can’t raise her  When you appraise her, when you rearrange her room. Caused your own whispering corner, your own legion of doom. And I, I am the sunshine in your eye, the happy that makes your glad. The cat that stays on your lap, even when you sneeze. And I, am like the wind, a zephyr, an ellipses... to her breeze. Her air is hot but not her passion. Her hair shows you no compassion. I’d walk 500 miles for you.  I lied when I was rejecting.  I just can’t stand us being apart. My better part, my love, my muse, my music, my art you give your hea