baptisma pyros

I felt were I to scream

I would burn down the floor

the people below, the house

Ire swept the room clean, spotless 

In that new emptiness I unraveled myself

took on its shape, there was enough space

to be me - unwedged, uninsulated

anger-stripped of all fears, prejudice 

Don't back away, I'm warmer now

The base of my life
are the dreams
pulled out from the outer heart
into the inner space
Pushed out through the 8dance
Locked into widening of perspective

 

I kid you not

I'm supposed to be working

Day 6 and still nothing

no food, no spark

Photoshop, text clot

humming laptop

Take me skiing

away from this op

Tug of War (Still looking)

     Looking for an original person with nimble fingers, who's done many things in life... yet has never taken an old typewriter apart. Would you like to sit with me and curiously apply wit and skill to try out this top act? Private message me, if you would.

Ļ̷̭̝͎̼͋ͅò̷̉̍̔̎̈̕̚ͅo̶̧͔̭̻͖͖̣͉̱͊̍̿͗̏̿̕k̴̟̮̟͍̳̱͈͛̀͜͝i̸̢͙̮̗̰̤̜̗̰̊̃͑͊̐̉̈́ṇ̶̡͓͔̩̩̦̐̋̈́̿̆g̸̨̰̘͚͈̍̐̄̂͋̕ ̸̛͖̞̼̩̣͗͋ḟ̵̡̨͙̘̫̲͎̟̥̑̔̽̆̅̚ơ̵̧͉̼̠̌̿̂͝r̴̛̛͇̩̦̤̘̭̆̔̓͒̂̒̕ ̸̰̪̗͓͖̦̳͙͂͊̈́͜a̵̛͖̠̪͖͊̾͊̄̓n̸͖͍̼̣̱͇̜͙̦͐́͝ ̶̹̻̫͓̗̔̅͘͠ǫ̸̰̜̎̂̿̾̽͌̿ͅr̵̻͑i̴̥̊͊̄͝ǵ̶̛̩̖̝̼͙͚̠̬́̃̑̔͜i̸̯̯͙̤̱̟̼̖̟͈̍̽͊̀̌̅̿͐͝͝ņ̸̛̲̀͂̀͘a̸̡̅́̐̌̅̐́̈́̆̚ļ̶͖̼̔ ̶̢͚͔͛́̅̆̒͑p̶̡̢̮̞͍͎͓̤͒̀͂̚ě̴̹͒̓͒̎̅͂͘r̵̙̲̔s̸̛̱̠̲͓̦͉̍͌̎̈́̊͒̔ò̵̧̧̜͖͎̩̠͍͌̊͌̚͝n̸̛͈̏͒̔̔́̎̍͝ ̸̧̮̥̜͉̥̖̖̀̊ŵ̷̻͎̳̫̝͕̉̀̉̍͜͠ḯ̸̧̧̙̜̳̠̲̽̚͝t̴̳̱̥̞͉͈͉̳̝̐͜ḩ̴͓͉̗͉͖͔̦̖̅͑̀ ̵̻̭̠̯̽̀͊̒͌̎̐͜n̶̙̤͑̌̏͗ỉ̶̼̠̹̘̰̜̥̜͒̀̓̐̕̚͘͝m̵̝͐̒͊b̷̼̪̝̏̄̎l̶̦̤̺̘͚͇̎͋͂͒̚͝ͅe̴̤̳̬̠͚̼̬̭̽̔̄̐̾͆͜ͅ ̷̛̳͔̝̳͎͖̗͗̑̏̊̽f̵̡͉̠͖͇̺̹̥̦͇͆͆̄̽̐͝i̴͚̠̒͋ǹ̵̛̓͊͒́͌͝ͅg̷̮̫̼͝e̷̡̢͚͚͙̰̖̾ͅr̸̢̘̦͖̻̙̽̈́̾̑͐̄̇̈́͠s̵̢̞̻̊̋͜,̵̪̪̦̺̲̲̫͓̂̋̓̅͘͠ͅ ̵̧̛̭̤̭̥̻͑̊̅̈̐͂͒̆w̵̛̜͋̋͗̇́̈́͝͝͝h̴̛̤̰͙͕͕̘̱̼̳̏ơ̶̛̬̇̄̂̀̒̅̏͠'̷̨̛͛̎s̷̨̡̛̯̬̲͇̎͆̎̀̀̎͑ ̷̛̠̫̤̼̬̯̤͎̘̀̌͌̿̃͋͜d̶̠̱͇̩̙̝͇̤̽͆͂́̽̊̆̃́̚o̷̖̠̤̯̠͚͑̎ñ̸̡̰͈̮ͅē̸̙̲͍̳̹͖̯͈̪̃͊̏̊́̿͝ͅ ̷͖̋̏̏̃͊̂̈́͗͝͝m̵̨̨̥͈̟̻̪̒̆̄̓̌͑̈́a̷̹͊̑͌ṅ̸̲̙̞̩̯̎̋͛͒́̚͝ÿ̷̞͉̬̙̩̻͕͖̝̬́̎͒̅͛͂ ̵̧̣̟̬͚̃̽̀͗̽̈͗t̸̨͉̯̪̞̜̩̝̟̽̊̌͝h̸̩͍̠̱̰̳͎̬̞̋̆̃̃ͅĩ̵̛͚̟͉̑̅́̿̄̃͂ņ̵̳̼͆͗̌́̒g̵̦̮̣̰̎̄̐̎̈̕͠s̷̙̭̖̖͇͕̽̿̍̀̃̈́̇̏̈́ ̴̮̺̙̱̘̙͈͈̭͗͑̊͊͝i̷̩͎̝̘̗̹̪̩̓̐͘͘ṇ̷͓̰͚̲̖͋̋̾̅̕ ̶̯͙͋͒͑̎̄́̇̕l̴̛̛̰̩̲̗͖̎̍̇̐̿̇̽͝ĭ̴͈͍̐̾̒̑̎̈́̈́̚͠f̷̫̹̼̑̋̍̌̇̔͂̚͠͝ę̷̻̮́͐̀̀̏́̑̕.̶̧̟͍̫̲͋͛̿̒́̊̌͂̚.̴̞̰̺͒.̶̮̙̝͕̲̀̈̇̽̊͒̆̋̕ ̴̝̲̞̞̺̼͈̗̫͗̈́̌̑ͅy̶̭̱̠͔̹̰̪̳̔̏̓̏e̶̛̘͚̣̠̭̭̦͈͑̿̊͛͑̈́̃͜͜͝t̴̛̗́̅́̒̕͝ ̶̢̞͈̮̬̆̇̾́̏͝ḧ̷̨̛̤̜̪̰͎̟͕̀͛̃̉̀̈́̅͠a̴͍̮̖̹̲͌͗̈́͝ş̶̻͎̹͙̂̑̓̀̈̈́̏ ̷̮̂̀͑̏̀̊̈́͋̾͑n̵̹̏̽̈́͌̐͋̑̕ę̵̦͚͚̑̆̓̀͛̈́́͠ͅv̸̡̛̝̻̼̜̑̓̏̒̿̀̂͋͝ȩ̷̳̤̝̱̩̼͍̍͌͒̈̃̇͐͊ř̷̻̙̪̻͗̈̓͜ ̴̙̩͉̯͕͚̐̆́̈́̏̀͐̎́̈t̶̖̓͘ȧ̶̝̉̓k̷̨̭̯͎͖͕̜̥͋̓͌̏ê̵̲̲̖̰͖̘̺̝͕͚̋̽̃̌ṅ̵̢̨͈̥̠͍͂͆̄̎̐̚͠ ̷̼̠̙̭̞͍͖̺̾͗͋͝ͅa̴̝̼̭̫͗̑̈́͛̃̓̈́̏͘ń̸̨̼͊̒̀̏͛̀̓͝͠ ̴̱͔͗͊̏̑͒̕o̶̧̯̩̫̞̲̗̥̓͋̅͜l̵̞̹̩̩͛̽̊̅̏͋͗̏̂ď̷͚̠̪̥̦̌̒̄̅̃́̕ͅ ̸͖̬̙̭̥̖̿̿̄͗̋̾̚͝ͅt̷͓͙͗̈́̍̆̾̀͊̑͠y̸̙̪̯͈͊͛̐͜p̸̩̘̪̘͕͈͇̀̍̔ͅe̶̢͔̲͍̩̠̭̐̎͐̐̍͂͒̽̿w̵͎͉̳̰̆͂̈́̂ŗ̵̪̪̞͈͕́͌̐͑̽̌̎̈́ị̸̛͓̈̃̽̂̃̓̚̚̕t̸̨̹̮̰͑͂ͅȅ̴̮̤͕̤̟̱̱̖̈́͝r̸̹̳̖̪̒̂ ̷̟̬͖̂̐́a̴̳̠̥̳̮̰̦̿̅͐͆̈́̀͂͐̕͘p̶̨̛̰̥̱̹̈́̾̉̌͗̇͂͠͝ả̸̢̞̝͔̘̦̭͈̟͐͒̋ŗ̴̲͈̞͉̗͇̣̀͗̃̓̆́̇͛̂t̵̼̜̪͙͉̱̥́̀̿̎́́̀.̵̧̤͎͙̻̺͇͌̏͋̆̍̚͘̕̚͝ ̸̙͙͗̚W̴̛̪̤̬̯̥̽͘ơ̵̠͍̦̌͋͌͗̇͛̎͛̕ư̶͎͗̑͘l̸̦̺̰̦̺̤͊̒͆̊͑̐̚͠d̴̳͌͝ ̷̫̘͕̙̜̑͌̚͜y̸̧̘̖̻͖̫̫̗̤̏̐̽́͑͗͌̚ͅǫ̶̢̲̲͈͎͖̞͎͇̅̆ǘ̵̡̫̼̫͈́̊̕͘͝͝ ̷̢̡͓̱͍̩̺̮́͜ļ̵̖̣͐̑̃i̶̗̺͚̝̲͌̈́́͑̒̿̚ķ̸̯̼͎̞̦̕͜͜ë̸͚̼́̑̋͗̒͗̑͛̇ ̶̢̛͙̠͖̥̬̣̓͐͆͂̈́̈̏̈͝t̷̛̪͇̥̟̼͋͂̃͗̾̐̃̓̉o̴̤̣͖͇̦͆̽͆͆ ̵̯͈̳̝͚̣̖͊̇̌ş̵̲͓̗͍͚̬̰̐̆̾͛̇̓͛̕i̵̦͗̽̀́̎̾͑t̴̘͗̄͛͆͋̚̕͠ ̸̧̞͇͖̓̔͆̂͑̾̐͒w̴̡͚̣̳̰̰̰̖̹͛͆̈̃̌̔͐̏i̶̧̧̼͚͓̳̪͆̿̈́̍̎̇̎̌̕͠t̸̛̫̮͓͑͜͠h̷̢̗̘̓̀͛̀̑̅̔͆̇ ̴͎̹͆͒̃̏̌̓̆m̵̡̛͉̱̖͉̂̇̌̊̏̾̚̚͠ĕ̵̥̭͈̹͆ ̶͓̹̜̪̞͍͎̰̅̉́̊̔ä̷̧͈̲̲́͆͊̔̑͋̃̋̚͠n̸̤͇̝̹̙̻̺̳̯̓̅́̍d̷̡̓̐́̈́̎̈́̈́̕͜͝͠ ̵̠̺̣̟̜̉̃̃̓͗̄̄͘͝͝c̵̰̮̰̓́̐̕ù̸̙͉͚̤͍̐͆̽̌̂̃̓r̶̢̗͖̟͙͎̞̼͎͋̈͊͗̕͝i̸̧̬̥͈̻̺̽̓̊̀͜ö̴̻̪̪̰́͋̊͆̿̋̎͋͒͂ǘ̵̮̭͓͎͕͇̘͆͊́s̸̬͖̭̬̞̗̼̟͑̆͆̾̋̎̍l̵͈͇̼͈͓̖̅̂͂͒͊́̍̄̚y̵̛͕̠̍̃̓̅͒̓̊̔̓͜͜ ̷͔͈̬̤̥̼̺̻̻̻͐̌̕ą̴̧͙̤͛͒̈́͑͂͗̏̆́̀p̴̘̲͚͊̿̇̊̑͘ͅp̴̢̡̢̨̰͔͖̜͝l̶̪̘͔̾y̴̥̒͌́̏ ̶̟̖͙̰͍̙̱̳̠̀̏̏ẇ̵̨̨͚͉̫̤͈̘̋͌́̎̀͜͝i̵̟̥͚̝̍͐̔̆t̶͍̮̳̪̾̀̋͘ ̸͍̳̘͓͙̩͋͐͊̃̇̑̔̌̔͘a̵̧̡̢̛̠͈̲̼̿̀̎͆̅͠ņ̴͈͓̙̓̃̄͋̊͐̿̑̈́̎ ̴̙̼̜̹̹̳͓̥̭̃̑̂͝s̴̠̳̱͉͋̏̓̏̑͑̕k̷̪͈͍̲̞͇͇̹͇̺̍̽̉í̷̡̛͖͇̦͙̯͍͇͗̿͋̚̚ͅl̷̮̼͍̘͈̈́l̶̤̱̙̳̱̓ ̷̺̺̗̫̈́͐͂̓̇͛̀̃͆͊ͅţ̸̼̱͈͈͕̜̱̗̿̂͐̊͠ͅǫ̶̩̯̗̘͚̤̟́̔̚͜͜ ̴̟͓̞͎̞̺̱̆͌̊̌̈̔̽͊̒̉t̸̛͇͈̳͖̟̮͆̊͂̿̔͆̍ͅŗ̴̻̝̞̹͕͙̥̼̿̍̌y̸̧̥͕̫͆̾͠ ̶̨̛̛͔̣̙̹̩͙͕̳̗̋̀̌͊̔̕ȍ̸̞̮͓̈́̎ú̵̫̯͙͔̤͙͉̦̻̱͆͗̽ṱ̷̘̪͇̋̆̀̈́̍̋ ̴̩̂̊t̷̼̗̩̒ḥ̸͚̈̾i̶̬̪͑̈́͒̇͒͐̈́ś̵̡̞͈͓͈͍͎̟̻̆̇͛̐ͅ ̴̣̖̱̗͈̬̋̇̀͆͂͗̒͒̆͝t̶̡̛̯̼̾̋̆̐͛̔̓͝͠o̸͖͙̙̖̯̣͗͛̍͌̒̀̊̈́̄p̵̡̛̰̣͉̹̘̦̉̃̕͜ ̸̦̮͇͇͛́̊̓̾͘͠ͅá̵̺̮͈̝̣͍͑c̴̡̡̤̖̝͍͎̝͚̱̀̏̄͋̉̇̂̀t̸̡̡̛͖̰͊́̐̐̒͆̔̊̋?̷̛̯̼̭̯̝̠̳̀̐̋ ̵͍͚͍̀̍̍͆̀̑̀͝͠P̵̨̜̼̱͈̘͍̋̓̐̾̍͝ͅr̴̢̻͍͎͔͔̺͍̪̓̑͑̒̽͑̋̈̕i̶̦̤̿̅̚v̶̛͈̟̪̳͉͒̈́̌͛͊̃̂͆̀a̶̧̮̫̼̜̣͎̰̤͉͐̂͗͊͂t̷̥͇͓̑̌͊̃̈́̕ͅë̵̞̰́̆̓̚͠ ̸͈̲̦̘̈́̈͂́͗̈́̽m̷̨͍̱̰̘̯̓́͐͗̀͠ḛ̴̡͖͎͚̳̻͉̯͊͋͌̓͒̚̚͜s̵̪̿̅͐̔̐̓̃s̵̡̮̥̬̈́̏́͜a̷̬̩̱̭̬̬͙͑́͋̐̓̾̚g̴̭͒͑͊̀͋̀ͅe̷̯͉̾̽͊͂͐̒̈́͒̐͠ ̴̡̘͇̩̣̻̥͛̃̏͜ṃ̸͙̲͉̖͒e̸̞̜̺͍͋̐̌͐,̶̛͎̯̜̟̀̔̍͆͑͑̇̀ͅ ̶̹̺̟̭̿̑̇̓͆́͑̊̐͂i̷͙͈̮̠̟̥͙͛f̴̢̧̢̻̠̺͛̋͊̀̌̑̈́̋ ̸̧̡̨̰̹̣̹͒̄̏͝y̴̢̢̠̟͕̞̫̥̍̄̚ó̷̧̦͓̝̩̮̬̭̗̿̅͑̂̈́u̷̢̗̮̭͍̠̚ ̶̡̡̛̳̞̦̬͇͓̂̾̚͠w̵͚̱̲̦̆̂͘ͅo̵̧̡͓̝̗͚̝͔̓͌͌̿̐ǘ̶͎̏̉͆͘͝ĺ̵̢̡͔̗͓͉̤̬̣̇̃̀̽̈́̒̚̕͠d̸̪̘̠͗̄͐͂́̃͘͜͝͠͝.̷̻͖̣͔͖̜͍̤͒̉͌

31.III.2020

 

I've noticed judgement

and envy

turning our lives into a set

of sad

hardcover stories

Why and feel the responsibility

There's magical streaming truth

in call and response