Retsoor

a 20 year long poem that allows others to interact with every line as it’s written across multiple platforms with no end in sight

honk if that’s called whittling

abandon all entering ye who hope here

honk if when they came for me it was under the pretense that it was good for the world, meanwhile we continue to tag each other under a growing network of cameras, algorithms & the pretense of “gaming”

the ol’ “smiling glasses & winking hubcaps” routine

a globe-wide idea strike, during which anyone w good ideas withholds them until humanity gets its shit together

honk if sex w out context: drugs married to stigma stigma separated from dogma the internet minus 1s & 0s words bereft of meaning tolls w out bells love sans pain, bread + 0 fat a world w out you

speak *gestures at the sky* to a representative

I like my coffee like I like liking things, steadily and with a sense of grace

other dark meat, the white albacore tuna w rainbow sprinkles rooster of the sea, the updog yogi tea mashed offal & gravy five guys salad upstairs downstairs cake

a party attended solely by pants that nobody comes to

book in which the characters or main character have to figure the plot out themselves

3-D dictionary (excerpt): haying: gathering info by way of instigation, confusion & ambiguity occiation: using someone as a means of emotional regulation noring: the act of dragging situations out to avoid life kar pay dm: series of indirect messages designed to access to a friend’s vehicle

s/o to the peace you won’t come in

that we literally can’t exist without each other

honk if once you see it, you can’t unsee it, and everyone you’ve ever known is complicit, effectively destroying the past, the present and the future, because you know you can never relax again

shotgun wedding test

honk we must ask, what *is* victoria’s secret?

a world that proves you’re not crazy by going crazier

juice box hero

too many gorillas, not enough mist

the cruel is pointy

*keeps calm & calls your mom*

honk if honks are in the second person because “I” is a self centered fiction

the reluctant nihilist: one who insists on beauty to the extent that beauty becomes impossible: you: the world is infinitely gorgeous them: attack him

the reluctant pessimist: one who invites cruelty & absurdity by resisting them: you: truth, love, equity them: you’ve left us no choice

you have to be in it to win the biggest losers love to say only one game has two winners & feels great every day

honk if you’re not agnostic as much as yr disappointed by our species’ attempts to articulate the divine

narrative wars

them : urban myths are you: [brushing data off your pants] a myth

honk if to sleep, perchance

Huey Lewis & the News “Fore” a company that offers to buy your defects of character the retail belt of fear around a community’s downtown heart the choice not to choose as a prerequisite for freedom a positively double negative

everything is an ad for itself & it’s opposite

if you want an economy, you have to give all the money back, the musical

division makes money <-> money makes division = _____ makes ______? (wrong answers only)

Judas iScariot

generational pendulum: the left swings to #metoo + the right swings to #maga = gen x thru z has to erase the (false) division & glue the world back together or lose it #indiepolitics #lovekillsfear

a plot that encourages your fam/friends to treat you the way they think you treat them

like a bridge over shallow waters

an algorithm that analyzes every data point in every citizen’s nsa file that ranks each of us according to a (aggregated) moral code then incentivizes or punishes us accordingly…the musical

nervous breakdown breakdown: a notification on one device about a low battery notification on another device that was notified you were noticed in someone’s mentions

honk if you’re a pizza rat in an ssri test

carl gustatory jung fine jung cannibals the jung & the restless jung guns go west jung man

meta meta fiction in which a cigar just gives freud mouth cancer

poetry that writes itself argues w advertising represents you in court lights up the internet of things whenever the poet passes

honk if the rain is applause tonite