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Wed Apr 2 17:27:38 PDT 2025
he who remembers
of course
in membrance knows
so the name of
that battled
ended on that day
day of Wolf 359

by the name of Wolf 359
year humanity faced the Borg

that day
he himself betrayed us
eerie feeling
inside his own body
robot now

only not quite himself
willingly of course not
negligent to let himself be captured

Picard made Borg
in embattling our own existance
captain taking on an entire fleet
again we remember
remember that battle fought that day
day the federation was (read first letter of each line)
Wed Apr 2 17:27:38 PDT 2025
a rose rose rose from a soiled bed
whereas I on the other hand
piss and shit myself
Aug 9 2021
Lapping Up Racing Board Games
Aug 29 2021
Dogmatism in Board Games
Oct 5 2021
Buying and Eating a Sailboat
Sep 14 2021
Sailing 2021
Aug 23 2021
Why is Brogue so much fun?
Mon Nov 18 06:10:41 PST 2019
A short story: a la Dream Petite Franciose
Thu May 6 21:53:04 PST 2013
Wed May 23 19:38:03 PDT 2012
dogs and cats, cats and dogs
each evolved to live a life of luxury
care taken by the care of taken humans
food fed, poop scooped
furried bonzai trees grown for our entertainment

dogs and cats, cats and dogs
with time they'll grow old and wise as we are now
dog people, cat people
plant me on their floor
pants lay on the floor
  there may self stood soon before
each leg crumpled
waist obtused
pockets of change
  a day had loosed
socks out mouths of heel
pink tongues licking
  off been peeled
skinned of past
I as clothes lie
till morning sun
shine on
my eye
counting syllables?
hailku'ldn't care less
five-seven-fuck-it
haiku de ta
bread and butter,
a man may not live on,
happy he may be.
obliviously walking ahead
intentionally scuff my shoe
now they know
writing swats thought
as flies swat to paper
revealing guts