DIARY OF A DEAD MAN

The Walk: It's 5:34 am, October 31st, 2027. Tonight is Halloween, and there's a ragged chem-snow falling, as white feathers out of a busted pillow. Quiet... it falls in slowly, motion shaken out of its slip by an unseen hand. Grey toxic zigzag clouds, have us locked down, and caged in, and away from the sunlight, going on a month now. It is terrible how much you can miss the sun -- the heart can ache for its light like a lover.

Poem: What Next!

Poem: What Next!

 Eight-carbon molecules in rivers of waste, and the sun in a sack cloth hauls itself up again into the sky. And looks down in disgust at what was...a good idea.

POEM: PRIMO MANE

I was there in the first hour on the first morning.
The air clear and about all, and never breathed before,
never seen and cool and soothing about my face.
And I looked up
And the sun and the moon fell in love as I watched.
She sat, as a blushing pearl against Cerulean blue.
And I turned, and my father's light shone into my eyes.
I walked along and watched it all wake, from a long and cold dark sleep.
Further on I saw eleven great birds in flight...
and wondered about their defiance of the ground and the air.
How had they separated themselves from all the rest?
That air first breathed deep returned warm from my lungs,
and caused a mist to drift about my mouth...

SHRINKING LIPS & MOUTHS: COVID masks and their price. An indepth study…

It seems that after a period of five months of wearing masks, they are having a detrimental effect on users, on our voices and the shape and size of our mouths and lips.

Our mouths are shrinking and this is mainly in the region of our lips. In a new study funded by three International organizations dealing with the ears, nose, throat and mouth. Our mouths do not like to be covered and should not be covered continually. Open and uncovered faces are needed for a more normal mouth and lip sizes, along with robust mouths, lips and healthier lungs.

Disorders that were extremely rare before COVID-1984 are now jumping to the forefront of medical disorder and disease. Shrinking Lip Syndrome (SLS) has gone up some 15,000% in a matter of five months in the world. Oral Cavity Collapse (OCC) has skyrocketed. Everything from tooth loss and tooth color dulling. Tongue atrophy and fasciculation is epidemic in some places and has risen some 1400% worldwide.

THE MASK

The mask, it feels so safe. But is it?

You put it on and out you go to the shop and interact
within the allowed, social, distance, as observed by law. Six feet the height of a man. Six feet the dept at which, one is buried.

A particle fluid dynamicist has suggested 27 feet apart, as particles that are emitted from the mouth can reach that distance in an easy breath out.

No one can see who you are, and it covers the mouth of others of which confrontation centers. Titillation is the mystery and for some, it is anonymity, touched with a bit of sexual fetish. Inviting and tempting, but yet warding off and away from the wearer.

To some, it is a symbol of complete covering, invisibility. They finally don't feel as naked anymore, as vulnerable as they did before...

OPERATION WARP SPEED

We are now in the realm of identifying, coding and the invention of vaccines that are inserting foreign mRNA into humans and producing vast amounts of transhumanist vaccines for a new normal. At a tremendous speed. Normally vaccine research could and usually took 18 months to sometimes two years of research.

President Donald Trump introduced operation Warp Speed on April 2020 to...

"The idea for Operation Warp Speed was introduced in early April 2020.[2][3][4] Operation Warp Speed will promote mass production of multiple vaccines based on preliminary evidence allowing for faster distribution if clinical trials confirm one of the vaccines is safe and effective. The plan anticipates that some of these vaccines will not prove safe or effective, making the program more costly than typical vaccine development, but potentially leading to the availability of a viable vaccine several months earlier than typical timelines."

The Killing of the Old and Experienced

COVID has/is taking on an unusual appearance. An unusually intelligent and precise virus. It appears to be selectively culling of certain members of society; the aged and the old, those in later years who have been strapped with possible comorbidity of ailments from a lifetime of living in this world of toxins and toxic overly processed and nutritionally void foods, toxic medications prescribed by a medical system that aims to manage cradle to grave existence in favor of true and genuine healing.

Nursing homes and extended care facilities well placed on extreme lock downs, with friends and families not allowed in...geriatric facilities and geriatric wards in hospitals, were placed in total isolation except vital medical staff taking extra measures for personal protection as the word got out that COVID was killing the elders.

POEM: COLLEEN A Irish Tale

Rushed in wet wool, mad mud underfoot...
Left the house at three, it was dark and I was heart-dipped in honey
Courage and other belongings stuffed in an old pillowcase,
my mother's swollen eyes and her smothered kisses

It is the sickness that is the worse for me, moving always moving
I drown in this smell, of vomit and the urine.
I am so afraid...I have never been this afraid

I tremble and am banged about the broken world outside of me
It is always the same

CONSPIRACY THEORIST

There is, a specific type of smugness when someone within a group of like minds calls out the heretic. When group thought has totally permeated the platform, as a bastion of central opposition and knowledge to a world that is seemingly going insane -- a world is unknowable in the end. Too many possibilities. Can I prove that? Without falling into skeptical thought, not really.  Nothing can be proved without a doubt, it is a matter of the evidence collected in favour of what one believes -- or the group believes. We are all capable of that confirmation bias, even those who point out the heretic. Doubt can always be generated, with enough intelligent thought. And so as long as that persists, truth in the fact can never be absolute. And must always remain in doubt, a sort of plastic thing...

POEM: The Convent Burned down last night.

The convent burned down last night. It's end had already started with collapse, in forgotten areas of the building... and waterlogged ceiling, and weakening sections of the roof. Caved to slowed fall. Wallpaper peeled as like old skin -- walls were surrendering to age and the mold. The ghostly revenants that occupied it for the many decades were forced to ascend and reach for heaven's gate. I stepped on careful legs, bearing witness of its dying. Parts gave up, like vital organs surrendering to exhaustion...