Altlit Stories

The omnipresent state of division. The haves who cannot have any more, crave to obtain all, nothing left for the have nots, who have nothing, nothing to lose but their freedom.

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A shadow cast by an endorsement of electronic gerrymandering so obvious that even the blind will start to see for the brazen miracle. Yet another mayor is caught in the cheat of an outright lie.

The equasion in which the subtract is the deduction from itself leaves but the emptiness of the void. We may speak, however when we just speak out in the wilderness, we may just as well stay silent. When a spell is cast it can only be undone by the voice which uttered it.

The inflammation infected all the way into the White House, where the piss stained prick could only admit to his very incompetence and get the load of his very own words he so very often outed. Ousted he submitted to his master. The virus. Not only the White House reacts to the virus in a sheer display of incompetence, all over the World lessons aren't learned because of arrogance, misplaced mockery and outright discrimination. This is a real crisis to which the World should have reacted in unison from the very first day it emerged. This disease demands of us we rethink our institutions, and start working on a global healthcare system. A healthcare system available to all of our brothers and sisters in this World on equal basis of accessibility, affordable and effective, a healthcare system of, by and for the people of the World.

The clock beating away for the injustice of denial, the purposeless ticking for the illusion of safeguarding the time over future and past. In the now there is but the emptiness of the lies. All is untied, even the tide.

"I feel very naked and raw" “do you want to feel better?” little tiny cat sounds little tiny baby sounds the hum of someone falling asleep  an inside out lullaby  coming from your chest and so on and so on pouring from your chest consistent humming

Daily vow, loving vow, wedding vow, to love is indeed a verb. In intricate phrasing tenderness thrives.

What else is the post-apocalyptic than a blessing for nature because of the demise and extinction of the human race.

The reverberating cut in the soft tissue under the skin.

The imager effect of social media, the making of anti social profiles, not people.

The phase where one doesn't care for recognition any longer, or so poignantly put there, where we don't give a fuck anymore

The uncertainty of disease shows the vulnerability of our society which is so transfixed on security guarantees and protocols. No such thing can prevent the emergence nor the spreading of a new strand of virus. In that respect we will always be too late, after the fact, it is a fact of life as it is.

tupac died 13 september 1996

The celebration of the liberty brain pick. We submit to the nefarious kings of the wish to be seen. Their platforms provide the opium which sedates the masses with their lure similar to oxycodone. Just as addictive, as their own greed. Do you unsubmit to break the spell. And yes Wattpad is a just a similar platform, so me too I'm guilty as charged.

On the math of stories which poisoned the human narrative.

U EVER FEEL IT?

From the subterranean to the elevated of life and the World.

The handpuppets who play their role inside the facade. Those who retreat without being responsible for their gentrification, gerrymandering, racism and fascism. There's no need to name names. That they may live in the infamy of shame of the words they uttered over their own lips.