March through April notes

There he is! What a glorious specimen!

It’s the lost child! The ‘Farewell Kid’! It’s Admiral Dickhead about to attempt his classic swan dive into his own Abyss! The ‘abyss’ that stores all nightmares and HIS defeat! where all social, health, and biological experiments fail! Where pain is recreational! It’s easy to scope while facing the precipice! [ he’s been in his own goddamn crosshairs for years ]

Notes: past negative catalysts that perpetuate stagnation while spreading virus are to be further observed the beginning of every week from now until whenever

we’ve recently discovered untreated, neglected wood panels bordering the window in his room - Weathered Splintered and Corroded. covered in breathing fungus that’s constructed tiny snot colonies. it’s mold.. dude, it’s mold and he still knocks on it! Politely! Oh, the Superstitions! the Minor Mistakes! The Critical Mishaps! The Human - Error.

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah....

Soft Skin: HIS Veins - Sightless

Miniature Slacks: Damp and Soiled

Toast: Burnt

And... The candy jewels carefully picked and strung to be placed upon HER neck? EATEN.

A walking paradox, inconsistent, smelly, spoiled and brooding..inexperienced. Afraid. [ no bad intentions ]

PLAN: throw him rope to see if he has the energy to climb to the surface again. How many times has it been?

One tug? 👍 Two tugs: Affirmative.

Now here’s what cha gotta do toots: Right when the boy emerges - begin to clench ya hands into a fist and clock him right in the centa of his nose. Shake his skull a bit - let him bleed a little, ya know? Then I want cha to firmly grasp his neck and proceed ta dunk his big ol melon into THIS steel bucket filled with ice wata. THEN I want ya to hold him still. A Mandatory 30 seconds hold, toots. Make sure he’s restrained from all the thrashin and flailin. You’re a strong lady Beatrice, —— I think I’m gonna trust ya 😉

Pull him up - push some of the earths soil into his mouth and shove this Jamoley forward.? There’s quite a hike ahead. Kapayche?

OBJECTIVE:

A WAKE UP. Back to reality. Have him recognize the palace of his surroundings. Have him recognize that strength initiates action and continually grows. ACCELERATE FORWARD. Recognize where his heart belongs.

A fresh, unharmed clean slate of mind? Free of harm and absent of fear? Hmmmm. Perhaps.

A calloused heart standing tall? A calloused MIND unphased? Perhaps...Whatever scrapes the gunk off his brain and blows the dust off his spirit to go find that girl.

Submitted April 12, 2019 at 05:45AM

There he is! What a glorious specimen!It’s the lost child! The ‘Farewell Kid’! It’s Admiral Dickhead about to attempt his classic swan dive into his own Abyss! The ‘abyss’ that stores all nightmares and HIS defeat! where all social, health, and biological experiments fail! Where pain is recreational! It’s easy to scope while facing the precipice! [ he’s been in his own goddamn crosshairs for years ]Notes: past negative catalysts that perpetuate stagnation while spreading virus are to be further observed the beginning of every week from now until wheneverwe’ve recently discovered untreated, neglected wood panels bordering the window in his room - Weathered Splintered and Corroded. covered in breathing fungus that’s constructed tiny snot colonies. it’s mold.. dude, it’s mold and he still knocks on it! Politely! Oh, the Superstitions! the Minor Mistakes! The Critical Mishaps! The Human - Error.Yeah, Yeah, Yeah....Soft Skin: HIS Veins - SightlessMiniature Slacks: Damp and SoiledToast: BurntAnd... The candy jewels carefully picked and strung to be placed upon HER neck? EATEN.A walking paradox, inconsistent, smelly, spoiled and brooding..inexperienced. Afraid. [ no bad intentions ]PLAN: throw him rope to see if he has the energy to climb to the surface again. How many times has it been?One tug? 👍 Two tugs: Affirmative.Now here’s what cha gotta do toots: Right when the boy emerges - begin to clench ya hands into a fist and clock him right in the centa of his nose. Shake his skull a bit - let him bleed a little, ya know? Then I want cha to firmly grasp his neck and proceed ta dunk his big ol melon into THIS steel bucket filled with ice wata. THEN I want ya to hold him still. A Mandatory 30 seconds hold, toots. Make sure he’s restrained from all the thrashin and flailin. You’re a strong lady Beatrice, —— I think I’m gonna trust ya 😉Pull him up - push some of the earths soil into his mouth and shove this Jamoley forward.? There’s quite a hike ahead. Kapayche?OBJECTIVE:A WAKE UP. Back to reality. Have him recognize the palace of his surroundings. Have him recognize that strength initiates action and continually grows. ACCELERATE FORWARD. Recognize where his heart belongs.A fresh, unharmed clean slate of mind? Free of harm and absent of fear? Hmmmm. Perhaps.A calloused heart standing tall? A calloused MIND unphased? Perhaps...Whatever scrapes the gunk off his brain and blows the dust off his spirit to go find that girl.