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Eric Jennings

a patamystic blog

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kitchen memories

xerxes, fried baloney, cleopatra click click, powdered eggs, slimy chicken in #10 cans, the toaster fire, the burnt cabinet, slicing a finger while slicing bread, plastic radio on the shelf, "at beneficial, you're
that time
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Who Am I This Time?

One of the key symptoms of paranoia is the belief that one is the literal center of the universe. What I mean by that is that the entire world, as far as human perception allows, exists solely for the purpose of tormenting, and ultimately, murdering me.
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it was said

This poem is widely known, much praised, and probably parodied more than any other. If you’re poetry literate, you’ll probably recognize the poem right away.
bad translation poetry
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This Poem is Nifty

This poem is a non-fungible token. This poem is a type of cryptocurrency. This poem is cryptic currently. This poem is interchangeable. This poem cannot buy money. This poem has no value...
poetry algorithmic sabotage
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the effects of 198083

the present examples clearly torture the traumatic forms of study, and are created mental, or missing scars, discrete light of truth, and for the generations, and on them found every of his sons had been all, the angel of nightmare’s god...
algorithmic sabotage
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Buried Alive

Could those human bones we dug up that time have been cursed? Could I have been cursed? Could we have been cursed? We put them back, but maybe that didn’t help. I did everything I could to avoid digging up the bones of my assault.
that time
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Please Join Me for an Online Event

I invite you to join us for an online event on September 29, The Ripple Effect, that includes storytelling, poetry, music, performance art, and more. There will be some suprises and some giveaways. I promise you it will be fun.
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ariadne amazed

i was touched by you i was torched by you you put your boot on my face i was reminded of your beauty you put me in the maze you put me on the beast you saved me from yourself you betrayed me for my self
invocation poetry
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Random Encounter

As we wept—my father and I—I wondered if it was for his friend, after all. I wondered if it was for him. I wonder if it was for me.
that time
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Concentrate

I arrived on the astral plane, after a series of trials and transitional exercises. Hard to describe but I was floating in the air (with a few other (people)) and the trial kept repeating as I
algorithmic sabotage
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Anguinum

The original trauma was birth and everthying that follows is but preparation for the trauma of death. Of letting go of all that we have learned. It is only through remembering that we can die because remembering is to forget.
that time
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Hey, Sojourner!

You must let go, let it go, let it be, it is what it is, is that all there is? yes, this, that is all, this is it. You're heart. Must be blind. You must persist. Do not resist. What you resist persists. There is only one way. You must find it. The way is not self evident. This is not a maze.
algorithmic sabotage invocation
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Shooting

Go slow in traffic and remember that this peace is beautiful. Follow as many people as you can. Speak your truth calmly and clearly; listen to others, even the weak and ignorant; They also have their
algorithmic sabotage bad translation
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By the Skin of We Teeth

First crown one month into the shut-in, shut-down. The beginning of the time when nothing changed. When the before and after merged. Dutifully avoiding contact. No, no, the social ramifications of the pandemic were we wet
algorithmic sabotage