To The Burgeoning Artist Responsible For These Images:

And with that money, I will buy Alberto something he can smile about. 'Cause he looks like a sad little dude here...

this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

Lunatic Poetry was the order of the past few nights:

4/⁰3/²0²2:

"Sometimes I just can't..."

Charcoal dawn, purple sunset

Beautiful and distracting, dizzying...

When I should sleep I know not

All I can think of is where you are...

My compass is broken,

the magnetism tuned to foreign poles...

So I'll wander about until you whisper...

Then I'll be whole...

...I hope...

A stream of silver clouds now, above, carrying a question: Is this your game, or is it mine?

Answer: I won't know until you kiss me that one last time...

Another: Which of us owns the other, I wonder...

You reply: the memory of your smile... and I begin swimming again... or drowning... not sure which...

Autonomic reflex embroiled in a battle with the hunger of a starving heart...

I live this battle every second,

To the point that it defines me...

My heroin...

I scream, long and silent:

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you....

Then, in supplication: please fuck me just one more time...

... for old time's sake...

Please...

...

It's crude, but then, again, love is brutal and rapacious...as is my appetite for every atom of you...

[Note: I don't know what it all means. I was held captive by the crashing words and could do little else but grip the pen with a shaking hand and tears in my eyes. I swear I wasn't inebriated in that time of writing, but I can't swear that I was sane. Still, it stirs something in me to know it issued forth from some part of me, a part I thought maybe dead, but at least dormant for the past five or six years. It felt good to pour out verse. And I knew I had to share it...

Thank you for indulging me by reading this.

Closing note: I think I may have been possessed by the ghost of Charles Bukowski, now that I think of it...]

Seagulls are just beach pigeons and have limited grace, style, and cleverness, while on the other hand, corvids are sleek, fast, have phenomenal visual acuity, are super intelligent, and have other attributes that place them well above other birds. And a Crow (and its cousin, the Raven), will interact with humans quite nicely, although if you make an enemy of one, for whatever reason, be prepared to deal with the consequences. For a long time...

And then there are the supernatural components to a corvid, but that's a topic for another post...

Difference between a Seagull and a Crow’s accuracy | source

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Vincent Van Gogh: World's first painted film debuts in London

"We have definitely, without a doubt invented the slowest way of film making ever devised in 120 years," the director said.

A labor of love is an understatement...

Happy birthday, Mr. Van Gogh.

Love books. Love them with all of your heart. Love them especially if they have the thin, bruised skin of the elderly, the yellowed pages of time's stain, and the scent of adventure mingled with ink. Love books.

Giveaway Contest: To celebrate 2020, we’re giving away twenty paperback classics featuring Truman Capote, Virginia Woolf, T.S. Eliot, John Steinbeck, Agatha Christie, and others! Won’t this collection look lovely on your shelf? :D To win these classics, you must: 1) be following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblog this post. We will choose a random winner on February 29, at which time we’ll start a new giveaway. And yes, we’ll ship to any country. Easy, right? Good luck!

And those two, in the forefront of this photo, are two of the higher ranking criminals in all of this. They should face charges and prosecution for treason, and when found guilty, should lose everything for the crimes they've committed against Americans. Everything. And that includes their wealth and their lives.

I believe that would be the ultimate decree of FAFO to these scumbags.

It's exhausting being a member of productive Trash Panda society. Pour him a drink, maybe offer a snack. Besides being hospitable, it's also a good way to turn your front porch into a Raccoon Club. Feed him and THEY will come...

“Came home to a raccoon chilling on my porch chair.”

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Pretty sure this didn't make into the MSM double speak for the day. Fear for your children if this despicable thing is granted chambers within the Supreme Court. She is a cog in the evil machine that is operating fircefully in the this country, in the world, these days. God help us all.