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I talked myself into this old and vile cat,
Fat, and angry,
And rendered in Red and Black,

It slept lazily at an old friend’s house,
Inept, foul-mouthed, unwilling to catch a mouse,
My Old Friend went to get her hip replaced,
And her old cat,
had to be placed,
Into a New Home, absolutely Post-Haste,

This old cat,
screeches, night and day,
This vile hag,
screeches, for food and play,

“MmmmReoooooWWWWW” in the morning,

“MmmmReoooooWWWW” late at night,

“MmmmReoooooWWWWW” as a scorning,

Even if I am out of sight.

Her name is Brown-Cat, and she is older than the hills,
18, or 20, or unfathomably old,
Believe her age to be what you will,

She is a simple cat, who despises the cold...
She cannot jump, not like a kitten,
So she whines,
like an un-gloved mitten,
And I lift up her arthritic ass,
So she can sleep in my bed,
with disgusting Hag-Cat Sass.

Link: https://theodorekentwallace.substack.com/p/the-hag-cat

Ghost-Written, The Brain was Psychic Parasite-Ridden, Delusions of Cerebral Impotence, with Conclusions of foiled Negligence,

Piss in the Pot, Piss in the Bottle, Shift the Hyundai into 4th, And hit the fucking throttle

The Algorithm is Crucial, The Algorithm is Tight, The Algorithm bans your dumb-ass opinion, To prove the Admin is right,

Look into the Screen, and Rotate your camera, Take a Selfie, And enter the Darkest Samsara.

SubStank: https://theodorekentwallace.substack.com/p/forms-of-embodied-intelligence

Complaints of odd thoughts, which he does not seem to think belong to him.

Bilateral twitching of the thumbs.

Abdominal spasms.

Echolalia.

Catatonic lack of eye movement.

Priaprism.

Clear and obvious Oppositional Defiance Disorder.

Constant nocturnal enuresis.

And, most interesting of all,

An odd sort of graphomania which compels him to write about his own medical conditions in the 3rd person.

Disappointed to know that he charged money for that Kegger, only to recite a drinking poem I had written without notifying my and giving me the licensing money.

What is the best legal way to pursue this?

Look and See
Look and See
Look at this!
And not
at me

Look at That!
Right over there!
Terrorists!
Attack my lair!

Look at me!
I am a victim!
Look at me!
I never kicked 'em!

Look at Israel!
It is my Home!
We sit so peaceful,
In an Iron Dome,

Give me aid!
And give me favor!
And I'll keep your country stocked,
With cheap immigrant labor!

Ignore your children,
And their empty table,
And let's definitely ignore,
That adrenochrome consumption fable...

https://open.substack.com/pub/theodorekentwallace/p/look-at-this-and-not-at-that?r=1vlklp&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web

That vile Demiurge who Calls himself God, drowned all of my Forefathers,
A wicked being, powerful and potent, He created the physical universe,
Without election, or consent,
I never asked to be,
Yet here I am.

He, and He Alone decided that we will Exist.
And he gave us Eden, a Perfect Place.
And he decided to create a Serpent.
And he decided to create Eve.
And he decided that we should fall from Grace.

He gave us Freedom of Will,
And when we used that Freedom,
He Admonished us for our Choices.

We Failed him,
Before He had even given us Commandments.

Our Men Created Cities,
They Congregated, And Did what They felt was right,
Without instruction from the Lord,

And what they did thereafter,
However Sinful it was,
They did not live in the time of Christ,
Or Abraham,

How could they know?

But the Rains came.
And the Rains would not stop.

For Forty Days, the Floods Came.
Washing Away All that Did not submit to the God That Sent them.

Somehow, a Single Man and his Family were Chosen by this God to survive the Flood,

Antediluvian, that's what they called those times,
When God chose to call us all wicked,
Despite having created us himself.
How was it for us, who were created in the Image of God, to Survive,

And realize that God Himself was Suicidal?

That he sought to wipe his own Image off of the face of the Earth?
Never Again.

That is why I, Nimrod, in Babylon
Began the construction of a Tower Higher than any before,
This Tower would be higher than any flood that God could send, A promise to us,
A Promise to our Freedom from his Wrath.
All of Humanity was united, fearing the Demiurge would strike again,

So we Built,
and we Built Together,
Unified.

The stones were heavy.
The slope was steep.
And everything was against us.

But the cost, the cost of not doing it...
The cost of not doing it would be everything...

Up and up and Up again,
It was towering through the clouds.
We were almost certain to reach Heaven,
And claim ourselves as worthy,

Until that Wicked, and Vengeful God,
With all of his *Power*,
and All of his *Might*,
And all of his *Jealousy*,
Decided that we were not allowed into Heaven.
A perfect place,
A peaceful home,
forbidden to us by the Heavenly Father.

He smashed our Tower,
And confused our Language,
So we would never be one people, together,
But forgotten brothers, fighting, forever.

And he let us know,
Once and for all,
We will never be good enough for Him.


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