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What if civilization is all just a #fart that will fade, and we will all go back to singing by caves where we paint deer on the walls, and everything will smell like campfire again? #vss365

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#Disarmed by a breakup, Ann thought nothing of dating an alien. They’d been around for decades and cross-species romance had been normalized. Humans never did right by her anyway. But her taste for cheaters persisted, and the alien had side pieces that broke her heart. Only her dog was true. #vss365

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Bo was a #cyclone in lovers’ lives, a burst of furious chaos that spun and upended any semblance of peace. Twisting hate into ardor, Bo raged and made love in a whirlwind of pathos. When his third wife left, he moved to Texas, and the lithium in the water calmed him into a thunderstorm. #vss365

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Tyler’s nostalgia was a #thoroughfare of record jackets, scratched DVDs, and dog-eared novels. Everything existed in a pop context. The radio was the only way this was ever fed to him against his will anymore. The day his mom died, he heard “Free Falling” and smiled. He had tuned to God. #vss365

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The 7-11 pay phone was the #nexus of 1996 teenage society in Ty’s hometown. Kids would call and let it ring until someone answered and said what was happening that day. Ty used to man it like an operator until he escaped a drug bust, at which point the nexus moved to a smoky Denny’s. #vss365

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They made love in a #bathtub. They made love in a cave. They made love on a plastic slide. They made love in the dugout of a college baseball field. But meds sapped Ed and Sue after addressing their depression, and they broke up content in the awful world that drove them to antidepressants. #vss365

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“Jay+June” carved into an #oak tree, the couple kissed. Just after, diving into a river, Jay dove too shallow. Their college romance moved to a hospital room. June was true until he ended it. “You have too many places to go,” he said. She thought of him in place of every lover after. #vss365

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Jean and Ty shared an #umbrella at a bus stop, strangers starting a marriage. When they split, Ty reminded Jean how that day, she said she couldn’t love someone who put himself first. “I need to love myself again,” she replied. “So do I,” he said, and they hugged for the last time. #vss365

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Jed and his dad did #rockets together and nothing else. Jed’s rage toward the abusive man led him to say, “I won’t go to his funeral.” When Jed did go, he asked for the ashes to put in a rocket. Then he poured them out the window on the drive home, singing, crying, and laughing at once. #vss365

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Crestfallen, I said, “Can I stop this procession?” But no one answered, and I was left to feel sonder for Those in Purgatory with me. open.substack.com/pub/dylanjam... #vss365 #mariannefaithful

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I’m not defending #Elon. I am enraged at the politicization and amateur diagnoses to defend his worst acts. His #autism doesn’t lessen his cruel culpability, but in opponents mocking it, there is malignant kernel of #ableism. I believe everyone deserves a measure of #sonder or nobody does. #vss365

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Trying to please everyone is like walking around wearing an invisible #collar that can be wrenched backward painfully whenever someone’s views conflict. Break free and bite when it matters. #vss365 #prompt

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In the back acreage, Tim found an old dog #collar. Leather cracked, no name on the tag. He brought it back with him and, that night, scratching echoed outside his door. No barking, just violent, incessant scratching. The next morning, deep claw marks covered the door. On the inside. #vss365

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I’m privileged. I’m white #collar. I’m a remote worker. I’m a digital marketer. I’m a SaaS super admin. I’m white. I’m cis. I’m he/him. And yet I’m autistic and schizophrenic. You wouldn’t know by sight that I fight systemic discrimination every day. Don’t assume anyone is only privileged. #vss365

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Our leader #conjures The specter of nostalgia To cloak his malice #vss365 #haiku #micropoetry

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Like strangers, words land like doves passed hand to hand, a summoned salutation, #conjured courtesy, as though it wasn't an encore to being sawed in half by the disappearing man #vss365 #poetry

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#Crowcalls I stand in judgemnt for all my father's sins not just the ones of bigotry & negligence but for teaching the lessons of ignorance as well condemn for my father's sins my walk towards redemption is the truth never told for I am the son of the monster I must be guilty just as well #poetry

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I can barely remember times before I was in therapy. 32 years in, I cannot think without #conjuring William James, Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, Abraham Maslow, or Aaron Beck. Sometimes I even hear their voices, illusions more useful than my other noise. None were right, but they beat nothing. #vss365

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"He stayed for hours after, as I pedantically explained at length How the rich can’t fit through #Needles as camels, and When I learned his name, And realized he had Created Fox News, I knew I had hours of talk ahead, As was my duty to the Lord." #vss365 open.substack.com/pub/dylanjam...

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With a child on the #autism spectrum, level 3, who often experiences adversity from her characteristics, I never want a #needle to cure; I want one to let her better speak, beyond her device, to open her soul, so we work daily with letters, symbols, words, hoping together we crack a code. #vss365

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We need antidotes, Not poison #needles for Trump’s Intoxication. #vss365 #trump #haiku #micropoetry

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Some short #fiction for your Monday: open.substack.com/pub/dylanjam...

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The helpless #congeal Fried alive and discarded As kings eat what’s left #vss365 #haiku #micropoetry

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I sometimes wish I were bacon. I wish I could cook the schizophrenia out of me, set it aside, and let it #congeal into grease that I could keep for some useful purpose. Instead, the voices don’t stop, the delusions remain, the toxic oil stays in me, and nothing gets it out. Yet I persist. #vss365

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"I saw the West #Galumphing across The world stage Hauling hell with it, As has come to pass. I saw the East Rising like The sun before me glittering on The city’s edge. I had led A peaceful transition to Chinese rule of My cursed gem..." open.substack.com/pub/dylanjam... #vss365 #Portugal #china

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open.substack.com/pub/dylanjam... “I fought back my impulse to #fawn over A player who carried Bob Dylan. Garth recognized Galway from Shared entertainment obligations And spoke at once: ‘From my birth in Windsor, That shadow of Detroit, To my death in Woodstock…’” #vss365 #garthhudson

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Each winter I hear “Chantilly Lace” fade away In a tragic crash. #vss365 #micropoetry #haiku

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So miniscule in the long haul scheme of things so why do lines that #pucker crease out worn familiarity trace a sadness to many a face #vss365

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Birds do not pucker when they sing their songs over a bright spring morning. But people do when they whistle an answer to the Wrens in tremolo notes. Of course we can’t talk with the birds. We could never explain this anyway. #vss365 #pucker #InHopeOfSpring

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It was a creature. An immense creature and the message had told Dylan to meet the mysterious author here. Inside the creature, a beacon flashed and Dylan groaned. He had to go inside the thing, timing the #pucker and flex of the orifice in its flesh. Magpie would never be clean again. #vss365

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The dark Grey harshness of January, hides behind the yesteryear comfort of #puckered velour curtains. How I yearn for Summer. #vss365

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Crisscross history Analyzing analogs And you will get scared. #haiku #vss365

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open.substack.com/pub/dylanjam... “I was haunted by the intimate dead and #crisscrossed between the spirit and material worlds through words I summoned from my own God.” #vss365

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open.substack.com/pub/dylanjam... “Then appeared a President whose presence cofounded all reason, for here was Jimmy Carter being punished before ascension. How he could possibly deserve anything but heaven escaped me, but between his #slithy sheen of translucence...” #vss365

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Joey took Sue to a remote spot in an azure, shallow sea and anchored. She pointed to a #slithy barracuda, but he stripped to underwear and jumped in anyway, mask on. A minute later, Joey emerged with a tiny chest in hand. “Now we go for the key,” he said, and gunned the throttle. #vss365

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Sue stood on a dock looking at Joey in his whaler. She had no idea what rabbit role this was. So she asked where he wanted to go. “Magic Cay. 15 minutes out.” So arrogant of him to think she’d follow a stranger, but that’s exactly what she did. Neither yet knew they were saving the world. #vss365

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Sue #cloaked her distaste for Joey and approached him. “Your brother’s my client,” she said. “My brother’s dead.” “I’ll have a Manhattan. Top shelf.” Sue sipped. Joey stood still, no other patrons. Silence until: “Know any wizards?” Sue asked. “Follow me.” Then he led her to a boat. #vss365

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Joey was easily the most irksome man Sue had ever met. He stood behind the bar, smirking like she was some tourist #fool he could bed with a wink. But she was on the ghost wizard’s quest now, and this island f-boy was her only hope to uncover the truth about her client’s magic manuscript. #vss365

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“You must seek Captain Joey in his tavern,” said the ghost wizard. “His brother wrote the magic manuscript. Here is a map.” Sue nodded and went deeper into the #labyrinth of the flowery village. At last she saw a sign with a piratical illustration: Joey. His face annoyed her already. #vss365

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