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Summer 2023

Hello non-existent readers.

It is my pleasure to announce a new season of fungal growth is upon us. This year brings in guest writers, (soon to be announced) travels to be recounted, and new experiences that will inform all that is.

This is the summer of intention.

Times are tough, what pathways in life are feasible? The sexually repressed — traditional way of living in the Northeast of America (New England) still stands strong with consumerism and capitalistic tendencies. The youth are still confused and (nearly) hopeless. Will they find alternative ways of living that press against pre-conceived values & morals.

Is it any good to think of different ways to live life?

How can we press against a system that depresses, overwhelms, and ultimately makes us depend upon its methods of dissociation?

We are out of touch with nature, perhaps always have been. It’s an interesting question. Are we in a fight against nature? are we spiritually awakened from the embrace of nature? are we separate from nature?

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Take care out there.

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Effemera

What Happened to Trout Fishing in America?

I find myself at a roadblock. A Conversation begins between us two beings, one of us filled with Fearlessness and Compassion, the other filled with Vermont and trout fishing in America.

I find myself at a roadblock. Trout fishing in America is unabridged, and two beings wrestle for life between the two sides of a line. Two beginnings between us filled with feeling these shoulders. Two beings and two beings, one of compassion and one of whistling into the dark. 

I find myself at a roadblock. Vermont holds me. I and two beings go trout fishing in America. Fishing for whistling trout and even though these are my shoulders, a conversation begins, and I wrestle FOR LIFE. 

I find myself at a roadblock. I whistle, and my life feels unabridged. 

Even though I find myself at a roadblock, even though I whistle for compassion, even though a dark, dark road fills us with unabridged conversations, even though life between us separates, I find myself beginning to wrestle for the life of Trout fishing in America.

I find myself at a roadblock between a line of Vermonts. 

I find myself filled with shoulders of compassion and trout fishing in America.

                        AMEN.

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Effemera

Burn The Flowers

-Osiris

Burn the flowers July 14, 2022

Within the confines of the basement bungallooo of plum island of newbury port of the eastcoast of what is now called North america but what is Truly dubbed “turtle Island” as Gary Japhy Snider Ryder knows it to be. The poor young burning feet fill the streets and beaches finding common rough woodlouses among their starving feet. No young funks can buy American Spirits to burn when browsing the teal colored market corner store. The world revolution of trotsky split bright and burning into an accelerated hyper state of techno facism true and tonal. The bright spots of dab pens and ink pens fill the night as we tear ourselves away from checked out technology future where metallic dregs fill our souls rather then pure writings and musings inspired by what we see wrong in the world. Artificial articles fill our sites and brains to the point where we no longer find truth to be freeing, rather it leads us to a road where a diverging point splits our souls into a state of turmoil and self doubt. No wonder jesus died. 

This live love laugh White anglo saxon protestant beach core life is a marriage to the point of privilege with JBL speakers and six dollar coors lights down at the trendy bucket of alcohol within the tri stand of soon to be flooded states of america. Flooded with the grieved wretches whose souls were stripped of coherent love and passionate “FREEDOM” spelled F R E E D O M 

F: REE YOUR MIND AND YOUR ASS WILL FOLLOW

R: ECENT STUDIES SUDGEST 20% OFF TRANSCENDENCE 

E: AT YOUR SENIORS EAT 

E: AT YOUR CHILDREN

D: ONT STOP NOW ONLY TWO SWOLLEN EYES LEFT ON THE BRINK

O: F SOMETHING WORTH SAVING?????? OF LOVE???? OF LIGHT???????

M: INIONS OF DESPICABLE ME

THE MINIONS OF SATURN DEVOURING CHILDREN