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Good morning or alternatively some timing independent generic greeting should you find yourself otherwise situated within the linear time stream. May the blessings of whichever season you favour shower you in the appropriate tidings!

Rereading today’s poem I honestly cannot recall its catalyst. The theoretical interpretation seems relatively on the surface but let’s say initial conditions were not recorded. But the concept feels authentic so long as you avoid standing, “on the shoulders of geniuses to accomplish something as fast as you could and before you even knew what you had, you patented it, and packaged it, and slapped it on a plastic lunchbox, and now you want to sell it.” *Bangs table


Omega December 6

Sifting through the sands of time

Cave of wonders, gold and rhyme

Plucking free relevant jewels

Ancient knowledge, modern tools

Extrapolate to the now

Relax ultra-furrowed brow

Lessons learned by those long passed

Linear interprets vast

Free the stones within the streams

Forge reality of dreams.


Dinosaur fatalities aside, as they say, those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it. Well, obviously we’re learning nothing because the existential iPod has never even tried its shuffle function. Repeat is all we do and everything we know.

Individually I’ve seen humanity capable of great positive changes, collectively however those specific data points are vastly overwhelmed by the crushing mass of general dishonour. Sometimes an outlier of threshold significance arises to force temporary change but inevitably the rock sinks below the water’s surface and slowly the ripples fade, leaving the surface calm once more while beneath the unaltered conflagration rages ever on.

This certainly became darker and more fatalistic than I had intended. Now while I believe those points to be valid and even the truth, I will never accept it and continue to push for truth and rationality every day. I am truly blessed that such a position does not incur the undue wrath of those who benefit greatly from the propagation of falsehood and bloodshed.

Free Hong Kong. Free every single fucking repressed human.

-Alex Blaikie

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