SOS 2026

Take a long time with your anger,
sleepyhead.
Don’t waste it in riots.
Don’t tangle it with ideas.

The Devil won’t let me speak,
will only let me hint
that you are a slave,
your misery a deliberate policy
of those in whose thrall you suffer,
and who are sustained
by your misfortune.

The atrocities over there,
the interior paralysis over here —
Pleased with the better deal?

You are clamped down.
You are being bred for pain.
The Devil ties my tongue.
I’m speaking to you,
“friend of my scribbled life.”
You have been conquered by those
who know how to conquer invincibly.

The curtains move so beautifully,
lace curtains of some
sweet old intrigue:
the Devil tempting me
to turn away from alarming you.

So I must say it quickly:
Whoever is in your life,
those who harm you,
those who help you;
those whom you know
and those whom you do not know —
let them off the hook,
help them off the hook.
You are listening to Radio Resistance.

_{Almost Fully Human
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_{Images mine and edited with Photoshop}

_{I am in an extended ai hack because censorship and eh. Typ-ops ^{: D} are not, often, "mine" and my content is, regularly, altered to make me look flaky and stoopid. ^{intentional typo again :D}
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