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........•SHRIEKING MACHINE•........                  •HEAD-LINES•                           •RIP•     ---(“Russian missiles blast Ukrainian military academy and hospital, killing more than 50, officials say”)---    There are no more lessons to learn here, no more beds to hold the human wounded, just missile’s shrieking their grotesque ode, The Death of Humankind! RIP, children of God…    ---(“Hundreds attend Mercer Island vigil, march for murdered Israeli hostages”)---    Dear mourners, this is the brutal vacuum of a genocidal, terror-filled, indiscriminate war-machine made of fear and we are all hostages to its deafening roar! RIP, children of God…    ---(“10-year-old allegedly confesses to fatally shooting 82-year-old man and his daughter”)---    I must confess, this is part of war’s shrieking, children lost with a weapon in their hands, as the blood that drips from those innocent hands is ours. RIP, child of God…    ---(“4 Dead In Mass Shooting On Blue Line Train In Forest Park”)---
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            PER+PLEX-ED When you haven’t heard the truth in so long, when you do, it rings a most familiar s ong. That’s the human song, the truth rolling out exactly when it should.      (If a truth is told and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound only to the one that spoke it?)    Yes, but our ears aren’t strong enough to hear it.     [a perplexed silence] © 2017 Mark Richard Prime
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FAULT METER

FAULT METER    When you get a question wrong you will hear three loud beeps followed by an even louder ticking of a clock.    (Like tick-tick-tick-tick-tick?)    You are half right.    (Like tock-tock-tock-tock-tock?)    You got two halves of it.    (Then I give up!)    You do?    (It ain’t out of weakness, it’s my adhdad.) I understand.    (You understand what?)    That it’s not out of any weakness on your part.    (Weakness, on my part in what?)    Never mind, it’s definitely adhdad.     •    We float, we fly, we soar! We find our wings in each other. We find friends, cousins of the one seed of existence. An existence which never began, but always was, that loves us enough to provide life’s needs, our own, the same. A collection of living peacekeepers upon the surface of the most heavenly example known to them. • © 2017 Mark Richard Prime
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THOUGHT 10

THOUGHT 1: Woman, Man, Sister, Brother, Child… ONE.    THOUGHT 2:  The water that Prometheus needs, he drinks with a natural fervor.     THOUGHT 3: Which thought comes next? Is this thought 1 or is it thought 2?     THOUGHT 4: It was 3.    THOUGHT 5: Dogs adapt to us, we adapt to dogs, for to be alone on the earth would be a most singular perspective of things, which is why we need dogs.    THOUGHT 6: Thought six, right on time my friend, just in time for the celebration!     THOUGHT 7: Disassociation is a long word, dissatisfaction, too. Disinfestation.      THOUGHT 8: Purpose…it is not written in stone, though it is the skin of it.     THOUGHT 9:  Let them be dissatisfied while there is little to find otherwise. We are tumbling headlong without much empathy between us.     THOUGHT 10: It follows…    •       © 2017 Mark Richard Prime
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INANIMATE

INANIMATE OBJECT    Is there such a thing as something that doesn't move, either outwardly or inwardly? Despite our inability to see within or see the movement (animation) with our naked eyes, doesn't mean that it is completely inanimate.    Are we evolving toward (into) greater animation or are we devolving away from it in order to become more and more inanimate? And if we are devolving, aren't we going completely against the flow of our own (r)evolution?    .    Do you know yourself?    (Absolutely!)    Then you should know all others, for we are the same self, the same spirit and the same soul. WE are ONE, a collective and ever-expanding animation.    • © 2017 Mark Richard Prime
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FAILURE'S MOURNING

---(“Iran’s Raisi promises retaliation at funeral for victims of twin bombings”)-- -    Mourn our begetting of war! We need find our way free of it! Peace is within all things and we don’t think it matters? That it means something? Our purpose is to know, not to be taught, but to know it, before instruction.    When all is set to balance, we’ll be going the same way and we will know ourselves and war will end, end at our rising together as the collective keeper of the PEACE. Let us give honor to what we truly are, not these things that we become when we go spiritually blind, but let us honor that which lives! That which has form, for we have battled in the void too long, it is time for Peace to come from our rising! For us there is PEACE born within our keeper, then, there’s the PEACE that has always been here outside of us.    ONE is the only number, the whole of ALL things, united by design.     ---(“Biden blasts Trump as a ‘despicable’ danger to democracy”)---     The charade is pla
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