Avolition on a Summer Day

You're just shocking me

Putting out my flame with your cold

As I close my eyes with you over my eyes

And cast a slight shade on this prescribed world.

The lights beam, my eyes gleam,

I partake in standing and fall drunken.

The picturesque world fades into perfection

My vision, into squares describes my heart.

The hearth and hearty warm

Of frustrated fever comes over me

I shake off the waves and shades

And throw away you, old pair of eyeglasses.

John Lockers

Useful Idiots in the Transphobic Pogroms of 2016-2017

Good evening/morning, loving readers of the Lockerian Times. Tonight I have a few inflammatory topics which I haven't written on in a while, but which I feel may help the situation at hand. Before I begin, it is worth sharing that the moods I will partake in defeating this evening are among those which piss me off the most. They warrant very little respect for the people who exhibit them. As such, I don't really care if someone gets their feelings hurt on this one.

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Here is a Lockerian update for my lovely readers. It's hard as a rock to comprehend, but we're already nearly through March. Three months of this new year are behind us, and they've been peaceful months. It's been a very peaceful year, in fact, with relatively few inconveniences. While I'd sure love to have more than I can handle – as I explained in my previous post – hindsight has me feeling good about the changes to my arrangement.

Ain't No Lobos, for the New World

It's been many years in progress, but I've come to the realization that I am not much of an orator. Sure I wish my voice could be a bit convicting. But this is simply how I came to be, and there's not much to do about it. Barely if ever might I eviscerate the evil I fight and make it see itself for what it is, and barely may if ever do my words bring people back into the light from the darkness of neglect. I have no force of personality.

The New World is the only force that I do indeed have which would not evaporate in front of me. Under the banner of the New World, my great lessons and holders of faith are placed. I find a foresight here which shows that the world we have created is not optimal. When weighed with the blessings we have been given, massive mistakes have been made. When reflecting on how half our world lives in poverty, we pride ourselves on what has been done for the other half. Nothing is truly pure, and I can tell you that as a troll who pretends to be a biologist. We've always got an equilibrium, preferably away from suffering. And although I have stressed balance before, balance should be far in the right direction.

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Now it is about 10pm on a Friday evening. Some weeks ago I moved into my dorms and began attending University, with some pretty difficult classes to deal with. No doubt, life has changed drastically for the better.

At This Special Time, Calling Lord Cloud

As this little experiment draws to an end,

You meet with my eyes as sight begins to dim;

The canopy thick wafts waves of sound above our ears,

Heads below roaring with gentle care as seconds fade.

Kissing lips and keeping your body from the far shade.

Captive to the Power of the Mind - For the New World

FOR the peacemaker, only in death be there peace. The world can make like a nightmare as we grow to experience it. We think back to when we were ignorant, fish swimming in a pond who could not comprehend wet or dry. Ignorance is bliss. If our fingers stuck from the heat, we had ample imagination to curve a situation to our liking. The world was new and ready for exploration, not an abstract tug of war with the Demiurge. There's a world somewhere we simply dream of. Perhaps be it for hours or days, or even a minute, however the thought crosses our mind much as the existential calamity of life and death. Perhaps if the choice were even to present itself, we would choose innocence and futility over misery and responsibility.

To these thoughts I answer that we should account for the totality of our situation. We sit down and make varying assessments, dependent often on our emotions at a given time. With banal and unpleasant premises come similar conclusions. We have a predisposition towards reductionism. To have such doubts come upon us, we must see a bit of the world as it is. At least in the sense of what ails us most, we meet with a dire and painful fate. But at the same time, it is a gift to have the culture and the freedom necessary to appropriate a model to the world in front of us. When the world was seemingly new and ready for exploration, we were only projecting our minds – as we do best. As we forge on in our journey of exploring our world, we should remember that any cognizable model will not oversimplify the difficulties and the profits implicit in doing so.

While this world marked by innocence and futility likely never existed, it surely can. We perceive what it is and we somewhat unambiguously define the clues as to what this state entails. Recognize the strengths experience has given us. And also recognize the matured aspects of innocence and futility. Shine a degree of light upon all the virtues, good or unacceptable, and they may become useful indeed in living an independent and just life. For enlightenment is the key to goalmaking and achieving.