Eternity is Costly

When you're transhuman, you'll watch your body decay. Though you'll keep it for a while, still embalmed it will fade, to become an image of the past.

You'll feel the electrical signals pulsating through your head. Sometimes you'll try to remember when you were mass. You'll walk down the halls of the Brain Room to your brain freezer and remember. One day, you'll say, this was where I really was. Somewhere in the twists and turns of this cerebral cavern, inside this sponge, I lived. Perhaps I did not perceive it, but now my head is light and hollow.

Lockerian Times #7

Hello, Lockerian reader. Coming to you now on this pixelated surface to deliver an important mensaje. Today I'm pretty pissed. A while back I was notified that the Robert E Lee statue in New Orleans is being taken down due to the disruption of sensibilities in response to history. First, let me give a little background before giving my take. A debate has been occurring surrounding monuments and whether we should be desecrating them or keeping them afloat. It bears relation to the confederate flag debate. Many groups believe these things to be symbolic of the aristocratic, white power structures of the South, and their preservation throughout history.

Where I Stood, Atlanta

Laminate this world
Marinate it in poison
Drown out the pests in fires
Blot out unspeakable sins.

Erase the unpleasantries
And away with yourselves.
Retreat to the shade
For the sun shines too bright.

Sit in the darkness
For certainly it makes you content,
Stow away in memories
Of the ages gone by, loves missed.

Look away from the world
Gone by, live it presently.
Never miss a memory
Never miss a moonlit kiss.

Miss not a noble second
Don't let the sand run out,
Stand on the perch of destiny
Raise your talons, show your strength.

Talk down demons
Hold the sweet ones close.
Stand determined forever
For a new world is the softest endeavor.

We sadly have very little
Starving for attentiveness,
Until even foes make best friends
To bear out the uncertainty together.

I would love to bear those uncertainties
I would be happiest to meet you again
If life, fate so has it
But if not, I live on
Happy as can be.

John Lockers

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.

Google plus failures

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.