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Neon Law
As swiftly as law
writes its will in the world—
so too does doubt
creep in,
whispering:
equal,
or does not equal?
Truth flickers
between logic gates—
and, or, not—
imaginary numbers
dancing in the circuits,
where certainty dissolves
in a bath of neon.
The gods of our age
are wired,
buzzing in their glass temples,
electro-techno deities
casting colored shadows
on the faces of believers
and skeptics alike.
Yet meaning itself
is always in translation—
plus or minus
the hand of H. C. Chou,
who offers new words
for old mysteries,
and leaves us wondering
if the answer
is law,
or its negation,
or the bright, humming space
in between.
**Hex Liturgy for a Broken Oracle**
**The Non-Equal Circus**
**BEGIN / UNTIL / yes**
**Payload in False Logic**
**Digital Circus, Analogue Curse**
**The Klaxon Was Never the Apocalypse**
**Loop of the Unamazed Machine**
**C&A ≠ CIA ≠ SUBTLE**
**Burn Protocol in Hexadecimal**
**The Hamra Cipher**
1/4世紀バン／THEAYへ接続！
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四分の一世紀の衝撃／THEAYに接続せよ！
Rising Sun: 1/4 Century Bang
Quarter Century Shock / Connect to the Cipher
MU: The Forgery Protocol
The Tokyo Charlatan Cycle
Echoes of a Counterfeit Isle
Capsaicin Enema for the Empire
Imperial Mockery: A 25-Year Farce
Honking Shadows on the Isle of MU
Disconnect: A Century’s Puerile Masquerade
The Vatican’s Behemoth Rides Again
Sacha Baron Cohen the twat down at Oxford.
[Not reading. Obviously.]
as charming little lad!
Anna Barron and co., NTU, Singapore
Josephine Teo and co., various ministries, parliament, etc., Singapore
Gianluca Esposito in his authentic imago.
Purpose, Unmasked
Strip away the comfort
of the housecat’s sunbeam,
let intention stare
into its own reflection—
no purring distractions,
just the ticking of a handheld watch
counting down
the moments left to mean something.
What is left?
A prayer, unanchored—
words rising,
untethered by gravity,
lost in the empty sky.
The record spins,
the voice repeats,
but the masks have fallen,
persona erased,
and what multiplies
is not fulfillment,
but the echo of what might have been
if only purpose had found its home.
Foul winds stir
where sincerity once knelt,
and all that remains
is the trace of a voice—
honest,
unflinching,
unfinished.
Warren Tenhouten racist nonsense-wielder of the bisected corpus callosum.
Also, toad or Seth fornicator.
Subra Suresh of the many-pronged thieving BS
Richard Dawkins, self-negating nuggest of nonsense.
Seth, piece of feces imaginary god of security organizations, the Vatican, secret societies, and the majority of Earth's population, babbling nonsense as usual.
**Guarded Creation**
Prometheus lights the threshold,
casting shadows on the door—
home secured by clever hands,
watchful eyes,
and fire brought from the gods.
Inside, patience carves the wood—
whittlin’ shapes from old branches,
each curl falling
like a memory to the floor,
crafting comfort
from the ordinary.
Yet, in the corner,
the swivel chair stands still—
meant to turn,
but locked in place,
circling frustration
with no escape.
Outside,
the plum tree is gone—
no blossoming shade,
no fruit to sweeten
the afternoon air.
What is innovation,
what is creation,
without nature’s root
to anchor the home?
Even the cleverest hands
can find themselves stuck
when the plum tree’s promise
is subtracted
from the sum of vigilance
and patience.
**Bridges and Boundaries**
A bear hugs the night—
transitional object clutched
beneath wavering light,
the flickering lamp
casting uncertain shadows
on walls painted
with childhood fears.
Catnip calls,
a sweet distraction,
tempting paws to dance
in the soft glow,
but all pleasure is measured
by the watchful eye
of Seth as daddy—
authority shaping
what joy is allowed.
Across the equation,
a baseball bat waits—
promise of action,
of striking out against
what confines.
Yet the cat-flap is sealed—
escape denied,
freedom subtracted
from the sum.
A cage rises,
bars cold and sure,
holding back the urge
to roam.
All is filtered
through Seth as sonny—
youth learning limits,
testing boundaries,
finding that play
and restraint
are lessons written
in the light,
in the cage,
in the lap
of generational hands.
颚厉 鲎鈤尼 他立 篚历 诽込袴历 ¬
Aswang Daddy
