hopelessness is a circle

just a flash of a thought bubble on a mirror ball turns the dangled morsel, like switching on the light, off and on. a glimpsed confusable of a rerun on analogue not digital as the static reception receives the same thought, and the thought is white against black, blinking, one right after the other, in a dyslexic Morse code, obsolete, tap tapping it taps.

the sentence of uncertainties accelerated
right before your eyes a covered spit wad
on paper strips your epitaph disintegrates
reality is scripted as fortune cookies crack
hopelessness is a circle…definitely a circle
it goes around and around and around
it has edges or corners…i can feel them
conceivably a box…six sided…or open ended
on two sides to fall through a black hole
into emptiness while looking up and down
no beginning or ending a circle warping
into a helix as I see loops of sadness squared
a boxed set of birth and death hair’s breadth
between depression of the lethargy of despair
reality is scripted as fortune cookies crack
on paper strips your epitaph disintegrates
right before your eyes a covered spit wad
the sentence of uncertainties accelerated

a glimpsed confusable of the rerun on digital not analogue as the static reception receives the same thought, and the thought is black against white, blinking, one right after the other, in a dyslexic Morse code, obsolete, tap tapping it taps. just a flash of thought bubbles reflected on a mirror ball turns the dangled morsels, like switching on the light, on and off.

DESCRIPTION:
Ten thousand cords of razor wire tie the mind and body hostage to depression. One day and then another day of hopelessness, it all runs and blends together like water turning earth to mud. Waiting just waiting for the day some scraggly weed seed sprouts to reach for the sun and grow and then be ripped up root and all, to be tossed into a black plastic bag of worthlessness…silent groans of body aches and sighs of the mind, it whispers, “my god another day of depression.”

From the journal of “Observations from the Six Sided Box” by Paco Diego Rodrigo non Sequitur, notes written in ink, to watch out for the trap door while passing through the current reality, no rewrites, life sucks. You must read carefully between the lines, however do not read the messages from Doctor Fortune Cookies’ epigrams written in invisible ink, happy talk, the lotto numbers are all winners, play them, you will be a winner too. And yes Karma is without a doubt a bitch, with two jaws of rusted nails ready to chew you up and then spit what’s left of you out, the bits and pieces old and chewed each bite a tattoo of being screwed.

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Ten thousand cords of razor wire tie the mind and body hostage to depression. One day and then another day of hopelessness, it all runs and blends together like water turning earth to mud. Waiting just waiting for the day some scraggly weed seed sprouts to reach for the sun and grow and then be ripped up root and all, to be tossed into a black plastic bag of worthlessness…silent groans of body aches and sighs of the mind, it whispers, “my god another day of depression.”

From the journal of “Observations from the Six Sided Box” by Paco Diego Rodrigo non Sequitur, notes written in ink, to watch out for the trap door while passing through the current reality, no rewrites, life sucks. You must read carefully between the lines, however do not read the messages from Doctor Fortune Cookies’ epigrams written in invisible ink, happy talk, the lotto numbers are all winners, play them, you will be a winner too. And yes Karma is without a doubt a bitch, with two jaws of rusted nails ready to chew you up and then spit what’s left of you out, the bits and pieces old and chewed each bite a tattoo of being screwed.

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depression, hopelessness, angst, fear, montdragon, birth, death, current reality, non sequitur, karma, irony, dyslexic

…forever dyslexic one word less is one word more…design follows the eye before the shape shifts into form…when two hearts beat as one nirvana bliss a blink of joy…we are stardust star stuff of serendipity…art is a business of commodities for sale…caveat emptor oh yes for sure one woman’s junk is another man’s treasure…make me laugh and i am yours…

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  • evon ski
    evon skiover 1 year ago

    i agree with Annie, i think this is brilliant too. the format here is a sandwich cookie crumbling . . . . way to go.
    Happy New Year of Hope and Life to you . :)))

  • …it is a helix loop looping of a deja vu circle circling where it stops nobody knows so it never ends…and yes a fortune cookie crumbling into smithereens of crummy crumbs…in the beginning it was perfect and then premeditated murder as that sentient being of light thought and then planned and schemed to not just kill them both…no it was to kill us all…flesh and blood failed a very simple test, a no brainer….the beginning of a new cliché,“pride comes before a fall” and it was not in the eating it was in the thought and low and behold Cain killed Abel so death in of itself was not enough…murder is a byproduct and entertaining a blood sport from day one in the early afternoon…and no one is their brothers keeper…thank you yvoncadoodle for your comment and may each day be as good as you make it…and may your Muse be faithful and true especially on the day you call to it…

    – montdragon

  • charliethetramp
    charliethetrampover 1 year ago

    rose bud.a hidden reality of paradox`s dot dot dash dash dot dot no more
    we transmit our emitions famous words and last utterances
    the process of life gyrates in its cyclic motion so we re-organise ourselves
    but hope continues aswell as hopelessness
    the inconsistency of reality wonderfully explored monty

  • …from the moment we are conceived to the very second that we cease to exist in this configuration….it is pain sorrow and suffering and on a good day it isn’t any better for the other guy on his bad day of pain sorrow and suffering…the current reality sucks it is insanity trying to catch the wind and knowing everyone pays their way, we haven’t a choice from day one there was a price to be paid…only one way out of this crazy reality and we didn’t have a choice being born into this insane reality…nothing is normal when you think about it…think about it this reality can’t be real…?…enough it never ends…peace to you Charlie and Rosebud was pure artifice of fiction…unlike…?…our reality which began as a murder mystery…unless this all just happened…ex nihilo…

    – montdragon

  • MoonlightLover
    MoonlightLoverover 1 year ago

    Oh yes I agree with Annie too! Did she make a comment?

  • …sigh…premature clicking (…oopsadaisy with that itty bitty clicking click of the click…it just went…click…once it is done…it is done…dang it…no “are you sure?” thingy or “are you ready?” and “are you finally done?…really done this time?”…click it…?…whoosh it was premature click clicking…poop…) and yes Annie did make a comment what a surprise…well I think it is a surprise…nothing like surprises…wait for it…wait for it…“SURPRISE!!!” see nothing like a surprise except for you know premature clicking which is not really a fun surprise…anyway here it comes…?…a big one too…the reply.

    Annie Z:
    …the current reality is a thousand layers of deja vu amplified by the tube of tubes all strung up 24-7 of the medium is the message and numbness and dumbness are tattooed one on top of the other as lace draped layers of skin…enough to make you depressed if this is all there is and perhaps all that there will ever be and what if in an eye blink you could see and feel and exist in the current reality of a thousand years ago wondering about the future while trying to survive…?…before your head was sliced right off by someone ruthless and savvy and stronger with a blade without mercy who could careless about tomorrow only thinking about surviving the day…just a blood thirsty psycho of his time who would have had a humongous mega boner orgasm if mysteriously the sword morphed into a AK-47…the more things change the more they remain the same…in a thousand years the current reality would be a thousand layers of deja vu amplified by the same old technology that has existed for millenniums…sigh…good fortune is a cookie that does not crumble so says Doctor F. Cookie (oh is he ever so smart too!!!…and delicious!!!!)…oh I can breath in your delicate delicious umami scent of…yum yummy yummyness…(wink wink just teasing…or…am I…?…)…may all you wish for exceed your dreams and your muse be at the ready ever faithful with inspiration for you in the Year of the Snake…snaky snaky slither slither so slipper and oh so naughty…Happy New Year Annie Z…oh poor Satan a failed GOD wannabe and we are just a little lower than Angels aren’t we so lucky…?…

    – montdragon

    – montdragon

  • evon ski
    evon skiover 1 year ago

    oh that was a delightful sequence of events.
    I saw my “I agree with Annie” and thought i must have hallucinated her. glad i read through.
    yes I have done that same thingy and lost a comment willy nilly. Ah keeps things interesting. :))

  • …well me oh my harrumph’n harrumph that old willy nilly did do the dirty deed of click clicking the click hair trigger sort of like bluster fluster at a meet and greet with a dumb jackass he-haw of the nervous verbal nervousa lacking no grace and no style…sheesh an extra dry martini does smooth out the awkward wrinkles…?…what does this have to do about premature clicking…?…nothing…just felt like blah blah blahing…I have been rather wordless lately…oh la la is your avatar in pirate mode…don’t you dare say anything about petards…or walking the plank…?…ha ha ha!!!…¡ay, caramba!…yup-n-yip I hate premature click clicking…losing the thread of the comment….

    – montdragon

  • MINDSET
    MINDSETover 1 year ago

    This is true………….. good writing and take on circumstances………….

  • …sigh…the current reality is surreal and it’s technology that changes…the human condition is a condition and so surreal deja vu…TY2U…

    – montdragon

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