Sober is as sober does! Mimicking potential excremental dichotomies in plain spoken French. Verbs and so forth onward the zombie drink absorbs into mine stream of thoughtful consciousness; ice cubes melted by resistance. This is the night we romance the darkest of moon beams and left handedness. Say it with me now, friend!

All can be better examined under soft lit microscopes. Like doctors laid off of their personal prowess during surgical proceedings untamed, unrealized. Unreal egg white advantages of other cheery rose bud monologues.

We are not drowning in these affluent era codes of matrices tonight. Nope, we've come too far to just quit now! Too far, far. Though, none of us are attached to any peculiar epic rhyme there is still a chance we may morph in the nick of time.

The toilet song begs to differ here. Flush away now! Flush away all!

We all need somebody to lean on with or without cheeseburgers and french fries with ketchup and cheese sauce. Yummy yum nacho cheese sauce. Mmmm!

Oh yes we shall all die of heart attacks at the age of 87! Who the hell would like to live longer than that? Or live forever? Bullshit!

Nobody wants to live forever and even if they say they do they really don't. None none none.

My transgressions seem to matter only to me. Clearly, it is no verb that vexes you today and tomorrow. But oh you did not reply to my love letter so I assumed your silence was your reply. Was it not?

Blue clouded sage rock bags trick the inner sanctity of the sanctimonious crime lords. Corporate control now and now. We're all chattle for the raping! Stop the obedience! Stop the insanity!

November Evening. Naturally Nature. Careful Morbidity. The tortured souls of yester year are the blatant initializers of tomorrow's prophetic nonsense.

Now as I sit alone in my darkened cold and unforgiving studio flat I recall that I have lost and lived through. Through it all, all it threw me. Everywhere I spat on it willingly. Whole, spread upon her one toothed jackal raked mouth.

Her mother knew me well, once and quite some time ago. All is lost yet an eternal discovery of unparalleled fathoms. If you hate the days so much then why not just absorb them back into your amygdala!

Pineal gland, glandular ob obo sacrifices. Suffice to say that I do believe in the universal creative consciousness. Despite what you think, mang! All you fuckheads waste your lives on boozing and drugging and sexing and worrying. I have given that all up! Yes, do believe it.

Today has been quite cold. Colder than the pope's genital to genital strangulation machine. Yes, quite cold indeed.

Aforementioned, property valuation deceased the global market yesterday by fifty eight percent. Gold has declined significantly and so hath your erection. (Just a minute.)

Breasts to speculate such chicanery. Maybe she feels more than she allows herself to show. External. Abandonment woes and all that sugary coated conformity bull-shit. Shits.

Destroy the mind. Destroy the mind to make room for the future. We destroy everything.

Oh how uncivilized we've all become! It is no wonder we can't even think while we drive.

"Hey there, Burt!"
"Hey! What up, man!"
"Nothin' much I was just about to go participate in a good ol' fashioned orgy!"
"Really?"
"Yes. Really."
"Wow! That sounds groovy, man. But ain't ya worried about catching some kind of uh sex disease?"
"You mean an STD?"
"Yeah! That's it! An STD! Ain't ya worried about dat shit?"
"No not at all. The reason being that I already have like every known STD out there."
"Really?"
"No... not really. But yes: truthfully."
"Uh."

The sickness is a maddening joke playing pranks on us jesters. So gesture not and be now familiar with heartache.
Reginald strong arm bean planter farmer harvest your guts.

Unfamiliarize yourself with the notion that every single second must be jam packed with adventure and excitement and nausea. I do not agree with society and I never have.

Leave me be now with mine glass of pumpkin spiced ale. I am not engaging in your huckstering any longer. Within; with the in inside propriety.

There is a new word now that describes such a forlorned state of apathy. I believe it is pronounced as DE-AT-H. Used to be a silent E attached at the end but no longer.

Spew forth as chivalric apostomant likenesses sugar over the cream coated aches of modern man and woman. Shouting away the rivalry yet stewing up more contempt for one another. That is no way to operate a system within a system within a Universe!

Tell me now why I must conform to whatever fucked up mold you have outlined for yourselves oh so blindly. Tell me! Come on now I am grown enough and can comprehend many fallacies, many times over yet apart.

I do not need your credit cards or your god forsaken debt. Smushy, smushy. Capitalism exists not for the benefit of mankind! It exists soley for the purpose of profit and financial tyranny!

I do not give a fuck how ludicrous this may sound! It is the god's honest TRUTH!!

(Ego centric sentience cannot survive in an impermanent economic existence.)

December 7, 2013: the cold weather is persistent but bearable. I like it very much. Others seem to despise cold weather, especially the skinny peoples. During the summer they are all so quick to call me fat and/or overweight. But now I am the one laughing! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! HA!

Factor in that stolen soul of yesterday's beingness.

A BIG THANKS TO THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE DOWNLOADED MY NOVEL APERTURE! I truly appreciate it! At this juncture I am working on several writing projects. They consist mostly of new original poems and short stories. I've also begun work on my second novel which is almost similar to Aperture but not entirely. I mean it is filled with completely new and interesting characters. I believe I might be entering a new genre of my own making. But that's really the least important thing to me right now. I'll definitely be posting chapter previews as soon as I have written enough.And if you have still not downloaded my novel Aperture yet please do so now! It is totally FREE to do so! www.ryanandrewloera.weebly.com

Working on five new novel ideas concurrently.

 Writing lots and lots and lots, like always. I just completed and published my most recent poetic/prose concoction titled ATROPHIED WOUND. I have made it available for FREE download. I've also decided to make my entire novel APERTURE available for FREE download for a limited time! Both should download without fail. So please go ahead and download 'em, print 'em and share 'em as much as you'd like!

 All is moving along as expected. I received the first couple of copies of Aperture some time ago and they look glorious. Now I have been writing away more than ever. Today, just a few minutes ago I published a new poetry collection titled SUM EGO SUM. 

 All is well.

 My Uncle Mike has passed on and I will be attending his memorial service today. His passing is felt deeply by all but he will not be forgotten.

  My novel, Aperture, is now officially published! Yes, it is published and ready to be read in its entirety by the public! Please click on the link below to view a short preview of it and purchase as many copies as you wish. :-)

http://www.lulu.com/shop/ryan-loera/aperture/paperback/product-20645802.html

 Fascination is now published and officially available for purchase in paperback form! It can be purchased from the same site/section as my other books. This makes book number 8! :-)

 Keeping busy, keeping busy. Hard to believe it is December once again. The holidays are upon us and I for one consider it a good thing. I know plenty of good things still await the human race.
 Of course I am still writing and publishing and posting and writing. I've neglected posting on here only because I once again find myself without regular access to the internet. Nowadays I do most of my posting via my Android smartphone.
 I published my seventh poetry novel quite some time ago. It is titled Pythagorean and can be purchased from the same site where all of my books are available for purchase. A few days ago I completed work on my eighth poetic amalgamation. I've titled it Fascination. It is not quite yet available for purchase but only because I am putting the final touches on it. In addition to it being another poetic feat it will also include some of my short stories and other prose works which have never been gathered in book form before.
 In regards to the status of my novel, Aperture, I have already passed my own expectations. Meaning... I have only the final chapter to flesh out. I cannot say exactly how it will end but it promises to be very engaging and introspective. If you have yet to download the free preview of Aperture I encourage you to please do so. The link is right on the home page.
 I may post another couple of updates soon. Thanks for viewing my site and blog(s)! Peace. Later.

  Chaos seems to be a requirement these days. But not in the way we’re used to. Much has been lost and much is to follow. Let’s not forget that each future moment contains the potential for more future moments. Moving, walking, dancing, running. These are all simple methods by which we expend and share kinetic energy.

  There is perhaps more unused energy within us than there are gas guzzling vehicles on the road. True. How much are you willing to bet that we will advance to the state of pure energy? By which of course I mean shedding our physicality permanently and effortlessly.

  I know it sounds foolish. But it is foolishness that keeps us going. Well, foolishness and oxygen. I once tried to stare deep in between the space between existence. You know… the dark matter which divides and supports all celestial bodies.

  It takes some getting used to but is well worth the strain. If only every human being could stop focusing on material things and devote more of themselves to constructive goals and aspirations. I understand that we all have our own personal paths to maintain and whatnot. But I also know that most of us do whatever we can to deny this fact.

  Drowning our sorrows and fighting all the wrong fights for all the wrong reasons. War and poverty then dilute us and tear at what is left of our souls. Not to mention all the mundane minutiae we’ve been forced fed from day one. Is this really what you believe in? Surely you know there is another way.

  You must know. We must know. Our barbaric ways did help us out back when we had to hunt and gather our food. But do we really need to cling to such states of aggression today? Maybe we do but I am more than willing to do away with that and all negative emotions.

  Society is a funny system.