P2371 I'm feverish and silly,

I'm feverish and silly, words wily nilly, 

A tropical paradise of parasites.

Plus off the topamax, no instigating axe,

All wrong a penitent pen writes.

A farrago of farts, a motley of parts,

Distinct collusion of bacteria and sulphur. 

The whiff I sniff, not advised if,

Unless you're alone in a windy car.

Emotional crisis a midlife sepsis,

I ain't kissing any fucking ass.  

I just don't like the taste of crusty shit,

Or suck religious cocks with bullshit gas.

Balls hairy and smelly, I see on telly,

Women go for bad boys.

Seamen's semen brand their men,

They like to be their sex toys..

Malarkey and love, fit in a glove, 

There's not really love after a while. 

Fucking hormones, puffy nipple cones,

Evaporate on contact with bile.

Don't feel upbeat, two faces but no feet,

I'm make in India, a sordid joke.

From mediocrity to flatulent city,

The old fire too dead to be stoked.

P2370 খানকির ছেলে খেলো

খানকির ছেলে খেলো 

খিঁচে খৈনি হয়ে গেল 

 খেলোর পায়ের জুতি

সবাই রোজ ওখানেই মুতি 

খেলোর বিচি বেজায় ছোট 

কড়াইশুঁটির পুতি 

খেলোর বাবাও খিঁচে খতম

বানাত পার্টির জন্য পোদের বোম

আজ খানকিও নেই বেঁচে 

দুঃখে দেশ হেগে ফেলেচে

খানকির মেয়ে খনা 

চূড়ান্ত অশান্তির কনা 

খনার বচনে রাতে বাড়ার আংশিক পচন 

অশ্লীল বিভিন্ন কারণে 

সোনাগাছিতে রিটায়েড এখন 

পাদ ভরা দেশে 

মানুষ বাদ হয়ে হয়েছে গু  

কবিতা ভালো লাগলে আশাকরি বলবেন

শুভ্র একশত আট বার থ্যাঙ্ক ইউ

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P2368 I fart through my ass

I fart through my ass, that's where the gas,

I usually by decree must store.

Sometimes I burp or hiccup, 

In my mouth a dead discount whore.

To get a fart right, hold one ass cheek tight,

But today the sonata I couldn't play.

I strained again, this time a lot of pain,

Shy fart delay, a snaking shit clay.

Like a balloon with two confused holes,

I poot a toot, play my part in farts.

Sometimes it takes a little coaxing, 

In harassing fits and unneeded starts.

The gods are too good, about fartsy food,

They don't seem to ever complain. 

There isn't one for gas, or an ostracized god ass,

Prude gods labeled him a smelly shit stain.

Usually on top of this, I finished with a piss,

Ruminating the ill fate of the god of farts.

Sometimes with shit, you think you're done,

But then suddenly the holiness restarts.

With my holy hole, and a purest pure soul,

I clamp my ass for a session and talk to god. 

I promise a mango, ticket for titty tango,

Diarrhea is my next month's festive fun.

Holy my hope, wash asshole with soap,

Hurrah, bubbles fly filled with fart.

Farts and poot, often the root,

Of how belligerent wars start. 

I am my own friend, and so till the end,

I stick to my shit and that's it.

This fancy rock, cunts sucking fancy cock,

Makes my shit travel backwards as vomit. 

What is fart:

Stomach gas is a mixture of air and gases (such as carbon dioxide, oxygen, nitrogen, and methane) produced by the digestive process in the stomach and small intestine. It is formed when the digestive process breaks down food and when bacteria in the gut ferment undigested carbohydrates.

The reasons why gas can become more noticeable or worsen at times can include:

Eating too quickly: Swallowing air along with food can increase the amount of gas in the digestive tract.

Eating certain foods: Some foods, such as beans, lentils, broccoli, cabbage, and onions, can cause more gas to form in the digestive tract.

Lactose intolerance: If a person is lactose intolerant, they may experience gas and bloating after consuming dairy products.

Fructose intolerance: If a person is fructose intolerant, they may experience gas and bloating after consuming foods high in fructose, such as fruits and sweeteners.

Artificial sweeteners: Artificial sweeteners, such as sorbitol and mannitol, can cause gas and bloating in some people.

Constipation: When stools remain in the colon for a long time, bacteria have more time to ferment carbohydrates, producing gas.

Irritable bowel syndrome (IBS): IBS is a condition that affects the large intestine and can cause symptoms such as gas, bloating, constipation, and diarrhea.

Bad Smell:

The odor of stomach gas is primarily due to sulfur-containing gases, such as hydrogen sulfide and mercaptans. The specific odor of the gas can vary depending on several factors, including:

The type of food being digested: Different foods produce different odors as they are broken down in the digestive tract. For example, foods high in sulfur, such as garlic and onions, can produce a strong odor.

Bacterial flora in the gut: The type and balance of bacteria in the gut can affect the odor of the gas. An overgrowth of certain types of bacteria, such as sulfate-reducing bacteria, can increase the production of sulfurous gase

Health conditions: Certain health conditions, such as celiac disease, Crohn's disease, and ulcerative colitis, can affect the type and balance of bacteria in the gut and cause changes in the odor of gas.

Medications: Certain medications, such as antibiotics, can disrupt the balance of bacteria in the gut and cause changes in the odor of gas.

Here are some tips to help reduce the odor of gas:

Drink plenty of water: Drinking water can help flush out sulfurous gases from the digestive tract and reduce the odor of gas.

Use spices: Spices, such as ginger, cardamom, and fennel, can help reduce the odor of gas.

Try activated charcoal: Activated charcoal can help absorb gas and reduce the odor of gas. It can be taken in supplement form or added to food and drinks.

Eat fresh parsley: Fresh parsley has natural odor-neutralizing properties and can help reduce the odor of gas.

Chew gum or suck on mints: Chewing gum or sucking on mints can help neutralize the odor of gas and freshen your breath.

Take a bath with baking soda: Adding a cup of baking soda to your bathwater can help neutralize body odors, including the odor of gas.

Avoid foods high in sulfurous gases: Foods high in sulfurous gases, such as onions and garlic, can contribute to the odor of gas.

Natural remedies for gas:

Ginger: Ginger has natural anti-inflammatory properties and can help soothe the digestive tract.

Peppermint: Peppermint has a soothing effect on the digestive system and can help relieve gas and bloating.

Fennel: Fennel seeds contain compounds that can help relax the muscles of the digestive tract and reduce gas.

Anise: Anise seeds contain compounds that can help stimulate the production of digestive juices and reduce gas.

Caraway: Caraway seeds have carminative properties that can help relieve gas and bloating.

Chamomile: Chamomile tea has a calming effect on the digestive system and can help relieve gas and bloating.

Activated Charcoal: Activated charcoal can help absorb gas-producing compounds in the digestive tract.

Activated charcoal can be made at home, but it requires careful handling and precise measurements to ensure its effectiveness and safety. Here's a simple recipe for making activated charcoal at home:

You need:

Hardwood lump charcoalSteel potBaking sodaHeat source (stove or oven)Safety gear (gloves, mask, and safety glasses)

Crush the hardwood lump charcoal into a fine powder using a mortar and pestle or a coffee grinder.

Mix the charcoal powder with an equal amount of baking soda.

Place the mixture into the steel pot and heat it over a stove or in an oven at a temperature of about 900°C (1600°F) for 30 minutes.

After 30 minutes, remove the pot from the heat source and let it cool completely.

Once cooled, sieve the mixture to separate the activated charcoal from any remaining baking soda.

Store the activated charcoal in an airtight container.

Medicine:

Antacids: Antacids, such as simethicone (Gas-X, Mylanta Gas), can help reduce gas by breaking up bubbles in the digestive tract.

Proton pump inhibitors (PPIs): PPIs, such as omeprazole (Prilosec) and lansoprazole (Prevacid), can help reduce the amount of gas produced in the stomach.

H2 receptor antagonists: H2 receptor antagonists, such as famotidine (Pepcid) and ranitidine (Zantac), can help reduce the amount of gas produced in the stomach by blocking the action of histamine, a substance that stimulates the production of stomach acid.

Laxatives: Laxatives, such as polyethylene glycol (Miralax), can help relieve bloating and gas by promoting bowel movements.

Probiotics: Probiotics, such as Lactobacillus and Bifidobacterium, can help improve gut health and reduce gas and bloating by restoring the balance of bacteria in the gut.

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P2361 I love numbers

 

I love numbers more than hers.

I really really, really do.

I'm literally on cloud nine,

When numbers I think of you.

Everything is really a number, 

Even my insanity, the loose screw.

The color of our sky; that's zero zero one.

if you're into the red-green-blue.

Between is and ought, wars are fought,

Over dimensions we can't think.

We are constrained as apes,

Numbers are the bridging link.

I get so excited what they are

In many ways, infinity isn't the limit.

How the primes are the bricks, 

And how smartly they all fit!

You've really got to get a ladder,

And climb the mathematics stair.

Once you reach a curious rung, you'll see:

The world is a beautiful affair.

The beauty of numbers lie

in their deep untapped potential. 

They can represent anything.

from nothing to the most consequential.

Each number is like a building block.

a piece of the lego that

When put together in some clever way, 

creates a magnificent picture of a fact. 

The more I study numbers, 

the more I realise I want to know more.

just how intricately they are woven 

into the fabric of our inner core.

The Pythagorean Theorem, 

for example, is simply sensational. 

of the relationship between the sides 

of a right triangle, thus the orthogonal. 

And the Fibonacci sequence,

is a testament to what is natural, 

showing up in everything from the

distribution of petals to the cosmological. 

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P2359

P2358 You fuck with this (Necrotizing fasciitis)

You fuck with this, you don't live to piss,

It's an infection♡ that fucks your rear○.

You're pain isn't mere nor is it vain.

You'll soon be dead, with fear♧.

Sometimes pathogens get pissed,

You can't really please these little fucks. 

One infection and you're good to go,

When dead, life really sucks.

But here is the thing I bring:

To your attention, dirty dirt!

Don't bathe too often or wash your hands,

Always kiss in French when you flirt.

Leave your shit hanging on your hole,

Let it tour the underwear.

I mean, you can't hog all the fun,

Share shit and spit in the clear.

Fuck people in the ass and face,

Don't rinse, but do often repeat. 

Shit that infects gets respect, 

Otherwise it spreads without defeat□.

Lead an infectious life,

Make sure your shit flies everywhere. 

Glamorous the turd that's like a bird,

And soon we fucks won't be here.

♡ Necrotizing fasciitis, also known as flesh-eating disease, is caused by several types of bacteria, including:

Group A Streptococcus (GAS)

Klebsiella pneumoniae

Staphylococcus aureus

Streptococcus pyogenes

Escherichia coli

Clostridium perfringens

Vibrio vulnificus (in cases of necrotizing fasciitis acquired through contaminated water or seafood)

Underlying factors, such as a weakened immune system, are also involved in the development of the disease.

○Not true (just using my poetic license), Necrotizing fasciitis can occur anywhere on the body where there is soft tissue, including the skin, muscle, and fascia (the tissue that covers and connects muscles). It most commonly occurs in the extremities, such as the legs and arms, but can also occur in the abdominal wall, trunk, and genital area. The condition can develop after an injury, surgery, or infection, and can spread quickly through the tissue if left untreated.

♧Necrotizing fasciitis is a rare but serious bacterial infection that can start anywhere on the body where there is skin and subcutaneous tissue. The bacteria usually enter the body through a break in the skin, such as a cut, burn, insect bite, or puncture wound. The infection can then spread quickly along the fascial planes, the sheets of connective tissue that surround muscle and other organs, destroying the tissue and causing the skin to become discolored and blistered. The bacteria release toxins that cause the tissue to die, leading to the characteristic symptoms of necrotizing fasciitis, including severe pain, fever, and rapid progression of the infection.

□Antibiotic resistance is a major concern in the treatment of necrotizing fasciitis, as many of the bacteria that cause this condition have developed resistance to antibiotics over time. This is because necrotizing fasciitis is a serious and often life-threatening infection, so antibiotics are often used to treat it. However, when antibiotics are used frequently and over prolonged periods of time, bacteria can develop resistance to them, making it more difficult to effectively treat the infection. This can result in the development of antibiotic-resistant strains of bacteria, which can be very difficult to treat and can lead to serious outcomes, including death.

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P2355 God hates caps

God hates caps, this god of gaps,

His shit is a diarrheal yellow.

The men under him, work in porn films, 

By definition he's an honorable fellow. 

He looks like a dick, a heavenly prick, 

Grotesque make believe shaped by men. 

All the acrimonious bile severally multiplied, 

Bitter ejaculated semen in his pen.

Fairies drink cum from his balls that fall,

"Call fairies" as he loves to call them. 

They suck his dick slick, asshole they lick,

He pimps for the "After-fairy harem".

Sweet ass whore in blood and gore,

God loved you with his pen you know. 

She didn't pray right, or her hole wasn't tight, 

Only a corpse good as a scarecrow. 

More and more, everyone is a whore,

Trembling before an angry deity.

A lopsided civilization about to topple, 

Holy shit hemorrhaging the laity. 

The rainbows dance, an erotic prance,

The feign of colors and beauty skin thin.

Everything fucking everything else,

It's now actually good to sin.

The servile pleaser, strip teaser,

Hickory, dickory, sock the cock.

Vain men like a turd train in a drain,

Flowing over corruption their foundation rock.

The earth is where god's poop,

Every turd born as a holy religious cock.

They say several lies from mouth and eyes,

Their morality a piss wet sock.

Just to thrive, you've to enter this hive,

Pubic petals unfurled and legs spread. 

A dazzlingly bright light is lit and it's dark,

Once you're in the fiction you're dead.

Shit now stands on many bad hands,

Holy fucks rule the globe. 

Dysfunctional dick and ass gaped, 

Every man sits on a hot anal probe.

P2354 Cock sucking fuck

Cock sucking fuck, loaded semen in the truck,

But couldn't fit the boogers today,

I'm going but no idea why boing,

Features an in-flight session of pray.

They gift a bullshit kit, on your first shit,

You become an esteemed jerk. 

You can then fuck the cabin crew, 

A holy bonus perk.

So hey hey hey, my good man say,

We both take a trip in the sky.

The realm of almighty, anus tightly, 

Sealed by our solidarity cry.

Shit flying out, from a flying fuck on route,

Holy the occasion to scream yes!

Let's drop a turd, on a sacrilegious bird,

If it misses, I say report to the press.

God now loose, a character I choose, 

Where you fuck angels in their happy hole. 

That happy hole is the holy asshole,

Which excites a sinful soul.

That is then the goal, let us burn more coal,

And let's continue to trash this rock.

Goldilocks or not, shit-coated snots,

Humble the religious cock.

It knows no pain, and quite vain,

Indiscriminate in the fucking spree.

Come my friends, clap our fucking ends,

Usher genocide on steroids for free.

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P2352 Too hairy they say

No hope today, too hairy they say,

Plus my nose is shaped like a schlong. 

This is a genetic defect on chromosome G,

It's going to get really long. 

Chicks not impressed, I get stressed, 

Drops of piss start to drip.

The gods are with me, clamoring to see,

If this joint sends me on a trip.

I like to touch my asshole a lot,

The only pure pleasure my pet.

Sometimes the finger goes too far inside,

I feel the brain and start to fret.

My dreams are full of creams,

My asshole lubed up to the top.

I am shy and with joy I cry,

Life inserted a bamboo so I hop.

This was a god given gift,

A knack to be struck by crime. 

The times have eaten my chances,

What remains is shit with slime.

P2351 Floating sphincter

The fact that your sinful asshole is floating among 40 fucking thousands of god-forsaken unknown units in the chilly air of unholy, spooky fucking around close to space makes you pensive. The thoughts about all the masturbatory triteness of how insignificant life is at the level of a floating sphincter, firmly saying no to an offal fart that was earlier tested for its potential to kill thousands by suffocation in a closed space,

And to think that if the sphincter fails, there may be an entire flotilla of dangerous things in various states of matter, including plasma, which I am not excluding, and, given the pressures and temperatures involved, some of the Bose-Einstein condensate as well. Why not?

I care to mention here that I laboured over looking up spicy anecdotes about body parts, and as a hindu, I find it a little hurtful that although the mouth went to the brahmin and the foot to the shudra, the dick, cunt, balls, tits, and asshole were not mentioned. The tits would have had to be man tits because it was Purusha in the Rig Veda, a man's world. And so cunt is asking for trouble.

The learned men wore the dhoti, which has openings near the anus, and the ratha, unlike the modern aeroplane, had suitable holes placed at convenient locations.

This may have been the reason why they never had the sphincter discipline that we are familiar with or the volume and distorted nature of smell that gases accumulated at close inimical quarters are prone to exhibit. If such a facility were now made available and I could release my load, I would wonder if the space fairies watching over the deserts would be so kind as to blow them into the open mouth of the recent stodgy and stingy acquaintance I have made and help seal our friendship in a fanfare of holy hiccups and whatever sails the superstitious boat on his part of the sand.

Why is it that I don't particularly find my farts particularly unpleasant, while others find them extremely so? It's quite a tender subject to raise on a date to discuss with a would-be, but what if she has the kind of fart that sets off the wrong alarm bells? Some farts have an evil quality to them. They come with a signature stickiness and stay with you, lingering on the fragile emotional nerves already harried by the memory of the last time something like this happened and you murdered the culprit.

You remember distinctly that you made sure you sent the turds to god to figure out exactly what was there that was so diabolical. And of course you didn't go to jail because all this happened while you were sleeping. What had happened, however, was that you had shit yourself, and the bed had to be thrown out, and it was one of those fancy mattresses.

And all this happened in a time warp when you were graduating from a single cell to a multi-tiered civilization in a parallel parasitic dimension, and that parasite suddenly got involved, things became extremely hairy, and you were on a flight flying back to kolkata after a brief stunt at eating sand the arab way and failing.

While you were eating sand and commenting on how it's not the same as a sandwich, you noticed that people had started to look at you with suspicion, usually the kind that is exhibited in old-fashioned lithographs of prehistoric times and afforded to lepers and other misunderstood creatures with ambulatory issues. 

While it's common sense to flag people you don't understand as mad or heretics, it's only by opening the tight buttons on the bellies of overfed, flatulent, flabby passengers that madness caused by nausea can be properly treated.

The plane is planning to land, which, given all the fart that has accumulated in the cabin, is a good idea. It may be that, unable to exorcise the demon within the gas, it may knock me out literally in a sort of coma, where it wouldn't matter where I land because all land at that stage is la la land.

 

P2350 I live in a boot

I live in a boot; life is moot.
There's neither reason nor rhyme. 
Just today my fart was a spray,
Of shit that's more like slime.

My sense of art, I express in farts,
Well, sometimes I get carried away.
"Gone is the time to live without crime."
What I was painting today

Imagine my situation now.
I'm inside a bucket of poop.
Worms nibbling at my sanity,
And enjoying a diarrhea soup.

It's scarcely credible to me, 
that I'd ever meet a decent soul.
The last person I thought was a god was
was, in fact, a lice controller asshole. 

I don't have any hair to speak of.
But he pulled lice from my nose.
Think how mad it made me,
When he said I was gross,

I'm alright; I just might, 
Adjust with my own shit.
I really don't seem to even like
an asshole if I can smell it.

Holy the hole of this shoe's sole,
I sing hymns that are fit.
It must have really stretched her cunt, 
to produce a shoe with a head in it.

Today I'm pissy, no real missy,
passed by this shoe to grope. 
If you're wondering, I grope with my eyes.
One day I'll have hands, I hope.

P2349 Search for greener pastures

 

Most people I know don't want to read long sentences, are less likely to read a paragraph, and wouldn't at gunpoint consider reading anything as long as this. And by profession, they're habitually making sweeping generalizations and trafficking inconvenient details under the nearest carpet, expertly playing fast and loose with the truth. To them, the truth is anathema, and they'd much rather put cotton in their ears. Sentences have eroded into fragments of their former selves, often without the inconvenience of punctuation. But these are the feelings that have welled up, and I needed to express myself without the paucity of words as I continue my search for greener pastures. And although it might seem like a narrative leaning on the pathology of my own people, it is my understanding that we can recover from it if we stop ignoring it—the chapter of indignities, or perhaps an inevitable tryst with misfortune. No matter how I see my time between coming back from the US and now, that exposure has left an indelible mark on the trajectory of my dreams. I've made all the mistakes I can make in a lifetime, and I still have a little bit of life left, so I hope to make the most of it.

Are developed nations morally superior to developing countries? No, people are the same everywhere. If given a chance, in the absence of laws and standards, and even in the presence of regulations, if they can get away with it, they will. Idiosyncrasies always lean towards exploitation, and there's no shortage of excuses. That's the reason why people hide nefarious and ulterior intentions behind self-righteous, condescending, and patronizing behavior. Exploitation takes on various shades, but mainly it's paying less or forcing overtime. Gaslighting in various forms, incorporating help from the heavens, or praying for the employee when a decent median salary at par with the earthly regulations would be far more appreciated. Indians in foreign lands carry the corruption with them, creating a mini-Indian eccentric bubble of nepotism, favoritism, and loopholes that exploit the knowledge of the desperation that they are privy to. If there's a difference of skin color, color of hat, or country of origin, you can scream discrimination, but not when the guy looks and talks like a duck, and so must be a duck, and hence above reproach. 

Most people wouldn't survive the fall, the distance I've traveled, or the injuries I've sustained. While people go hullabaloo over success, I think there are more lessons in failing, whatever the reason. As someone with an inbuilt initiative-centric entrepreneurial mindset, I've seen the darkness not just in other people's minds but in my own. I've understood how fragile our reality really is. And just an inch away from what you think is a perfect life lies an invisible envelope that you can move into. And when that happens, it changes everything, and you have another sort of perfect world, except one that's entirely upside-down. It's a travesty that we don't think, or even when we do, it's clouded with imperfections from the various lenses we are taught to wear. Very few people live after this improved perception; the shock is just too much for the faint of heart.

To be an entrepreneur, you not only have to be mad but strive to be mad enough to take a cruel gamble on a lifetime—most of it won't be in your control. Being at the helm is an illusion when the market, the economic reality of finances, the competition and idiosyncrasies of partners, investors, employees, and many other indeterminate shadowy figures determine the course of a venture. Inveterate honesty often stands in the way because of the machiavellian constructs that define capitalism. 

You have to stoop as low or lower in moral standing in the market you are competing in to be considered a member. At least in the Indian market, the reality is that every link in the chain is cursed by inefficiency, corruption, and incompetence, either separately or sometimes all at once, at every level of the hierarchy. The instability brought on by regulatory frameworks that are used as tools to coax bribes or close your shop inevitably works against you. It's not simply alright to abide; in the absence of trust, a bribe is the only stamp of approval, or one form or another of political retributive justice will prevail. When the whole system is corrupt and every bribe is arbitrary, funds are always insufficient. Any fleeting sense of self-worth evaporates in the heat of the aftermath, and you're far worse off than when you started.

People who only say confident things and give off a gleaming appearance of positivity are usually overcompensating for their insecurities. They have to hide behind a front because they think it's wrong to be comfortable with insecurities. But from experience, I know the best way to deal with life is head-on. Difficulties and failures are a part of everyone's lives and businesses as well. Wearing colored goggles and burying one's head in the sand never helped. I have a clear-eyed, rational, and practical worldview that helps me weigh the pros and cons without bias. and that's really key.

Unrealistic expectations often lead to unhealthy outcomes. It's better to plan properly and go step by step; rushing into decisions with blinkers on isn't the best way to go about a venture. I've felt the headwinds, I understand the stakes and the pitfalls, and I advise people to be cautious. Productivity is a term that's become trite through abuse and overuse. Once upon a time, it meant doing more in less time. But now, it's just a sneaky way for companies to extract more sweat from their employees for less pay. How convenient it would be for them, you'd think, but not really. 

It's a bleak reality that the average worker is expected to do more with less. Overburdened, stressed, and undervalued, it's a wonder how anyone manages to survive the daily grind. And for what? to produce subpar products and services that barely scrape by? Work, once a source of fulfillment, has been reduced to just a means to an end and a bragging social membership badge. It's no longer about creating something of value or making a difference in the world. It's just a necessary evil, something to endure in exchange for a paycheck. The irony of it all is that the very definition of productivity has become a reflection of its opposite. In this dystopian world of distorted productivity where greed and exploitation reign supreme, where work is a chore and employees are just disposable resources, the so-called progress has taken us backwards. It's a sorry state of affairs, but who needs dignity and respect anyway? If we can get money, that's really all we need, isn't it?

It is time for companies and employers to understand that bona fide productivity comes from investing in their employees, providing them with the tools and resources they need to do their jobs well, and valuing their contributions. And, and this can't be overstated, paying them a living wage. As the genie Index shows us, this isn't happening, and the gap is extreme. At one point, the people who pay for the goods are going to go below the threshold. It is time for us to work together, to support one another, and to create a better world where work is meaningful and people are treated with respect and dignity. The future depends on it, and you can't run away from the future; it's coming at you. 

 

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P2347 I'm tired but I can't sleep.

I am in a world where things are not as they seem. The old fashioned values that once held society together, like integrity and honesty, are now replaced by the desire for temporary and fast wealth that bring no lasting gain. The facade of two-minutes of spotlight prosperity and success has blinded people to the fact that the foundation upon which they stand is nothing but a decaying structure that threatens to crumble at any moment, taking their dreams down with them, spotlight and all.

The hope that once guided people has frittered away, replaced by a decade of self-serving interests and cruelty. The unreasonableness and injustice that pervades society has woken me up to the harsh reality of the world we live in. People are no longer guided by hope and dreams, but by their own selfish desires and the fear of not having enough.

It is an uneasy feeling, to see people so content in their ignorance. They refuse to acknowledge the dangers that loom, choosing instead to keep their heads buried in the sand. They have convinced themselves that if they do not think about the problems that face them, then they do not truly exist. It's convenient, but not true. Reality is harsh. 

But I cannot accept this way of thinking. To me, ignoring the reality of the situation is also a sort of cowardice, a giving up. It is like standing on a wooden bridge that has been eaten away by rot and termites, and pretending that it is still sturdy enough to support you. The very structure that people depend on is nothing but a comforting mirage, and one day it will come crashing down, taking with it all their false hopes and dreams. Religion and most of the other tribal fictions that have been handed down come to mind. 

It is disheartening to see how outdated concepts and unexamined assumptions continue to hold sway over people's minds. The success stories that are touted as the epitome of success are rooted more in folkloric belief systems than anything real. People are so consumed by the desire to be like those they admire that they have lost sight of what truly matters. The result is a society that is devoid of compassion, where people are willing to trample over each other in order to get ahead.

I cannot help but think of how the world has changed. Once, people valued hard work, dedication and the pursuit of knowledge, but now it seems as though these things are no longer important. The masses are consumed by this artificial compulsion to fit in, to conform to societal norms, to be like everyone else. Individuality is discouraged, and creativity is stifled. The result is a society of people who are all the same, who all think the same, who all act the same, mindless precursors of the robotic future to come. A homogeneous breed of pathetic heads buried in their phones living vicariously off of someone else's life.

This lack of diversity is dangerous, and not in any small way. It means that there are no dissenting voices, no dissenting opinions. It means that there is no room for innovation, for progress, for change. People are stuck in a rut, going through the motions day after day, without any real purpose. It is as if they are sleepwalking through life, not really living, but simply existing. It's like we're sliding back into the dark ages again, except this time with a fat book of jargon we are proud of as emblematic of our achievements of what keeps us from really understanding the meaning of things.

It is a sad state of affairs, but it is not too late to change things. The masses may be content with their ignorance, but there are still those who understand the importance of clarity or substance. There are still those who value individuality, creativity and progress. These people can be the spark that ignites the change that the world so desperately needs. But they are few. Usually underprivileged, ostracized and probably mad, like me. 

We really need to break away from the status quo, to question what we are told, to challenge the assumptions that have been handed down to us. We need to be balls enough to stand up for what we believe in, even if that means going against the tide. We need to be the ones who rebuild the foundation, to lay down the stones that will make it strong, to build a structure that will withstand the test of time.

We cannot do this alone, however, it's a plural job. We need to band together, to support each other, to work together towards a common goal. We need to be the change that we wish to see in the world. We need to be the ones who bring light to the darkness, who bring hope to the hopeless. Homo sapiens is homo nothing if you take away the plurality. 

I am in a strange place now, but I know that I am not alone. There are others out there who share my beliefs, who share my values. Together, we can bring about the change that the world so desperately needs. We can be the ones who build a new foundation, who lay down the stones that will make it strong. We can be the ones who make a difference. Just a rant I guess, but needed to get it out of my system. 

I'm tired but I can't sleep. 

P2346 Go this way

Go this way, or go that way,

The book says in two ways both.

Maybe go to the next inimical page,

But I can't talk logically on oath. 

Basically suit yourself every which way, 

Is the message between the lines.

Pick and choose, bookmark the ruse,

A man is the shit he defines. 

The idea is to hate, conflate with fate, 

And fuck each other over self-righteous frill. 

A condescending tone, in a deep baritone, 

Speak the unspeakable or simply kill.

Brainwash the fucks, in large dump trucks,

Let them live in the middle fucking age.

Riddle their life with superstitious strife, 

Wrap wounds with holy bandage. 

Waive your hand, make it hard to understand,

Nod vigorously affirmative, but say no.

Hocus pocus works, butts prone to twerks, 

Hide real knowledge like a scarecrow. 

Spit on those, that talk in prose,

Emphasize on circular linking. 

Spew wham bam fuck you scams,

Before the fools can start thinking.

If in doubt, shit into their mouth, 

Remember it's a zero sum game.

Be an alarmist, declare an apocalypse, 

Quickly release your bladder on them. ◇

Be a parasite, your bite full of spite,

And make sure they're never dead.

It's good halfway or in most cases,

Just keep fucking with their head.

Old hags are gold, fraud through god, 

The two paired work wonders trust me. 

Just be really flexible with ambiguities, 

You'll get your cock sucked for free.

In the delusion of privilege, the ledge,

Is where you want them to be hanging. 

Always corner them in a fabric of lies,

Where you place a noose dangling. 

Holy harangues to harass the poor,

Inform it's a defect of retrospective life.

Tell them specifically how much they pay,

To be spared of the prospective knife.

Read their palms, release locust swarms,

Oversell the barnum bullshit with stones.

Give super fancy names to the spirits,

Or talk directly to discarded morgue bones.

The more pointless the fare, easier to snare,

Complicated subjects scare the mass.

Once in trance, make them dance, 

On hot coal and broken cutlery glass.

Be stern and fierce, spank their rears,

Remember you represent a crusty old man.

Hold a perennial grudge, truth always fudge,

Make sure they're on a dry frying pan.

The exertions and noise, the crowds poise,

Does the rest for the gullible creed.

Now you can sell, boltzmann brain with bell,

And overcharge their accounts to a bleed. 

The less they know, the richer you grow,

One day you dream of a house on the cloud. 

The people are dirt, you bless with dirty fart,

Grandiose poots are religiously loud.

Battles are a must, men and balls rust,

They wear pink frocks and dance.

Declare holy war, on a land not too far,

Never show mercy or take a chance. 

Craft a famine, if you know what I mean, 

Let the poor die a deserved demise.

Horny poverty porn, of skeletal babies scorned,

After dinner you watch TV to enjoy the cries.

From god of gaps to that of anus gapes, 

A world so wonderful to conceive. 

You just con, lie and pretend shit,

All they do is pray and believe.

◇ Charaka Samhita describes the use of urine for various therapeutic purposes, including the treatment of skin conditions, digestive disorders, and other health problems. For example, it recommends the use of fresh urine as a gargle for the treatment of oral and throat infections and as a wash for the treatment of skin disorders such as eczema and psoriasis. It also describes the use of urine as a purgative and as a treatment for digestive disorders such as constipation.

Shushruta Samhita also describes the use of urine for medicinal purposes, including the use of fresh urine as a cleaning agent for wounds and as a rinse for the treatment of eye disorders. It also recommends the use of urine for the treatment of conditions such as leprosy and certain types of skin diseases.

Similarly, in ancient Babylon, urine was used as a diagnostic tool, and it was also used to treat various skin conditions and other ailments. The Ebers Papyrus, one of the oldest medical texts from ancient Egypt, also mentions the use of feces to treat skin conditions and other ailments.

Feces were also used for medical purposes in Victorian times, especially for the treatment of skin conditions. In some cases, feces were applied directly to the skin, and in others, they were used to make ointments and other topical preparations.

P2345 I will be a ghost

I will be a ghost, that'll avenge my life,

Beware all who torment me alive. 

I'll fuck your ass and skin your face,

Your flesh caught in my dental knives. 

You'll survive on spirit spit and shit,

Sorry no water I don't piss.

I can make love to your holes,

I decapitate before I kiss.

Hell this life, it cut like a knife,

How much more I'll suffer, not sure.

More shit happens here, more ghoulish, 

The world would have to endure. 

In that nightmare I am the king,

And you get to shit in your pants.

Sorry not allowed your gods and relatives, 

And none of the earthly legal rants.

You do as you are told, until old,

Life after life after life.

Mostly just enjoying my farts,

Or the sharp dinner knife.