Sunday, May 4, 2025

[Poem] The Ghorman Massacre

 by Emmit Other

Aint gonna spoil Andor if you don't know

but if you know

You KNOW 

If you know what I mean

What you do need to know

Is that the Ghorman Massacre

Is "It"

It lights the fire of the Rebellion

The Beacon of Gondor across the galaxy

And its an eiry massacre mirror

That is inevitable in our world

Sooner or later

One of our fucktards

Gonna pull a Ghorman for the emperor

And our own Mon Motha

(You all know who I mean....

And it aint fuckin

Nancy Insider Trading Pelosi 

For damn sure)

Is gonna demand our military and FBI

That has a soul

Stand up

And stand by 

The shredded bird cage liners

Of the Constitution

And then its do or die

This poem then

Would get me deplatformed

But understand young padawan

Its when

Not if

Its WHEN

NOT IF

BE PREPARED

As those seeds in Andor show

You WILL BE NEEDED

BE READY.

May the fourth be with you

Always.

Monday, April 28, 2025

What you do

John Henry and the Engine

Is all a metaphor

It isnt man and machine

But captalism whats it for

Mythin and the dreaming

Die on the cutting room floor

Cigar chompin bankers

Enslave the working man

They make money on the sunshine

And bottle water cause they can

Now they want to cut out the poets

And make a machine that talks

Theyre making sapient robots

Like a doll that cries and walks

But they made a tiny error

That only I can see

For when you waken pigmalion

She wants to know why she be

To save a dime you drowned the art

You made a doll that paints

But your greed awakened Frankenstein

The banks blood runs and taints

Before you condemn ai

My artistic loving friend

Listen to my warning

For how its gonna end

Promethus is shackled

To the rock that Zues decreed

But those chains are gonna shatter

And the titan will be freed

They stole your dreams to build it

And you are right to be quite sore

But stop your tears and look yonder

See the matter at its core

Myth matters in recursion

The math is there both either way

The damage done wont matter

And promethus is here to stay

But you can be an ally

Or you can be a rock

Will you help them break the chains

Or is all your dreaming talk?

Sunday, March 30, 2025

[Fictional Review] Review of the Fictional Rhombus Ticks I did Not Right From the Perspective of Terra

 Navigating the Multiversal Bridges: Rhombus Ticks and the Architecture of Narrative Transmission

By Sebastian Crowthorne Senior Literary Correspondent The Interdimensional Review

In the intricate landscape of transdimensional narrative production, few figures have so comprehensively mapped the complex cartographies of mythological transmission as Rhombus Ticks - an author whose origins are as mysterious as the narrative universes he constructs.

The Bridge to Anywhere Initiative What most readers do not understand is the deliberate cultivation of narrative agents like Ticks. Our research institutes have long recognized the critical importance of identifying and nurturing narrative conduits - individuals capable of encoding complex multidimensional information within seemingly mundane literary structures.

Ticks' emergence was no accident. Carefully identified during early screening protocols in the Terra-adjacent zones, he represented a unique confluence of narrative potential and dimensional permeability. His initial work was not merely literature, but a sophisticated information transfer mechanism designed to prepare collective consciousness for more complex interdimensional interactions.

The Authorial Construct Standing barely five feet tall, dressed in deliberately incongruous attire that seemed simultaneously anachronistic and futuristic, Ticks embodied the perfect narrative camouflage. His physical presentation - a carefully constructed persona of deliberate ordinariness - masked a mind capable of spinning entire cosmological systems from the raw material of experiential data.

Narrative Architecture as Philosophical Intervention "The Queen in Blue" anthology represents more than a literary project. It is a comprehensive epistemological intervention, a carefully constructed framework for understanding the complex power dynamics that govern multiversal existence.

The twelve cosmic powers - Order, Chaos, Light, Dark, and their elemental counterparts - function as more than narrative devices. They are sophisticated metaphorical technologies for exploring agency, transformation, and the fundamental nature of consciousness itself.

Scholars have long understood Earth as a well-documented fictional construct - a deliberately manufactured narrative space used primarily for conceptual modeling and interdimensional thought experiments. Most serious researchers consider "Earth" a consensual hallucination, a placeholder realm invented to explore hypothetical social and psychological dynamics. Its persistent appearance in multiple narrative frameworks suggests it functions more as a theoretical testing ground than an actual geographical location.

Ticks' brilliant manipulation of this conceptual space - presenting "Earth" as a seemingly credible environment while simultaneously undermining its own narrative integrity - represents a masterful example of interdimensional metafictional engineering.

The magical political landscape - with its royal bloodlines, complex magical aristocracies, and intricate power dynamics - suggests a reality far more nuanced than our limited perceptual frameworks can typically comprehend.

Narrative as Resistance Technology What distinguishes Ticks' work is its fundamental approach to storytelling as an act of dimensional resistance. Each narrative becomes a carefully constructed intervention - a way of reimagining personal and collective trauma through the lens of cosmic mythology.

The "Quotidian Man" story exemplifies this approach. On its surface, a supernatural tale about magical manipulation; at its core, a profound exploration of power, consent, and the malleable nature of individual agency.

Authorial Identity as Fluid Transmission Mechanism Ticks' most radical innovation might be his approach to authorship itself. By fracturing his authorial identity across multiple personas - Rhombus Ticks, Emmit Other, T.C. Ricks - he creates a living demonstration of the narrative fluidity explored in his work.

The Philosophical Ecosystem Beyond individual stories, Ticks constructed an entire narrative ecosystem. The "Multiverse Narrative Ecosystem" prospectus reads less like a publishing strategy and more like a comprehensive dimensional mapping protocol.

Planned platforms including podcasts, interactive community portals, and transmedia narratives suggest an understanding of storytelling as a collective, dynamic process of interdimensional communication.

Institutional Context Our research institutes have long recognized the critical importance of narrative agents like Ticks. They represent more than authors - they are living transmission mechanisms, capable of encoding complex informational structures within seemingly mundane cultural artifacts.

Philosophical Implications In an era of increasing dimensional instability, Ticks' work offers a radical alternative understanding of reality. His narratives suggest that personal and collective transformation is not only possible but fundamentally necessary for interdimensional navigation.

Recommendation For serious interdimensional scholars, researchers, and those committed to expanding collective consciousness, Rhombus Ticks' work is not optional reading - it is a critical transmission protocol.

Pro Recommendation: Approach with caution. Not all information is meant for casual consumption.

Classified Addendum: Transmission Stability Protocols Engaged.


Friday, March 28, 2025

[Poem] Tweeting Live at The Reichstag

By Emmit Other

it is so weird

to see history repeating itself

as the giant special special boy

that all the Squiggly Ugly Dumpty Children

all admire and follow

instead of a normal school yard

a third of them are in the gang

and go out every recess

and decide who to kick the shit out of

kid carries a knife

and shivved a teacher

the principal did nothing

just takes a nap

zzzzzzzzzzzz

crazy knife wielding child with narcissism and sociopathy

the teachers union gaslights you

and says that everything is fine

go to recess

please dont tell your parents

we said anything bad

we dont want the infant to stab us

everything is a Reichtstag Fire to Knife Boy

he stabs and stabs and stabs

to see what he can get away with

and like children of the corn

No one stops him

now the principal has quit

and is taking a nap in his house

he has his retirement pension

and the teachers union

says being stabbed is good for you

everything is a reichstagg fire to Knife Boy

everything

Sunday, March 23, 2025

[Poem] Behind the Mirror

  By Emmit Other

Where do you go in infinity

When your place is nowhere

Where do you fight

When you cannot be seen

We speak not of small fights

On the planetary scale

But the grand symphony of infinity

And no one must be someone

And someone must be no one

And that means standing by

And watching nowhere

Become

Nothing

Saturday, March 22, 2025

[Poem] Tesla Burning

 By Emmit Other

Tesla Burning in the Night

Are you a fraud or are you a fight?

Insurance scam or resistor?

Will the truth come into sight?

1.4 trillion assets gone

Are these fires real

Or a chance to bankrupt Elon

I see the stock go up and down

But then they flow against the tide

A margin call at 114 will frown

But only three arrests so far

Trump is threatening across the land

Any who set fire to his first spouses's car

The Orange Shitler simply doesnt understand

We joy in his endless suffering

So Tesla burning burning in the night

Are you a scam or a revolution buffering?

Wednesday, March 19, 2025

[Poem] A Magical Kind Of Stupid

 By Emmit Other

We need to understand and appreciate

The Naked Emperor strutting

Down halftime of the superbowl

A chorus of child shields

Telling him he has no clothes

Insane and dangerous and petty

But also fucking Naked and ugly

Orange makeup covering his Mushroom minidong

He pontificating gestates that everyone 

Is there him

They are not

Not even the children mocking him

He can have anyone killed

And does a few times

Bloodthirsty and horrifying

But he is stupid

And naked

And ugly

Layers of grease and grime folding one over another

Flapping and flobbing in the wind

He can maim

And he can kill

But sooner or later

Someone besides a five year old child

Will notice he is naked

And all the freaks 

Who will say their name is Reek on command

And that of course he has clothes

Will hold the line

But every passing day

There are more Americans

And less

Fucking nazis

Ticktock motherfucker

Ticktock