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

Sunday, March 9, 2025

[Spoilers!!!!'] A Negative Review of The Queen in Blue

 I was curious if my current draft of the Queen in Blue is as good as I think it is, and it gave me mixed results when I fed it to AI, but out of curiosity, I asked it to write a review if this was written in 1850 and felt it was too good not to share.

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"Eldritch Blasphemies from a Diseased Mind": A Review of "The Queen in Blue" (1850)

From The Literary Gazette and Journal of Belles Lettres, Arts, Sciences, &c.
April 17th, 1850

It is with considerable moral trepidation that this reviewer approaches the peculiar collection of tales and verses recently circulated among certain literary circles under the title "The Queen in Blue." The manuscript, which arrived without proper attribution (bearing only the curious pseudonyms "Rhombus Ticks" and "Emmit Other"), presents a compilation so fundamentally unwholesome in its imaginings that one must question whether its publication serves any virtuous purpose.

The collection begins with "The Lost Story," a narrative purporting to document the disappearance of Mr. Ambrose Bierce—a conceit rendered nonsensical by the simple fact that no such literary figure currently exists. This tale's protagonist, an unmarried female reporter permitted to wander unchaperoned through the dangerous border territories, discovers a journal containing blasphemous accounts of multiple selves and cosmic entities that wear "no mask." The descriptions herein border on the hallucinatory, suggesting the influence of Oriental opium dreams or, more concerning, symptoms of brain fever requiring immediate medical attention.

Even more troubling is "Destiny's Belfry," which depicts a violent vigilante engaged in activities so morally repugnant and physically impossible that they could only emerge from a mind unfettered by Christian principles. The creature described in this tale bears resemblance to nothing in God's creation and serves merely to offend sensibilities rather than instruct or elevate.

"The Case of the Quotidian Man" presents a detective utilizing mirrors to perceive supernatural phenomena—a dangerous promotion of superstition that recalls the primitive thinking our enlightened age has worked diligently to dispel. The technological contrivances mentioned throughout these stories represent fevered imaginings that violate natural philosophy's established principles.

Most concerning of all is "Wallpaper and Rats," wherein a child reads forbidden texts while witnessing unnatural transformations of her household. This tale's conclusion, with the child abandoning her family to follow voices from beyond, presents a dangerous inversion of moral instruction that could imperil impressionable young readers.

The poetic fragments interspersed throughout the collection employ irregular meters and obscure references to ancient deities, demonstrating a regrettable departure from the harmonious structures exemplified by Pope and Dryden.

Public reception of such a collection, were it to achieve wider circulation, would likely result in its immediate condemnation by moral authorities. Physicians might reasonably classify these works as manifestations of nervous disorder requiring treatment with cold water therapy or other modern remedies for mental excitation.

The only commendable aspect of this peculiar manuscript is its potential utility for alienists studying the pathology of disordered thinking. Otherwise, "The Queen in Blue" represents a troubling departure from literature's proper functions of moral instruction and rational entertainment. Readers of sound constitution are advised to avoid this collection entirely lest its infectious imaginings disturb their mental equilibrium.

Two stars out of five.

— Reviewed by Professor Thaddeus Blackwood, D.D.
Chair of Moral Philosophy, —— College, Oxford

Publisher's Note: Following submission of this review, Prof. Blackwood has taken indefinite leave from his academic duties due to what colleagues describe as "a nervous condition precipitated by extensive research." His physician reports that the professor has developed an unusual fixation on his bedroom wallpaper and insists on sleeping with multiple mirrors facing the wall."

Wednesday, March 5, 2025

[Poem] A Nation of Rabbits

 By Emmit Other

I wonder as I marvel

I wonder and think

Where are the violent angry rebels

Where is the ungovernable yankee?

One guy in three hundred million

Went Revolutionary

Protests dont stop the slavery

But even the blood thirsty thugs bide their time

Holding their powder dry

We are capable of any violence Efrafa style

But what I see are Farmers rabbits

Let free from the cage

You can see freedom

Taste it

And yet

You cower in confusion

The ungovernable need no feckless bribed leaders

 But that is not what I see

I see bunnnies

 

Friday, February 28, 2025

Something To Do On Boycott Day

youtube link

11 hours of my short stories and writer comments

Sunday, February 23, 2025

Monday, February 17, 2025

[Poem] When You Arent Free

 By Emmit Other

People assume

A dictatorship begins

When the secret police are at your door

To drag you into the night

But its already started for most

The most free people

Are now 

Not

Freedom starts in your heart and mind

Navalny in Russia

Was free until the day he died

Even though his country wasnt

The media self censors for the Gulf of America

The Senate approves Trumps Nominations

Many believe them good

More believe they were approved from fear

Being careful in dark times doesnt make you a slave

If you have a purpose

If you have a mission

If you wait and hope to make men free

And say The Gulf of America 

For the greater good

Them you are a free man in a police state

But if you say it 

To comply 

To just do your job

To just not have the emails

From angry constituents

To just stay off the radar

Of the scary man

Or if you take delight in the fear

Of making others say it

You are not free

How do you truly know?

If you have to ask the question

You are already in the queue

To be a slave

And you only get off of it

When you decide

Who you will be

And what you will do

Saturday, February 15, 2025

[Poem] Noah's Raft

 By Emmit Other

I want you to imagine

A big raft

With every living thing on Earth 

And the ocean is acid

Now

I want you to imagine

That Maga took axes and chopped it up

Because they have

Ignore what they say

Because the curse they have brought down on themselves

Cant be measured in mere Karma

We are talking Old Testament Curses

First Born Angel of Death Stuff

Any god that cares for non human life

Would have jurisdiction alone

Does God not know every sparrow that falls?

The laws of thermodynamics

Dont give a shit

About the mouthfarts maga vomits

They are liars

And i will no longer regard them as reasoning

But as sure as the sun will rise

Everything in the spirit world

That cares about anything alive

Sees the Mark of Evil on their forehead

And most of us living see it too

We dont need a Zombie Apocalypse

We are already in one

The Living Death walk among us

And they are going to be made to pay

For every suffering they have caused

Until the debt is paid

Their right to Karma is stripped

They can never pay it back

Never

And I smile

And smile

And smile

At every single moment of their suffering

And there will be reckoning

Many are already experiencing it

Many are shocked to find we can be angry too

And none will pity them

None but the sickest of centrists

But Karma knows their debt too

And they will be paid in kind as well

Well

Well

Well 

Paid

Indeed

Friday, February 14, 2025

There Is No Love In The World

 It is Valentine's Day and the world is full of hate.  For the first time in my life, my natural reaction is to withdraw rather than rush into the streets and pound people in the face (which is why I have not ever and will not ever EVER join a protest).  Alas, this is not a time where one can do that, but I will leave the what to better people than I.   There are general strikes and protests and yes you should write your congressthings.

Do all the things.

But as and mayhap before you do, take a breath.  As a writer, when I wear that hat, I am an entertainer.  And that means reading and empathizing with my audience in a live reading or podcast or simply sitting down and writing.  And in that capacity I have learned a few things you might find useful.

You cannot give if you are an empty shell.  Self care was important during covid and its more important now.   Eat.  Read.  Exercise.  Find a routine that lets you balance staying connected and also letting your batteries recharge.   If you are empty they will break you, and they want to break you.   And if you break you have no idea how many people around you might break too.  Maybe no one cares, maybe more people than you can imagine are counting on you.  Hell, maybe your neighbors you barely speak to need you to wave and say hello every day.  Keeping it together is half the battle.

And about that.

Be there for people.  Reach out to friends and family with empathy.  Be more available because in the times to come we will all need each other.  Trust will be at a premium and the people you are there for now will be there for you later.   Vent.   Reminiss.   Ask how they are doing.  Empathy and kindness are our greatest weapons against hate and ignorance.   Joy is the kryptonite of the current regime but Joy is a long term investment; it must be real and cannot be forced. 

You cannot clap harder to make joy happen.   Build something together; anything.  A house, an app,  a play, a school.  There is no greater sense of accomplishment when the world is falling apart than pushing against the tide and making something real happen.

And above all, if you have a romantic interest; be romantic today.   Symbols matter and right now they matter a ton.  Show love.  Show that you care.

One day at a time.

Thursday, February 13, 2025

[Poem] The Case For Vegetarianism for Four Years

 By Emmit Other

I kid you not

With not the least bit of hyperbole

I eat spagettios with meat balls

Out of the can

Like a fucking bachelor hobo

And I read

RFK Jr approved by senate

And I suddenly imagine

Sticking in the spoon

And pulling out dead rat head

I dont care what you publicly say

But if I were you

i would get my drugs from Canada

And skip meat

Until we get a real person

In charge of enforcing federal law

Sunday, February 9, 2025

[Poem] American Sports Are Fascism

 By Emmit Other

The year is 1936

And Jesse Owens

A black man

And one of the most athletic humans to ever live

Kicks Nazi Ass

So pathetic White American Sports Nazis

Took his medal

And he didnt get it back

Til decades after he died

Colin Kaepernick knelt to protest racism

And got reamed by the Capitalist owners

And right wing filth

And now a man who tears apart hospitals and farms

And his filth followers cheer even as he makes them unemployed too

The Monopolist NFL removed anti racist slogans

Sports is always a powerful symbol

And America is a fascist state

So be a fascist and watch and cheer your team

But American Sports is Fascism when it is run by a fascist

I dont care what you say or babble

What is is what is

Sports is for meatheads anyway

You do you

But if you particpate in the stuperbowl today

Even the fucking commercials

ESPECIALLY the fucking commercials

You endorse fascism

Monday, February 3, 2025

[Poem] Echoes Of Time

 By Emmit Other

He frowned and yelled

When CNN

(The most honest network in history really wink wink)

Showed Palestinians cheering when the towers fell

But 

Because

People who only live to own the libs

Have no

Honor values morals love empathy compassion

Except for contempt for those things

Twenty three years later

He cheered just like the faked footage of Palestinians

Leaping up and down

And blowing balloons and dancing

When the ICE agents

Opened in live fire

On a peaceful protest

It became a family thing

Once a week

They melted butter and popped popcorn

And watched the murders of the week

They had pleading for your life like a liberal bingo

Eventually making liberals participate in gladiatorial games

Because the most popular Maga past time

Blood

They thirst

For

Our

Blood

Wednesday, January 29, 2025

[Poem] Just Kidding

 By Emmit Other

The Center Right in Germany

voted w the nazi AfD

Days after Holocaust Remembrance

And days after Leon Stink

Said forget about the past

Germany lied

Germany loves Nazis

Europe plays around w Nazis

it has no moral authority to mock America

And the Center Right

In Germany

should be banned with the AfD

conservatism leads to fascism

Capitalism leads to fascism

The next time you speak to a German

Remind them of this day

Like a Dog to its Vomit

Tuesday, January 28, 2025

Update

Illness, family visit and employment faie drama theater have all sucked my will to write but at about 30k in armor of stone, and progressing on other items, ready to kick up The Queen in Blue to high gear and likely to resume on Grenadmen vs the lich since momentum on armor is very slow

Friday, January 10, 2025

[Poem] Clapping For Jedi Guadians

 By Emmit Other 

Aging Octagonaeian Boomers

Are yet again 

Demanding the Obligatory Bluewho Clap

For the Jedi Guardians

Who Died defending the Jedi Temple Children

From Darth Vader

Ignoring the Fact

That the Fallen Aging Ossified and Disgusting Jedi Order

Had everything that happened to it coming

(Except the murdered children)

Because they MADE Darth Vader

Yes Vader is responsible for his actions

And so are the jedi

Both have the childrens blood on their hands

And their abject useless failure at projecting them

By falling like dupes in a manufactured war

Hardly makes them objects of celebration

The democraps like to harp

About how they are the party of truth

And republicans arent

And yet the lich Nancy Pelosi stole the leadership seat from AOC

There is no plan

There has never been a plan

Biden is an incredibly unpopular president

Democrats take blame for nothing

Spit on the left

And expect us to vote in 2028

For the next centrist South Carolina selected

Milktoast compromise blue dog candidate

Nope.