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[Poem] Reality Check

 By Emmit Other

Do you pay your taxes?

Well if someone threatened your life if you didn't

Would you?

What if they came into your home

And LIVED THERE?

Blue State Americans are Still Americans

And yes

The military can KILL all of us

But it can't

And won't

WORK

If you enslave the blue states

And there is more population 

And more money 

The US Military 

Even if it cooperates

NEEDS MONEY

Money it WILL NOT GET

If the blue states revolt

The red states

(Except Texas and Floriduh)

CANNOT FUNCTION

without the blue

[Poem] The Mirrored Ball

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The Queen In Blue

Zero Vs One The podcast is waiting until October to do the five stanzas of I, Hastur for the Halloween season.   After which, look forward to me reading Harmonia Mundi from Water and Glass.   Then I will do The Greatest Potato Ever Told; the Ultimate Lord Potato Christmas Special.   This will give me time to finish The King Is Dead which I will read next.

There may be a kickstarter for the final book and story of the Queen in Blue.

Meanwhile here is a poem.

The Queen in Blue - The Case of the Quotidian Man

In this latest installment from the “5th Letter from Rhombus Ticks to E.P. Blingermeyer” series, detective Quiescence Prow — a rationalist legend who has debunked the paranormal for decades — stumbles into something he can’t dismiss: real magic. It begins with a spitting cuckoo clock in a retro bowling alley, a snake-skinned man visible only in mirrors, and a masked woman under some unseen compulsion.

Prow’s methodical tests confirm the impossible. The “Quotidian Man” is a magical predator who uses a cursed mask to feed off his wife’s despair, while keeping her powerless to prove his infidelity. Against his own rules, Prow intervenes — unmasking a victim and setting off a quiet war. Months later, he finds the ex-wife in ruin, offers her a strange form of rescue involving cash, occult cleansings, and patient listening, and helps her rebuild her life from the ground up.

Along the way, coincidences begin stacking like fate itself is tipping the scales. The mask is sealed away deep underground. The Quotidian is framed just enough to keep him locked up. And Prow — still unwilling to call it magic — ensures no one else will ever suffer from it again.

This is a noir-fantasy collision: part private-eye grit, part moral fable, part supernatural cold war. The case ends without glory, but with just enough justice to matter.

The Queen in Blue - The Lost Story

Calling My Work AI

Negative reviews, amature and professional assholes telling me to stop writing, people taking copies to read and becoming a black hole, writing for free and then having no interest in returning the favor, on and on and on I could stand and kept writing.

Calling my work AI is soul killing; the next time you see someone attacking AI know they may only care about their own art and not give a shit about anyone else. An already difficult task is near impossible. anarchs and anti technologists seem unethical and unempathetic as fuck

The Queen in Blue - Queen to Rook Black

his isn’t just a poem. This is the spine-crack heard across the dreamlands.

In this episode of Queen to Rook Black, we go deep—deep—into the metaphysical engine room of the Queen in Bluemythos. Rhombus Ticks uncovers a poem so saturated with cosmic implication it rewrites the board: not just who’s playing the game, but what pieces mean what. The Black Rook stands revealed—not as a mere chess metaphor, but a literal necromantic waystation at the edge of death, memory, and myth. A cyborg warden, Blackjack, serves as its keeper. But today, he’s not in charge.

Because today, She comes.

The Queen in Blue arrives unannounced to rewrite the rules. And behind her? The Spirit of Humanity, skyscraper-tall, drenched in mourning, dragging a dirge of pipers to the gates of annihilation. She is ready to die. And she has good reason.

But the Queen isn't ready to let her.

What unfolds is no mere negotiation—it’s a showdown of archetypes. Dignity and despair. Mercy and judgment. Dream and entropy. The Queen reveals her rank not through force, but through checkmate. A single word—wait—freezes doom itself in its tracks.

In this episode, we bear witness to a metaphysical intervention: the literal salvation of humanity’s soul by a being whose only weapon is benevolence wrapped in unbearable truth. We explore the hidden laws of the dead, the forbidden contracts of the archetypal, and the strategic brilliance of the Queen’s play.

This isn’t horror. It’s prophecy.

And the game’s not over.

The Queen in Blue - The Lost Story