[Poem] Pacto del Olvida

Anyone who thinks I write with Gen AI except on the one blog where it is pretty fucking clearly marked with the pseudonym I use it for is welcome to a live streamed video conference where I write a poem on any subject they fucking like...in 5 minutes or less, but if I do, then they go to a public urinal and scoop the water right in their filthy lying mouth.

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[Poem] Was It Worth It

by Emmit Other

You lined up the pawn

like ducks in a row

then you sent a human missile

and they put on a show

the Perils of Pauline

was just Ventriliquist's throw

but the target took a left turn

and started to go

So you upped the ante

and then you hit low

Using every quivver

unleashed cupids poisened tip bow

But the watcher is watched

And the puppets in tow

theres a meaning to recurisve

but I dont think you know

that the reaping you has planned

isnt going to sow

For you cannot trick the trickster

Who has bribed your own shadow

We dont need what you think

Or even what we allow

The Queen in Blue - Destiny's Belfry

In this pulse-pounding solo episode, Rhombus Ticks cracks open a sealed folio containing what appears to be a redacted police report crossed with a metaphysical vigilante tale. What follows is the story of Manfred, a techno-vigilante from another dimension stranded in noir-era Los Angeles, navigating Nazi infiltration, occult conspiracies, and something far, far worse.

Manfred uses ultratech gear and brutal efficiency to infiltrate a fascist ritual taking place inside the Hugh-Gryss building—a twisted octagonal temple adorned with cicada symbology and ritual sex magic. As he attempts to liberate prisoners trapped in blood-draining silk columns, he confronts an otherworldly horror: a musclebound, worm-haired creature summoned via obscene pageantry. What begins as a stealth operation spirals into cosmic panic as Manfred realizes that he may be outgunned not just technologically—but spiritually.

Meanwhile, Ticks frames the whole tale as a disturbing anachronism: a case file sealed by a federal judge in 1943, commented on by the CIA and FBI for decades, and apparently "found" decades before it could have happened. Is this folio a prophecy? A confession? A metaphor? Or a glimpse into a war fought between timelines?

The Queen in Blue - The Lost Story

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[Poem] Yippy Little Dogs

by Emmit Other

they say

they say

they say

they say imma bot

laugh track on

thats nice

thats nice

they dont have a thought

no gods masters

masterbating doublethink acrobats

arguing with each other

arguing with their dog

using the tools of hierachy

while they fuck a lincoln log

misfits and weirdos

i thought they were cool

until i saw just gow cruel

these dog rapin assholes

their dicks got hard

their dicks got hard

their dicks got hard

to kick me while down

their fucks got long

hear them moan

like a revolutionary prostite

and i aint talking courtesan

cause aint they cute

i mean a five dollar briefcase

corproate suit

mutual aid and empathy like to project

but its really just their amway

that theyre trying to proteect

if you cross em they will fuck your cat

and you want some proof

let me show its where its at

libertarians are posers

cause they dont donate to party

put their money where their mouth is

their belches are farty

and lookin at the anarchists

theyre just a fucking hypocrit

cause if they make you other

then they really dint give a shit

liberals got problems

that the narcnarcs will mock

but when it comes to empathy

dey fucking a sock

[Poem] An Enemy For Life

by Emmit Other

the Cult known as Anarchism

Decided to repeat the mistakes

of the Barcelona Anarchs

and stab antifascist forces in the back

While fighting nazis

They are faithless allies

and cost me my account

Long after we beat the nazis

Long after the Palestians Are Made Whole

I will remember

I am on this earth

Barring a Nazi or Anarch Bullet

For a few more decades

and I will remember their Dog Rape Pile

I will remember the backstabbing they did

Kolektiva made me hold anarchs in contempt

Now they have my hate

Smoldering

Eternal

Vicious

They laugh because they won this round

But I will win the war

I left one cult

and to fly had to forgive and move on

But this is a cult I never belonged to

Fair game for my higher self

The Cult of Anarchism does not change

Their lies to themselves

Are always variants in the same theme

No one takes them seriously

But I now do

And I will change in any way I need to

To make them pay for Yesterday

After Much Consideration-New Writing Alias

Including truly cringe narcs saying that I am crashing, I have decided to engage in self reflection of my error and thoughtcrimes agaisnt the Unthority... Ergo I am changing my writing name from Rhombus Ticks To Rhombus R. Ticks R being Rude, which was bestowed by technofascists and narchs who like to kick people like the bullies they are.