[Poem] Sometimes It Isnt Enough

 by Emmit Other

Sometimes the good guys lose

And sometimes you do everything you can

And burn the candle at both ends

And find new ways to cut the knot

More than you ever have before

Longer days and more doors knocked

And sometimes

It is still not enough

We all have a breaking point

And you can blame invisible powers

Or harmful prayers that pretend to help

Or blood curses

Or the stars

Or even your own damn self

And sometimes you can defy the odds over and over again

But there is one reaper who always wins

For there will be death

Long after there is taxes

And in the end

It isnt what you do

But what you tried that matters

And your own standard you chose

And I ahve done my best

And will until the last tick of the clock

The last

Tick

Of the clock

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Status Update

Chapter 1 of GMVZ

Same here. 

Still continuing to work on all projects; but need to focus on selling the new ones so will be accelerating a process that had been on hold while I sought employment.   More details to come.

[Poem] Last at Dodgeball

 by Emmit Other

What goes up

Then comes down

Age discrimination

Shame of Cone

Too old to work

To young to retire

And when you die

None will inspire

No good deed goes unpunished.

No good deed goes unpunished.

No good deed goes unpunished.

The worst supernatural trick ever played on me

Wasnt the shovels to the face.

I'm used to the filthy habits of Gods

And other invisible powers

I reciprocate

No its shadows

That make you worry

And taunt you to act

But after a while

You realize

If its false

Silence is your ally

And if it strue

(And this time it likely is)

Silence is still your ally.

Because this time

For once

Its not your fault.

[Poem] Ambrosia Salad

 By Emmit Other

Animate golems of sapient jello

Given life on the dream plane

Asked me

Am I going to the Phantasmagoria Ball

And I answered "Maybe"

But I know at the molecular level

The invitation was sent

As a joke among the maids

Who took bets among my wrath

Or indifference

But the truth is

The Yellow King is a subject I already did

And is old news

And boring

And now its just a matter of waiting

For the kickstarter

And cleaning up

The mess

Status Update

 On the road rn from attending my sister's wedding so not word count updates but made progress on all projects; Grenademan vs the Lich, Armor of Stone, I asherah, and the King is Dead.   And I have finished the first draft of the latter.   Today is the one year aniversary where anarchists censored my bluesky account for daring to defend AOC.

We will see how they like my new novella.

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 I'm nearly done w my best novella yet "The King is Dead" and it's solar punk; but I bring the receipts. The problem with Solar Punk is it doesnt answer the question of "how do we get there?" the same problem that anarchism refuses to answer. You need to show the price paid for it; the scars of what is being healed from but also the price paid for utopia.

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