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
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.
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.
by Emmit Other
Sitting here celebrating 250
By listening to Hamilton
Its not politics
Its beyond that
In 1776
They didnt know about
1789
We had a good run
And then our heart broke
And we swallowed our shadow
I have been a prophet in the wilderness
Calling out Big Tech and Big Fascism
And now my voice is but one in a chorus
Hear me now then
The players now will be in a history book
Whether that is apdf in your compliance chip
Screaming an 8 minute hate into the telescreen
Or a barouqe hand crafted organic tome
Under lights powered by solar
In a warm tropical sky where climate is controlled
Like the themostat in your room
Depends on the people you least want to decide it
But I still believe in Stark Trek Solarpunk Utopia
I still believethe right can prevail
But only
If Good stops being
Kind of Dumb
