[Poem] Good King Yurtle Ruled His Sandbox

by Emmit Other

Humans is Humans
And that's a fact.
Nothing wrong with it.
Oh what a magnificent creature is man
Yada. Etc. Etc. Etc.
And with humans comes the dark side
Gossip
Jealousy
In Fighting
We have a choice
In This Short Life of Ours
To Rise Above
Or Sink Below
But if you Rise
Rise for Real
Don't go through the motions
Like Good King Yurtle
Slow and Ponderous
Was his Mein
Universal Fairness
Did he obtain
One law for all
In his tiny sandbox
Turtle droppings aside
But the King played favorites
Oh yes he did
All for the guy
Who his zipper undid
And ole king Yurtle
Did Snap and Command
And many a friendship
Did his fury disband
Left and Right
His Banning Chop
Slashed hapless users
From his sandbox slop
But in the end
Even Yurtle did bow
To the disgusting turdness
Of his favorite sow
And so did turdlet
Go by and by
And offer Yurtle
a chance at the High
Ethics could rule
And justice could matter
But Yurtle ignored it
Watch his dignity splatter
No honor
No truth
Just an angry scowl
Yurtle the Turtle
Did sputter and howl
For Yurtle's sandbox
It leaked like a siv
Beware Mr. Fair King
Lest he give you the Shiv.

[Poem] It's Official, I'm Fictional

by Emmit Other

I'm not just from a fictional reality
I'm for practical purposes as a writer
Fictional
Worn bundles of words
Stacking up like cardboard corpes
Piled all around me
Not the bottom of my heart
But proof that the same number of robots
Viewed my test
As view the call for Rhombus's facebook page
In other words
No one reads this
A tumbleweed in the literary world
So while nominally an extrovert
I've finally found my introvert
At this point
There is no reason to scribe
Even for my poetry
Except that which I choose to
This is for me
And me alone
Thus gentle reader
My reader is myself
And I can live with that
I wish you well
We are only just beginning.

A poor shadow of a facebook page

Hello my robot friends, I think EP was right to start putting robots in the podcast, it makes more sense now.

Here is my new facebook page.  Sadly it is only an author page.

https://www.facebook.com/rhombusticks2/

Second post to distinguish humans from robots, please dont click

So by my count my blog actually has like...nine readers.

I suppose that's more than 0.....

If human, please don't click. I wanna see how many robots I have.

I get 30-36 impressions per post.  I have a lot of friends...and a lot of friends who mark surprise when clicking my blog.  This post and the next post tomorrow are designed to be tests to see how many people are ACTUALLY reading my blog vs bots of one form or another.

GOPeeian Rhapsody

Check out this episode!

Losing my Facebook Account

Losing my facebook account to Humans on Earth kind of sucked.  You'd think I wouldn't care right? I mean these were TC's friends, and its not like TC didnt't find another guy (Thom) to take over from another dimension, but its isn't the same thing.  I was able to talk to people as ME, not as some random potato weird guy from the Republic of Americastan.  It hit me a lot harder than I would have thought.

So I'm moving back to New Orleans, at least for a while.  The Everglades are just not the same quality of swap as Lousisiana.  I return to my old shack only to find it condemned.  No big deal to me.  I just tear off the boards but suddenly realize that this is not so easy as just returning home.

I don't have a job here any more.  My occasional busking or sheer luck or ability to see supernatural creatures has made me enough money to survive in Miami, but there is nothing here.  And I can hear the shelling in the distance.  The war has started all over again, shortest peace in North American history.  And I don't want anything to do with it.

I briefly wonder if I should learn what EP has about how to physically travel between worlds, but decide against it.  It seems to come at a terrible price, even if I am unsure what that might be.  I briefly consider some of my contacts and astrally project on the Bridge to Everywhere and ask them if they have any local contacts.

I find a Talking Harp (not a singing, don't ever ask her to sing) who knows a local Nephilim who is looking for a pizza delivery driver for some SELECT clientelle and it pays pretty well.  It's not perfect, but it will keep the kerosine lamps on.  A job is a job is a job.