b you b true

we fight the urge to be reclusive 

and elusive and we 

steady the emotional storm 

beam our sign 

irreverent into the heart 

of American darkness 

persuasive? i could give a fuck 

we are true we are real and 

pervasive

#katyamills

m x memory -x

Some of the worlds future sentient leaders were highly unpopular and broadcast to greater and greater audiences, as things go. They were encumbered by their attachments to suffix  -ism. This negative attention, when laid on the predominant power brokers of the world, led only to a bookmark and GPS tracking of said leaders' activity. In cases where philosophies clashed severely, and the fingered one's ideas were one-up on the current laws....well, such a threat had to be diminished or concealed, for the fair sake of not allowing culture to regress to old, unevolved, dangerous world orders that could threaten if not topple the current oceanic centered calmness of semi-conducted experience.

Controlled violent force was given the go ahead to help deter the practice of uncontrolled violent force. The former could have been demonized for its inherent unnaturalness and malevolence, but it was not. Something had to carry the agenda. When they could no longer protest in the streets, the people filed suit against different aspects of the hidden agenda, determined to take it apart piece by piece.  In 2021, there was the case of the people versus non-acceptance. Followed in 2022 by the case of the people versus fear-based  reaction. In 2023, a brilliant public defender came out of nowhere to lead the charge of the people versus judgment (the case had been subject to a continuance, however, as the first stenographer mistyped 'judgement' with the gratuitous -e). The powers-that-be consulted with the powers-that-would-be and made plans to stall the accusatory suits in ineffectual administrative law courts all over the world.

Still, diversion of matters dear to sentients -- culture formation and process, length of time standing in lines, availability of redskin potatoes and jasmine rice -- could not hold long, and it was inevitable that the parties involved would be located via electronic footprint and held accountable for their wrongful insertion of old morality plays into further advanced cultural norms, and the harsh treatment against common citizens everywhere embracing the here and now, thrown into confusion by an outdated system which caught them up in an eddy on the stream of otherwise wonderful and vibrant, open diversity of life and light, awareness, energy, and empathic love and compassion never before realized by any species anywhere. This very moment had become so valuable to so many who laid their lives down to resist the confused minority with its majority power still (financial, real estate still held) influencing and disorienting the natural way.

number 4

I thought i was pretty damn cool and i didnt have a cigarette hanging off my lip and i hadnt died by 27 like all the rock stars, no, the stars are bright the stars are light the stars come out tonight and its fresh after the rains and i think im pretty cool but i don't rock the latest iphone or anything, i don't even broadcast on Instagram, the night is here and these quiet hours are mine all mine, cause im feeling pretty righteous but i dont subscribe to no religion, no, i got my own apartment and im an independent woman and an independent author, i think im pretty cool but im not on any bestseller lists, i think im pretty sweet but you wouldnt wanna cross me, no, i dont own any guns im no Hunter S. Thompson but i do believe in civil rights, ya, i dont drink or carry a medical maryjane card, i light up pumpkin candles and let my cats run free, but ive learned im only as capable as i believe i can be,  ya, you and me can only make it if we give it our all, dripping wet with paint off the canvas in the hall, i think im pretty cool, but not because of anything i have or anybody you think i am, no, i like to keep my blood pumping and circulating through the web, call it an obsession and it might be in my head, but if the motivation is to shine a light for anyone in the darkness, the hope, and these long early hours of quiet and calm so the life i have lived which has by no means been nice can channel through me to the distant lands where life is something terrible and senseless, and someone needs some help or to know you're not alone, to find you and discover your story of survival- of dreaming- of reality- of you and me together through the thick layers of media glaze that keeps us groping in the haze, our heads held high, uncool, unfashionable, looking like losers getting old, feeling like freaks, impoverished on the streets sometimes, depressed for fuckin weeks, without a friend in the world, burnin through bridges and pages and pages, ceaseless in our inquiry, agnostic to the core, fighting for the mystery, in love with number 4.

k by k selfie at home

you have the universal human right to move on

I am sad to have to say goodbye to old friends, but there is nothing to be done anymore to salvage a friendship sometimes, and though my friends may not wanna accept my walking away, walk away I will 'cause there is nothing there anymore, just pain. I am very sad to have to say goodbye and mean it. And then they reach out again to see if they can word something just right to cause me enough trouble grasping what they are suggesting, this old friend takes the pin and buries it subcutaneous and deeper towards my heart, hoping to touch me again in that dreadful yet stale way, to force me back into the dead patterns of negative thought and feeling and relating. And I resist as best I can. For what will it matter how I respond or how vehemently I disagree with what they are suggesting has happened, or some way they think I am responsible for the troubles in their lives? For sure I am equally flawed and in my life have brought storms and darkness upon my own world. I am no better than anybody, though I have my talents and gifts. I am trying not to waste them anymore. I am busy writing books, can you not see? I am busy hoping and dreaming and living in new light. I believe I must move on. I have the right to do so. There is no marriage, there are no vows to hold me here in this heart of mutual misery. I ask that anyone who once called themselves a friend, or still considers themselves a friend of someone who has expressed an interest in freedom to move on and be left alone, ought to consider this: THE UNIVERSAL DECLARATION OF HUMAN RIGHTS    and regain your composure and consciousness and self-respect by ceasing all activities contrary to the basic principles, stop phoning, stop texting, stop emailing, stop cramming your commentary and opinions under the door! Cease and desist in all communications and not limited to the five basic senses by which we perceive one another in this world! Unfortunately you have lost your right to my ever expansive circle of light, and so much as I know, I have lost my right to yours. I can light a candle for you, for sure, and wish you the very best (and get well soon). I have tried and tried for so long to restore a pathway between our hearts, like the one we first knew, but the conditions are no longer safe and the bridge has been devastated and fallen and sunk to the bottom of our sea of tears. I am sorry to see you go, sorry for the loss of a once great friendship. Now I must move on without you.