Friday, March 6, 2026

I address the question of questions of meanings of intent of purpose of use of good or hurt or banal or beautiful or message hidden within the question?!?!

Hello! How are you? HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM? What do you want? Why do you ask me this? What do you really want? I see you glancing! Your eyes your gestures you I digress not! I regress not I address the question it's Layers laires lies lasting Questions within that one Seeming question , not simple At all, complex to the max Not to be, no, not taken no Lightly no , darkly maybe Banal conversation leading To break the ice, well, we NOW, more than ever to break ICE, be done with ICE, be gone Banished forever, for one for all As the true evil that you so are!

SOME of my poems and quick jots and notations, scribbled quickly and without any further edit as they are on scraps of paper recycled and not forgotten, and today scanned on my EPSON scanner Friday, March 6th, 2026 at 2:30PM as I get ready to copy them here and share them soon with you all!

My poems and notations, thoughts, feelings. observations, reactions and more - as is - on scraps - anything to write on before I would forget these various trains of thought and inspirations, and things I felt the need to put down on paper NOW, ahora, agora, tout suite - vraiment - rapido amigos amigas todos! Ola, hola, salut, caio! Anthony Alan Quinn 3/6/2026 Typing for the first time in a long time on my LENOVA laptop computer! Cheers!

Thursday, March 5, 2026

You know It's Bac When It's a fucking Daymare & not Just a nightmare Non-stop Marefare Brother can you spare A break?!

You know It's a
fucking Daymare & not Just a Nightmare Non-stop
marefare Brother can you spare A break?
a Washington DC , Il fait tres beau! Vendredi midi 9/2021 written on the back of a @MeerlustEstate wine RED 2015 from #stellenbosch , #SouthAfrica, a label I cul off from the box the wine came to us at Cleveland Park Wine and Spirits in Washington DC, 20008. My way of preserving bits of the past and using what I have to work on! Cheers, Anthony Alan Quinn Now it is Thursday March 5th, 2026, 3:49PM chez Quinn as I type for the very first time once again on my @LenovaIdeaPad110 #IntelInside #Homi #OneKeyRecovery #USB3.0 A watercolor I did in a series of six, the size of a wine label, on watercolor paper with a deep darker blue watercolor inspired by the ocean! Tony

Friday, February 6, 2026

Playing hash tag you are it when we are not it as that is the it or not we like

Liken that bit of licken
LOVE That Soooooo --------- Let it out LET IT in ----\ Most of all ------- have a ball --- -AND be BRAVE enough to -------- HASH it out with others ------ JUST say it------ Dite -le! Habla amigo , es muy importante ----- BE willing go FACE CABESA VISAGE ---- The Consequences -----Sequences ----Suspenses! 2/6/2026 Happy Friday! 3:17pm now!

Thursday, July 31, 2025

I have lived and love and like, listen more, learn extra, suffer pains in not knowing, now realizing I was never meant to

I was called out to my face more / than once , he walked twenty / steps over ourcul-de-sac to say / our midnight walk in the dark / around their yard, at first they / did not us recognize - our dog / and me sniffing around forvred / fox and just the right spot to / poop was not cool! Said twice / thrice , I listened, said it / would never happen again and / now when walking make a wide //arc around to never again there / walk and have not since much said / my tesponse so cool and deliberate / i simply am cool even when not!

Wednesday, July 30, 2025

I drone on yes Idrone on my self entitling thrown not knowing, nowhere understanding I don’t faith the mold

i'm an utter selfpity cruiser sore loser No one have I let in choosing, so I thought my self-others-battles are purely all mine to sulk to envy and gather all togethefmy prise my demise my utter i position mine to laugh at, smirk at, laude so loudly yeah feeling thecwear wore tears tear utter cum- pleae quick NOW such despair! so ighty is my constant falling,mydroning on and on, my self spying unforgiving yes despising ! That con a constant darkening where lightening would so served me all the better to be unobstructed mypathmyvery own, and yet I set off many drones all in the mightynameto roam, to gather much- needed informations to plan myevery new forms. I am home on the phone I am played on my iPad there's no love out there, just that illusive deal promise a surface of blurry faced fakes faking their every gesture their empty faces those smiles as about sincere as liesrepeated to make me feel so athome and comfort alone Mygut saysotherwise, myin and out soooo about stincts X Y Z 2 A B C say don't this buy into I'll be your honey, we can later talk money Come to daddy, your momma needs you, we are family and our blood calls out our names it's only in our real pain that we live at all

All we care to feel, that we can feel is another’s pain in our own pai

we drain others , toss them out, abuse, gossip, believe their lies, we don't want to think, we do not know how to feel, we never have that been that taught, simply taut, never ever real as in relaxed, only taught or shown or pushd yes, to compete, to lick, to destroy, to rob and laugh at and gloat, to watch them try to reach as they cross the moat! the crocs will eat them, we will watch with an intentness that is purely mad, our glad that we get from their destruction , puts on pause our own pain! like a climax to willingly climb, we max max lose our grip our tracks, and consumed whole , for fractions of a split second, die or worse , we live that's all we have, we root for it, we slave others so we do not have to slave, at least at orfor that, brats we are, bitches, too, carved into, branded, molded, used - shoved to that - lowliest of lowest livings that render usinefectual, and in no danger of ever waking up from this trance a promised by them romance that was never EVER meant to be as instead
dead living was always the goal the aim of others for us!
inspired by the dress rehearsal rag in part, in part, by giving you what you want, if I sugar-coat IT it simply does not ring true!
Hurry - you have tomake that bus! you don't know it, but your butts are ours and will always slave and toil to please satisfy glorify US ! Chosen by us, for us, all about us, NEVER about you!