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Mighty morphing 'super' is super depressed

Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 8:26 am
by secretnude
Pseudoman
can
morph into anything
while preserving
his existing mass
and volume.

Pseudoman
can
consume
matter to grow
and expel mass so
he can
resume
existence as a man
sized entity
that has the ability
grow
so
many pseudopods
and look totally odd.

Pseudoman
is a lonely man
that isn't really a man
or a human
since his planet Izgon
is gone.

Pseudoman
can
be chronically depressed.

Pseudoman
does repress
the depression
by trying
to save people as a 'super'
which is better
than crying
and lying
in Pseudoman's
fail
pail
where he rest
when Pseudoman
isn't at his best.

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Don't worry about the dead... they will respawn...

Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 8:54 am
by secretnude
Pseudoman
does have many Posthuman
fans
since Pseudoman
can
save a city
from a tsunami
by eating up wave
after wave
of seawater like Pseudoman
did a decade ago
in Tokyo,
Japan.

Pseudoman
is quite depressed
that
he can't save everyone
and that
almost all of Pseudoman's
species
is gone
since his planet Izgon
is gone.

I reminded Pseudoman
that these Posthumans
can elect
to resurrect
if their brain backups are up to date.

Pseudoman
does hate
mortality
since Pseudoman
knows that for his species it might be
too late
and mortality
even if temporary
does have a haunting quality.

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Re: Secretnude's Drabble Poetry Corner

Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 9:02 am
by strawman
This strange forum is a kind of virtual family which offers up a virtual Happy Birthday song to secretnude, with a virtual birthday cake, candled and named.

We cannot virtually judge, because we virtually do not know, and sometimes when we judge we decide ridiculous things, like awarding the Drabblecast Chalice of Glory to a Hate-the-neighbor's-dog story.

What I mean to say is that your brain tumor may well be responsible for your feelings, and you seem to get your inspiration from those same feelings. So the tumor might be like the symbiant parasite, driving the secretnude spaceship, as it were. (I know my little bugger likes the phrase "as it were", so I throw the dog a bone).

In any case, this one thing I know: it isn't possible to fly on the hatred of your neighbor's dog's neighbor's family. Like kamikaze, that ship's purpose is to crash into yourself.
The nut that curses the tree, curses itself.

...and other platitudes.

So, you see?

A virtual non fake birthday cake that I can gladly take

Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 11:06 am
by secretnude
Thanks for the non fake
virtual cake
that I take
with pleasure
since sincerity, I treasure.

My family has been sadly
dysfunctional
even before I was born.

Sadly
my mom
was born
into a dysfunctional
family.

My tumor
has little to contribute
to the feelings
since even prior
to the tumor
I remember not feeling
loved by my mom
since mom
sadly
had
issues that badly
impacted her parenting
of her boys that
are now refraining
from forming
families of their own
since our history hath
shown
that
defects of your own
can be passed down
generations with a frown.
strawman wrote:This strange forum is a kind of virtual family which offers up a virtual Happy Birthday song to secretnude, with a virtual birthday cake, candled and named.

We cannot virtually judge, because we virtually do not know, and sometimes when we judge we decide ridiculous things, like awarding the Drabblecast Chalice of Glory to a Hate-the-neighbor's-dog story.

What I mean to say is that your brain tumor may well be responsible for your feelings, and you seem to get your inspiration from those same feelings.

Our Family is Drabblecast strange... strangely unloving

Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 11:24 am
by secretnude
I recently confronted Dad
with the sad
fact
that our Mom in fact
never hugged her kids
or told her kids
that she loved them and I don't kid.

Dad
sadly
didn't challenge my allegations
since it's the truth
and the truth
isn't cute.

Aspiring
parents
ought to take
a parenting
test
so society
could best
determine if they are emotionally
fit to assume the parental
role and not perpetuate
hate
over generations
like I have seen.

I have been
in such a sad
family that
I am glad
that we are the exception
since parental love is the tradition.

A Strange Case of being Strangely Unloved

Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 11:39 am
by secretnude
I delved
into determinism
since Dad
sadly
excused Mom's
bad
parenting
with Mom's
own being parented
badly
that sadly
Mom
hath
never
ever
grown away
from even up to today.

If we assume that free will
doesn't exist, will
it excuse bad
behavior due to a sad
upbringing?

I think not but I often heard Dad
use Mom's past
to excuse her fast
sarcastic
tongue that can fantastically
flare
up such that I don't even dare
to talk to her anymore.

Life is a bore
when the core
of your
society
is strangely
silent and that is sadly
my family.

A strange public apology that maybe totally unnecessary

Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 11:53 am
by secretnude
Hence, apologies
for offending the sensibilities
of people with more typical families
out
there
that do care
for their
kids and I can only
look with a bit of envy
that my own family
isn't in the norm.

However, it seems like the norm
that many authors are sad
and I am glad
to use my feelings productively instead
of banging
my head
on a wall
and causing
more hair to fall.

I can't recall
a time when I have been able
to write
this much
and as such
writing
hath
stabilized my moods
that
I actually do feel good.

When hogs fly due to pesky, noisy and ugly terran dogs

Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 12:46 pm
by secretnude
strawman wrote:isn't possible to fly on the hatred of your neighbor's dog's neighbor's family. Like kamikaze, that ship's purpose is to crash into yourself.
Our family might as well be hexed
and the question is what is next.

Well the world isn't ideal
and pain
is real
but pain
could be used to gain
insight
and let imagination
take flight.

Flight
on the slights
of a Neighbor's dog
might
bog
the imagination
but the story
does have a metaphorical destination.

Many authors use
their personal
stories
of being abused
as raw material
and it 's immaterial
if the work is real or fictional.

I admit to not voting for that Dog story
but I loved that story
nonetheless
which is one of the best.

Welcome to the Alien Jungle... Jungle Space Cat

Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 2:45 pm
by secretnude
The mostly male
Space Cat
Terran War veterans that
did fail
to adjust to civilian Cat
life in this new Space Cat
colony
did run into the alien jungles for autonomy
living in harmony
with nature as naked Cats
that
hunt alien game
that
we have yet to name.

We now have herds of Cow sized Rats
that
we civilized Cats
have on this new Cat
colony
that we sometimes use to make
Rat
Baloney
that
we Cats
sometimes take
with a fermented Rat
Blood drink
that
does make
us Cats
really drunk
and really stink
like a Terran skunk.

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Quashing any Brain Tumor Creativity Rumors

Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:24 pm
by secretnude
strawman wrote:What I mean to say is that your brain tumor may well be responsible for your feelings, and you seem to get your inspiration from those same feelings. So the tumor might be like the symbiant parasite, driving the secretnude spaceship, as it were. (I know my little bugger likes the phrase "as it were", so I throw the dog a bone).
I would disagree that my tumor
is responsible for my creativity.

I have been a creative
prior to the tumor
and the tumor
is currently undetectable via MRI.

There is no reason why
the tumor
should influence higher order thought
as it is a pituitary tumor
and not a neocortical tumor.

I will be seeing my Endocrinologist soon.

I hope to be soon
off the tumor
drug so that I can finally quash any rumor
of the tumor
influencing
either my thoughts
or feelings.

It hard enough to recover
from a tumor
and hence I will pre-emptively quash any rumor.

Boredom does make us do things that are quite new.

Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:42 pm
by secretnude
I have been to an interview of late
and I hate
having to mention
the 'brain tumor'
and mentioning
that I still take
the drug
that did make
the tumor
undetectable via MRI.

Several failed blood tests do give a reason why
to continue on the expensive drugs
and that fact I can't sweep under a rug.

My somewhat forced inactivity
due to my illness maybe
more responsible
for my strange creativity
since time that I would be able
to spend writing computer code
is now spent writing literary odes.

Boredom
does make us do
things that are quite new.

A space ship flying on self hate instead of a hating a dog

Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 7:04 pm
by secretnude
I wonder if the ship flew on self hate
would you hate
the story less.

I guess
that introspection
does lead to greater depression
in many cases.

In many cases
there is an external
stimuli that does prompt the internal
mood changes
like the annoying dog
but the dog
could be an internal
metaphorical dog
like the "Black Dog"
of depression
of Winston Churchill
that did make his will
strong
to withstand the long
agonizing dog
days of war.

Churchill
led Britain far
on the hate of the "Black Dog"
that did hog
Churchill's
thoughts
and eventual victory, Churchill
wrought.

Re: Secretnude's Drabble Poetry Corner

Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 7:11 pm
by strawman
I sense that you are young.
FYI, Strawman is old...ish.

I am fortunate to have learned that, whatever the nature of the past that has been perpetrated on you, you do not need to let it define who you are. When that happens, and it usually does, it can have the same effect as the neocortical tumor or the symbiant parasite. We then pass it on to the next generation as a family trait.

You can go two ways. Carry your wound with you until it becomes a part of your heart. Or decide to take your life back. If we choose to change, the first step is forgiving our enemies, and practicing the opposite of rejection and resentment, the symbiant parasites that caused your enemy to injure you.

This is a very difficult thing to do. But I have seen it with miraculous results. It may do our enemy no good. But it sets a person free.

Churchill living with an ever loyal 'Black Dog'

Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 2:23 am
by secretnude
It was May 1940 and Winston Churchill
felt ill.

The 'Black Dog'
that bogged
Churchill's
thoughts
was brought
to life gaining material form.

Churchill's
thoughts formed
around
possible British defeat
at the feet
of the German oppressors
and tactile receptors
around
Churchill's
feet
did meet
the fur of a sweet
and ever loyal
dark companion
that now started to growl
and prowl.

Churchill's
personal
staff only found
Churchill
totally naked
while dictating words
to a male
Secretary that never fail
to blink
and think
away the canine apparition
to focus on the situation
at hand
which was grave, I understand.

Shall we Dance?

Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 2:42 am
by secretnude
It takes two
to tango.

Britain wanted to have a go
at reconciliation
or appeasement
but
my butt
naked boss
that
is now Prime Minister
tossed
away that
sinister
thought.

A maid
did aid
Churchill
who seemed a bit ill
to some dark
tea
that you see
seemed to serve as a dark
mirror to the tiny sea
between the Nazi
controlled Europe
and Britain
that was at the end of its rope.

Churchill's
loyal 'Black Dog'
that hogs
Churchill's
thoughts was at the end of a flimsy rope
with little hope
to contain
the Dog
to which we pertain.

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A living a life of struggle

Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 2:57 am
by secretnude
strawman wrote: whatever the nature of the past that has been perpetrated on you, you do not need to let it define who you are. When that happens, and it usually does, it can have the same effect as the neocortical tumor or the symbiant parasite. We then pass it on to the next generation as a family trait.
I am quite ready to forgive
unfortunately my 'enemies' aren't the forgiving
kind
and are quite unkind.

The symbiotic parasite
you cite
does feel like
the evil parasite
in Stargate
that is Sci-fi that I don't hate.

It would be great
if we have a nice
device
to extract
the foul parasite
like they did cite
in Stargate
to restore
people to the way they were before.

Unfortunately some people are rotten
to the core
and begotten
by bad
circumstances
that sadly
can't be fixed.

Dad
had a lifetime to fix
mom and had
sadly
given up,
it's that tough.

Re: Secretnude's Drabble Poetry Corner

Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 3:09 am
by secretnude
strawman wrote:I sense that you are young.
:
Or decide to take your life back.
I never had
my life in the first place sadly
due to my initial tactic of appeasing
to be pleasing
to the domineering
and unappeasable
maternal
figure that had
been badly
damaged.

I am not going to spend
my remaining
life (I am 40) until the end
to trying
to fix
what is best left rotting
in the river Styx.

I am trying
to live my life on my own terms
away from the maternal germs
of family hate
but I do wait for a 'Dark Mather'
moment
when the 'Dark Mask'
falls off
but that task
seems far off.

Re: Secretnude's Drabble Poetry Corner

Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 3:20 am
by secretnude
strawman wrote:When that happens, and it usually does, it can have the same effect as the neocortical tumor or the symbiant parasite. We then pass it on to the next generation as a family trait..
Our family is a Dead End.

I guess the parasite
will end
with me and my brother
who aren't bothering
to produce offspring
that could be the springboard
for more of the parasites
to come aboard.

I can tell you more strangeness
and the range
of strange
might leave some readers deranged
but that
is the programming
that
did arrange
the initial conditions
that
forms the base
from which the rest of this simulation
thus unfold.

I am old
and I have told
my
family that
I want to enjoy my
life at my
own terms
away from hate germs.

The Hate Germs

Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 5:21 am
by secretnude
We are a Terran
asteroid mining facility
that had been overran
by an epidemic
of hate.

Our local
medical
facilities
traced the epidemic
is due to a bug
that we can't sweep
under the rug.

We have no cure
yet for the hate bug
to be sure.

We have several compartments
secured
that used to be luxury
apartments
for off world mining
executives
that live
in relative
luxury.

Blue collar mining
guys
do sleep in utilitarian company
bunks
with guys
that stunk
like a skunk
due to water rationing.

The hate bug
is quite frightening
and bug
struck like lightning.

First I go sad then I go bad and then finally really mad ...

Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 5:52 am
by secretnude
The Alien Hate Bugs
grew on rugs
in our mining bunks
that stunk
like a skunk.

The abovementioned
bug
that gets rid of love
shrunk
our workforce
as violence flared
and Security Forces
dared
to enforce
a strict quarantine
with lethal force
to keep some surviving
workers clean.

I am medically suspect
and my companions expect
me to go bad
and mad
soon
like a loon.

It's sad
that I will soon die
and my
thoughts virtually
flew into escaping
into the virtual
but even that escape
has been virtually
blocked
as this Facility
is totally
virtually
and physically
locked.