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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

#Renounce-? The renunciation of a fantasy will never lead to its dissolution, but aids in its fortification by buttressing its resistance to transformation. (Anon)

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

#vss365 … and so it uncoiled fully: “A mere look” to knock him on his ass, not with a touch but in a revelation, and her glint had become the far-flung passion, the “someone” unnamed by the chaos who’s already dawning and drowning. It’s the apocalypse’s gift #passion

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

”And nevertheless, seven shattering eternalities of fame are too conflictive to be a form of messaging!“ The lovely, young VP in charge of communications would protest vehemently, but even her vehement frown was spoiled by the general ecstasy and the piano wasn’t listening anyway. #vss365 #conflict

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

#vss365 #esoteric

$… and, above it all, those sketchy bursts of dissonance and colors would have kept hinting about some elaborate embroideries that seemed meant to complexify the whole concept underneath its surfaces and right along its hems and seams—in fractal patterns, nonetheless, even while teasing even more complexity somewhere beneath its plainer surfaces; and so her mind kept tracing around the design, calculating its symmetries—as 1.618, the golden ratio, kept whispering to her from someplace that was wound around and through its curves (as per a prior agreement ). Hence, it was as if the gown had once belonged to some ancient, now-forgotten, esoteric royal, who’d been poised, once, to receive a petition. Or else she was waiting to be guided by a handsome monk through a new meditation? ‘Eloquently enough,’ she muses to herself now, even as her thoughts begin spiralling to elsewhere….$

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

#vss365 Hot tears and whimpering and simpering. In the park. And in no rain? And, I mean…? Yes, really, it was quite especially irksome. As if any of that could have made it different? But so much naïveté she had in her. As if her love had been a puppy. And she couldn’t keep it. #naïveté

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

Intuitively, intuitions go forward leapingly across the coveted moon, but wow. . . . #vss365 #intuition

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PS Conway @psconway.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

- Sunday brunch tastes less arresting – you loved chilaquiles, yolk clinging to your smile. unabashed laughter filling our corner booth, who knew brunch could be so adroit at nourishing a heart? now that same heart beats, famished for another Sunday. - #vss365 #poetry

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

In childhood, she'd been an #adroit at hide-‘n-seek. And at mathematics. And game shows. But now, as of today, it was so damn hot and that’d been too long ago…. #vss365

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

“Cute, is it not? In its intrepidity? Who’s so audaciously created an #elixir, drinking it and deriving, and then they’d dive for many days into the blue nothingnesses of its symmetries? Only to make out an illusion of their conclusion?” As the new professor’d asked everyone…. #vss365

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

Sideways glances over an #empathetic cup of coffee (always smoothed over with cream) from all the way across a room had long been a specialty of hers. And so he knew that she had been there too, lately. #vss365

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 27/08/2026

Then afterwards, she shone her #pillow-talk X-rays in the really deep corners. #vss365

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 25/08/2026

He’d #sponge -d THE BEST fiction, the DICTIONS of the words wearying & wearing him until a mass’d crashed in on a whole unwholesome mess in his imaginary & he’d relinquished that to another thing—by by by by—a patterning and by some unringing? And so….”a good DAY to you, sir!” he wrote. #vss365

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 24/08/2026

On a Monday morning. . . . she had slipped her cords and knots of a complex simultaneity off. And then she had danced a sudden fandango. And no-one knows why…. #vss365 #cord

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 22/08/2026

… and so, after towel-ling off in her bathroom—amid her cruel lipsticks—on yet another such another ordinary day I had to wonder… #vss365 #towel

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

… and so, by now, her hair’d turned into an unmitigated disaster. Uncombed forever? But it was the way I knew, that look in her eyes. Then I had to go over the evidence again with still a finer tooth. Until I found the key to all her mysteries… I’m Joe and, still, this is my beat. #vss365 #comb

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 16/08/2026

‘… but he would have known,’ she thought. ‘Or he should have. ‘Cos, all day long, remote starlings were cawing their indisputable tunes at him.’ #vss365 #remote

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 13/08/2026

She’d clung desperately to the static. To the music & the poetry. Elocutive Love had busted her up. #vss365 #cling

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

“An abracadabra… is just as completely supercaliflunious as is a Cali- -fornication,” said Mary (the Queen) to Alice with a sly wink and a spoonful or two, or three, of Evil. #vss365 #evil

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 08/08/2026

In cracks in the pavement, purple upstart dandelions were sprouting and had whispered a tune…. ‘but it’s unhearable,’ she thought, and they would soon be stepped on, down and away under everyone’s boots, every day. #vss365 #sprout

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 06/08/2026

Shiny #fertile blathering strip club languages’d divined the intent. #vss365

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 01/08/2026

#vss365 #Temptation … & after the fall of all the off-keys and the oppositional dualities, it had become a duel and then they could only sing old songs about the songs and the sweet melodies arose from them then—instead of now—in a new blue temptation

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 22/07/2026

#vss365 There’s something of a sweet, sardonic smile that can’t ever be captured for, you know, the nihilism. Or its #tailwind. Or the silence. Or a honey-treat of canned laugh-tracks swallowing themselves of the loneliness.

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 03/07/2026

#vss365 she was once just like the sunlight stunning you, and as mega- mindblowing but only darker #stunning

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 01/07/2026

#vss365 ... & as for all this, eventually, if we’re all about the mis- #apprehensions, the misunderstandtions of your mispronunciations…. the encircledilizations of all the dissipations, then all your 'shunning' words will go so silently.

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 24/06/2026

#Pull #vss365 Each of Your Stories… should feature a Hot-tub Scene in a Budapest bath where all your many Hero’s must be discreditivedly & disavowedly… “Brought Down” (slowly &/or scandalously) & “Pulled Low” (or just wake up alone Drunkenly….?) So please, do take note….

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 19/06/2026

#vss365 …so, in the end, it was a sudden weirding of his cynical enlightenment, to #undo the bland scoop of his 60’s homogeneity, but apart from a voice in the dark on only one day and a mad folly, he never knew… So no, he never knew her… … and so never? As she would leave “no trace of a clue”?

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 09/06/2026

#vss365 A heartbreak is always A dream-wake unwashed Sensibility. Like that time You wandered lonely Thru a muddy mud-water puddle And your mother Yelled at you. #mother

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 03/06/2026

“… to be alive to hear this song is a #victory” —Old West African Song Lyric #vss365

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 29/05/2026

Don’t forsake me, oh my darling! On a swirling edge of a nowhere’s #remnant…. Our paths may have had many dangers, much jetsam, much flotsam, and endless mutterings & much sputtering & a vastly suddenly spontaneously intractability, but Hell’s cool comforts would have been a sweet nothing. #vss365

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 27/05/2026

#vss365 I spun once around in my kitchen with a wet dish in my hand as if Balanchine had possessed me mid-pirouette and gravity had politely stepped out for a cigarette. #gravity

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 15/05/2026

“…that lost boy’s backgroundings were never quite complete enough to forgive the rift,” she’d mutter with bitterness. #vss365 #forgiveness

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 14/05/2026

#Diligence #vss365 insomnolent diligences & all her nighttimes were just like her daytime’s unsociable tenacities & she was still screaming out for her yellow answers on the edge of some impossible city, as she wrote it…..

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 05/05/2026

Dear Sir or Madam, Will you take a look at my book? And if you like it Will you be my body for me? So that someday I may sing a well-disguised rhapsody And some sweet new tunes about you losing the Literary epochē That has already doomed your mastery? Sincerely, Me. #vss365 #dear

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 04/05/2026

#vss365 her soul- searching enchilada phantom witness has a lonely Tuesday gloom. ( #phantom )

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 03/05/2026

#vss365 Too tired To Deconstruct Yo local neuronotions Today Coz Now Your …. Love and #Affection is a Moondawg. On an Nondeterminative Intermittent Intoning …. That Issues Ineloquent Howls.

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 02/05/2026

#vss365 ocean blue plastic smiles at some things as ordinary as tomorrow might be is only a half a day away if only you changed the #name

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 17/04/2026

#vss365 It would have seemed too unfair and all too and so easy Just to make some Shatteringly doll-frozen image out of it like as if out of some scary horror movie. O! but, if it hadn’t been for Aphrodite #seafoaming up now, there, on the beach!

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 09/04/2026

#vss365 “Optimism,” the Professor had said on my Zoom, “Was a Vice Of the Blind, only” Looking forward…(as I coughed loudly)… Through my Slatted curtains To the A-amazing surfeit of the Lotto-ticketed Sensationalisms Played for like food. #blind

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 06/04/2026

#vss365 a sea breeze and some other clichés as the roped-off scenery is an arm pointing from out of the sky a finger right at you and the setting sun was astonishing #arm

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 03/04/2026

#vss365 As if gravity Had made the ring His seventeen whispers Slipped in As his Ineloquent lies crisscrossed In the skies, And he said, What I would not…. To lure you in #ring

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 31/03/2026

Art (by me who’s not much of an artist. . . .)

A large, tall, open rectangular shape in the left and upper portion. It looks like a backwards “C” or a simplified, angular hook or a doorway. The top horizontal line slants slightly downward to the right, then drops vertically before turning inward with a shorter horizontal segment, creating a stepped or “stair-step” indentation on the right side. The left vertical line extends all the way down.

In the bottom right corner, there’s a solid black circle partially overlapped by a lighter gray oblong shape of roughly the same size. The overlap creates a crescent-like effect on the black side, giving the impression of,
maybe, a moon phase.

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Yann Oehl @yannoehl.bsky.social · 15/02/2026

AI is not the threat. It is another instrument, another listener. It exposes the mechanical in us, and frees what remains human. Fear belongs to those whose art is already machine. 3/3

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 26/03/2026

#vss365 (She was. . . .) Fascinated by His sigh. At a lonely tav- ern. On the edge of…. #fascinate

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 22/03/2026

“… and why is the last outlet for electricity not there no more, and if the stories that we’d always spake sideways outrightly don’t waver then where’d all the tulips and potatoes go, or is that what she wondering?” #vss365 #waver

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d.g.micaels @dgmicaels.bsky.social · 21/03/2026

#vss365 #division No, no…. long division was always a schism and a difference — and no, there’s no damn “différance” — dammit! — so now, shaddup kid cause I’m pretty sure there are no paradoxical incommensurabilties entering into this ever… “BUT couldn’t ever there be?“ … No!!

A blackboard covered in white chalked equations….

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