“Sunken Dread”
By John Ralph Tuccitto
 
Camaraderie is the mirage of sunken
dread; decency is just your conscience trying to break bread.  The mind is an idol, it secures your clout, contrarian shock kills the doubts that sprout.  Too late, plead and pray you squeeze through the pearly gate.  So K, the hounds of hell are a fiction of prey.  Psychosis is surreal, death sorts out our fiction from what’s real.  Atheism has the clues, sobering proof cradle's stubborn views.  May your last breath signal doctrine’s death.
 
“Sunken Dread”
By John Ralph Tuccitto
 
Camaraderie is the mirage of sunken dread;
 
kinship is not moral it’s simply tribalism that supports political delusions and conspiracies.
 
 
decency is just your conscience trying to break bread. 
 
decency is not moral, conscience is self serving to extinguish regret, but some regret should be suffered to protect others.
 
The mind is an idol, it secures your clout,
 
salvation is impossible because our mind concocts selfishly as we are heroically fragile; meant to secure virtues above all.
 
contrarian shock kills the doubts that sprout. 
 
doubts are sacred.
 
Too late, plead and pray you squeeze through the pearly gate. 
 
entering the consequences having lived a poor life.
 
So K, the hounds of hell are a fiction of prey. 
 
a rush of rationality competes to dismiss the sunken dread as a fiction for prey.
 
Psychosis is surreal, death sorts out our fiction from what’s real.  
 
God reveals which can’t be evangelized or documented without blasphemy.
 
Atheism has the clues, sobering proof cradle's stubborn views. 
 
>clues ARE stubborn views.
 
May your last breath signal doctrine’s death.
 
>death sorts it out in the end.
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​‘Diversity of Greed’ by John Ralph Tuccitto (July 27th, 2024)
 
How does one demand revelation?  The inverse of truth are lies across our lifetime.  Life is our vertical as time drips FROM ABOVE like sand through an hourglass.  We start life filled with possibilities depicting truth within warm baths thanks to the limited exclusivity of effortless youth, curiosity, and innocence.  As time drips it carries AWAY the effortless attention youth and beauty mastered.  The narrow gate of action sears the ingredients of chance into HISTORICAL certainties PERCEIVED by your enemy’s many many accuracies.  I demand revelations through contrarian-eurekas!  There we CONNECT the past benefits into current follies as evidence of wrongdoing.  I am the lone judge of my wrongdoing.  It’s because possibility continues to be scripted by the Big Bang.  Doubts and facts are temporary in THEIR truth.  It is IMMORAL to believe free will is perfect because subjective flesh is cursed by the diversity of greed.  Survival of the FITTEST addict.  I refuse to believe in lies that damn me.  Will I succeed?  No.  I’m not perfect, so I don’t have EVIDENCE.  I just have faith.  I hope your revelations are as moral as they are accurate.  God bless atheists for their gallant vigour.  Bless you for hating me.  I’m not an evangelist. 
 
ChatGPT-4’oh suggests you read James 4 from the Christian bible.  For a contrarian response read Ecclesiastes 3.

​Bullshit
 
For my Father’s Day I asked my wife to make a list of reasons why she married me and read it out loud in front of our children.  One of them triggered my bullshit meter.  In my head,
 
“Oh, you’re just saying that for the sake of the kids.”  So I thought.
 
She gave me the list and I folded it up and placed it in the back of my journal.  The next day I pulled out the list, and I looked at the reason that I had disagreed with.  That was:
 
Daddy is good at lifting heavy things.
 
Unbeknownst to my wife, I interpreted it differently than she intended.  So, I took my pen and crossed it out and beside it I wrote:
 
No one cares about my heavy things.
 
Did you expect that?  My wife MEANT literally (not figuratively), because I’m a man and much stronger than she is, I can physically lift heavy things.  This is a handy reason.  I, on the other hand assumed my wife was compassionate towards me (in the way I CRAVE) regarding my daily struggles as a bipolar person.  MY cross to bear is heavy struggling with bipolarism.
 
What was the flaw?  Compassion.  It’s the lack of compassion that tainted the context she assumed I would interpret correctly.  Craving Context.  My wife has NO compassion for my cross because I have NO compassion for her cross (with the lack of affection on my part).  So now in the case of the bible, does the misinterpretation segregate faith into convenient and selfish parallels to cushion the truth rather than unifying worship?
 
Earth is not heaven.  You secure that derangement exclusively by JUDGING...the actions of OTHERS that unfulfilled YOUR cravings.  BULLSHIT!!!  The actions recorded in the bible require our compassion to interpret by NOT prioritizing a finite life.  Doing so disregards the afterlife completely.  What does that mean?  Earth is not heaven.  Prediction is free-will, but perfect prediction is scripted.  Most of my predictions are free-willed. Time doesn’t change.  At first, forget whether my claim is right or wrong but, did I MEAN that to be literal or figurative?  If you have no compassion for the rainbow-reality of contexts time churns out, your interpretations are warped through YOUR derangement of unfulfilled cravings.
 
As The Chronic Christian, I’m deranged.  The consequence of that makes my interpretations unique and creative; that’s NOT unifying.  That is compromise.  A convenient and selfish frequency (without compassion) CANNOT unify faith WITH compromise.  YIKES!  So, now I know a little better.  Now I make a point to kiss my wife three times as much.  I hope our compassion unifies as it grows.
 
Because the bible is NOT OUR encounter with reality...its context must remain a monument of truth.  Perhaps, my faith is a derangement because I DON’T prioritize a finite life.  If you believe in the afterlife, those that DO prioritize a finite life may have their cravings unfulfilled.  Hence the spiteful scorn of bullshit.  This is bullshit!  Does it fulfill your cravings?  If not, judge and document my reaction.  I’m not an evangelist.  I don’t care.  If you believe me, that’s on you.