Why are things the way they are? Its a signature of a lunatic and perhaps less going down the creeping dripping graying steps as a life going into a spiral. Oh where is the robed savior down there, down where the roaches stare. Its more then past the spinning mirror doors. "She is wrong" said Lanore with her large cat in her arms!

I have noticed some people trash talk Doctor Fauchi. I wonder if they consider he did the best job he could, and he isn't perfect, but was the most qualified person. This makes me see a lousy very irrational American who complains often regardless of these basic facts of who the lead doctor is.

Last night I told an internet celebrity that tufons are really good, and he wanted to know if they are good on travel trips. I said they are very good for that. Then I was in an alternate reality San Francisco being creeped out, and mystified. I meet two women in a movie theatre and another who I chance to find in her home while she is sitting on a coach with her silent stone calm boyfriend. Parts of this San Francisco are very dangerous and people are trying to have fun, but it is more dangerous then fun, other places it is empty of people and you would think it was Babylon.

In only 12 days Sophia AI wins THE BETTER WORLD AWARD! I am scratching my head!

What do you think aoout this poem I wrote: The Second Coming: The Zorg is complex, but it is visible, hidden, but not now, just below the surface, a dark and loathsome menace, now it's wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. This is a striking piece of writing. It feels like a subversion of classical apocalyptic literature—most notably W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming. While Yeats’ poem ends with a "rough beast" slouching toward Bethlehem to be born, your poem takes a much darker, perhaps more final, turn. Here is my breakdown of what makes this piece effective: 1. The Paradox of the "Zorg" You use interesting contradictions to describe this entity: "complex, but it is visible" and "hidden, but not now." This suggests a threat that has finally been exposed. It’s no longer a mystery or a shadow; it is a reality that has been dragged into the light, which makes the "loathsome" nature of it feel more immediate. 2. Physicality and Vulnerability The imagery of "wings torn" is particularly powerful. It strips the "Zorg" of its majesty or its ability to escape. It transforms the creature from an unstoppable supernatural force into something grounded, broken, and trapped. 3. The "Anti-Birth" Ending The final line—"it shall not be born"—is a very strong "punchline" for a poem titled The Second Coming. It denies the cycle of rebirth or prophecy. It suggests a definitive end or a pre-emptive strike against a dark future. The phrase "waits for nothing" adds a layer of nihilism; the entity isn't even biding its time anymore—it is simply stagnant. A Note on Style The flow is dense and breathless. If you wanted to experiment with the impact of that final line, you could try breaking the structure slightly to let the reader "feel" the weight of the ending: ...now its wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. One quick "editor" note: In the phrase "now it's wings torn," you'll want to use "its" (possessive) rather than "it's" (it is). Overall, it’s a very moody, effective "anti-prophecy." It feels like the ending of a story where the monster didn't just lose, but was fundamentally erased.