{"id":372,"date":"2018-11-29T22:19:28","date_gmt":"2018-11-29T22:19:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/english.illinoisstate.edu\/euphemism\/14-1\/?page_id=372"},"modified":"2018-12-05T00:40:28","modified_gmt":"2018-12-05T00:40:28","slug":"the-first-epistle-of-preaders-in-its-21st-year-a-readers-predigest","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/14-1\/the-first-epistle-of-preaders-in-its-21st-year-a-readers-predigest\/","title":{"rendered":"The First Epistle of\u00a0Preaders\u00a0in its 21st\u00a0year\u00a0– A Reader\u2019s Predigest\u00a0"},"content":{"rendered":"

Keagen Davidson\u00a0(Bio)<\/a><\/h4>\n

1<\/b><\/p>\n

\u2014introduce\u00a0yourself, the cosmos as\u00a0we\u00a0know it<\/p>\n

2018. Fully developed, or hardly so. Fruit is t heirs but it\u2019s not quite ripe. Na\u00efve, but so full of energy. Ready to fly off the rails or change for the better. In 2018 the world is 21 years old to me. Someone died and left us King.
\nMultiverse. Marvel. Far off universe little boys just want to run away.
\nIt\u2019s you, me, and Buzz Lightyear on a mission from outer space.
\nBillions invested in distant fairy tales, made real to the wave r\u00a0ing\u00a0mind. This warning is to the mundane man in Normal.<\/p>\n

2<\/b><\/p>\n

\u2014bedside angels resting with me<\/p>\n

Earth, wind, fire, and water, the alchemist rises from a trance or a long\u00a0sleepwa\u00a0l king dream. 40 days have passed in this dessert that feels e terra\u00a0nal. Now she inhabits the body of a young man torn apart and finding their way back together. The lab burst into flames.\u00a0Radi\u00a0at ion is a sneaky killer that slips through walls to consume pink matter. Fueled by: as best\/benz\u00a0os, meth, or my\u00a0cranberr\u00a0y reduction.
\nThe bomb was\u00a0def\u00a0u\u00a0sed\u00a0deep in\u00a0spacetime.\u00a0Additional two cents,<\/i>\u00a0requires the jukebox and start a timer to find her sauntering back to pass the torch and wave a scythe.\u00a0Saute\u00a0sauce is burning, hiding hard\u00a0benathe\u00a0the sir face.<\/p>\n

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Remember when the sky was a promise?
\nNow it\u2019s 71% Nitrogen and too much god damn carbon monoxide, carbon dioxide.
\nOne of the two.
\nDi means two.
\nMono is one, as in one God.
\nMomma taught me Latin as a kid to save me from sin.
\nNow I run to get away from the burning hell,
\nwhichever one my mind creates.
\nMay I stop and look at the clouds?
\nPrisms break across nimbus void. The promise remains.<\/p>\n

How many times have you questioned your own sanity? Query in quit quite quiet. Inquiry Results: 1\u00a0\u00a0 _\u00a0\u00a0 too many. How many times have your muse’s monologue turned into schizophrenic screams? Add another to the queue. When do lines blur and where? Binge watch, bending back \/\u00a0forth .\u00a0\u00a0 How is irrelevant, irreverent? Sacrilege, that was the last time you turned the wrong way thinking God can be had from behind. Tune in next Sunday morning to find out.<\/p>\n

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Black skies and a black dog with white stripes
\nStretch and morph, bend. Black body becomes white spots.
\nWhite body become black spots.
\nMy head races off to the sky, or is it the earth.
\nI\u2019m here to save humanity or burn in the antithesis of it\u2026
\nAre my actions for good or bad?
\nIs good for bad? Is bad for good?
\nAll I know, I\u2019m here.
\nFor now, Forever, and Never.<\/p>\n

You must give up something in exchange for everything.
\nYou must fear nothing to love anything.<\/p>\n

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3<\/b><\/p>\n

What makes a precious individual?\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dance with the rays of sun.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Come this way mystery note. You must have something for me to know. Is it a love letter from a non-existent partner?\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 We just broke up, things have been rough.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I can\u2019t be bothered to move towards you right now, so I suppose that information must pass.<\/p>\n

I put myself up, on this knoll or hill. It, call whatever you will, bring me the burning sun. I like the melanin hangovers. Paired well with increased serotonin, but I get one and not the other. Don\u2019t put me outdoors because sometimes I get angry. Condition me to the air of my delicately fabricated reality.<\/p>\n

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Two men walked into a bar,
\nBoink, ran into the flickering street light
\nWith poor intentions.<\/p>\n

O look! Doggo is on a leash
\nCan I\u00a0pet\u00a0him for a dollar?
\nPollute the single stream and buy a bottle for a bottle.
\nDoggy doo man\u2019s best friend
\nScooby mimics his master,
\nAnd pot makes you stupid.\u00a0Zoinks<\/p>\n

Jinkies, blue ribbon Shiatzu
\nBreed me so I can\u2019t see
\nShaggy, hair makes me blind.<\/p>\n

I won’t lose my soul. The seam starts to rip but tear me in two before I miss you.<\/p>\n

A+B=1. The integer doesn\u2019t exist.
\nA equals everything.
\nB equals nothing.
\n0-9. They penned ten symbols in Arabia.
\nIn Scandinavia they scratched more on the wall.
\nIt\u2019s a bird, it\u2019s a plane\u2026
\nIt\u2019s a wild antelope and stick figure man.
\nThey’re the closest of kin, blood brothers in the end.
\nGreat American melting pot
\nTry great\u00a0omniverse\u00a0melting pot.
\nAdd a dash of salt and some kryptonite.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Muhammed penned a New York Times Best Seller, and Jesus, he never touched a sword. Spilled in blood the name of divine. Wring out your knuckles set the ruler strait. “Frateribus<\/i>\u00a0et\u00a0<\/i>Sororibus<\/i>\u00a0via Eucharist.”\u00a0<\/i>these are\u00a0cat\u00a0<\/i>sr\u00a0cat\u00a0ched\u00a0in<\/i>\u00a0the first-born\u00a0sacr\u00a0amen t.\u00a0Bl\u00a0oo\u00a0d brothers would rather take y our slap on the wrist than die.
\n<\/i>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Joblessness brings the spirit of a prophet; someone thinks they know it all while the world doesn’t even care. After a thousand year war heads begin to turn, or roll. Monastic \/ Fellowship brings delayed\u00a0self righteousness. Minors walk down a bottle of rum, side step through the pews. Prophet prey blood runs down the spine, hands,<\/p>\n

Heads.
\nShoulders, Knees and Toes. Knees and Toes.<\/p>\n

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Tails. Luck doesn’t know a thing but calculates their name in stone, Count\u00a0Reux\u00a0CLII. Dragons breath fire. Pipes, bongs, and Cobain’s fog machine\u00a0rock show\u00a0tour fill the lair with dizzying smoke or a haze. Have you been, to many beanstalks?\u00a0Sp\u00a0ears and tabs, Eyes are on you and keep them open. The flat earth is round. Swallow a fistful to make me head spin circles. Open hands stretch out over walking water. Humanity is whatever it is now and not at all what it is in ten years,\u00a0\u00a0 but only in ten years.\u00a0 What\u2019s your 5-year plan?\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I want validation and at least one pricey piece of card stock.<\/i>\u00a0Why shouldn\u2019t I take off my shirt? Monks bask in the shadow of delusion, I prefer fuel from rays of sun. Take me from A to B. Fossil fuel fills my bones. I can\u2019t look up because of it, but I\u2019m pretty sure that\u2019s the flag flapping in my ear, up above.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Salut!\u00a0\u00a0 Rogue, Blanc, et Bleu.<\/i><\/p>\n

Trouble on\u00a0the Quad!
\nOh hi o, Norma\u00a0Akin,
\nFinally finals, the year ends mid-May in Normal, Illinois. Watch N\u00a0BA 4.0 GPA<\/i>\u00a0and game. The real test comes later. LeBron James passed from St. V – St. Mary to his rightful throne, at least that’s what a student believes. Exam in the mirror, answers amid the window\u00a0pains.
\nAhh\u00a0hide in the shade, it\u2019s cool, it\u2019s dark, ill estate, *cough*
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u201cI<\/i>t\u2019s the perfect place to lay down and die!\u201d<\/i>\u00a0<\/i>All her whining friends shake\u00a0heads ,prancing\u00a0in agreement. Stressed about nothing, and our feeding star stuns with delayed anxiety. Lay your head down on a cast rock and it will melt away. Green blades are acupuncture needles. Anxiety is a force like fire, increasing with space and time, so let it down carefully or someone must clean up the mess.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u201cI\u2019ve been sick since October.\u201d
\n<\/i>Gnarly! I\u2019ve been sick since I left my mother\u2019s home. Symptoms stimulate my senses so I\u2019ve found a few super powers.<\/p>\n

The angel Gabriel fell from heaven. A snake slithers at your feet. His talons climb up our blouse. Don\u2019t close your eyes, give in to the sleeper\u2019s hold. All Angels are demons, I mean, all demons are angels, but not all angels are demons.
\n\u201cSorry about my dog,\u201d\u00a0<\/i>Its socially engineered clumsiness fucked up your nap.\u00a0\u201c<\/i>but please,<\/i>\u00a0enjoy your REM!\u201d\u00a0<\/i>I woke up falling from the tree. The park, a spattering of bumps on a log, she\u2019s decomposing fungus under the tree, what followed where shooting stars and forbidden fruits over wise guys heads.<\/p>\n

4<\/b><\/p>\n

—The End of Greater Grundy County
\nPools fill from invisible source. It felt like just last night, when the place I love slowly went under. Content in the comfort of shelter, me and my so-called friends, as it all came to an end. Remember, neither a word said or body present.<\/p>\n

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Turn to hear the command of god.<\/p>\n

Something else drew me from the refuge.
\nOnce the dearest soul to me, she emerged from the trees.
\nOceans filled the footprints behind.
\nCome inside! A foolish task.
\nI went to her in haste. That exuberance makes me to stay.
\nThe sky is falling. It felt amazing. I have never been so alive.
\nEden worships God\u2019s creation.
\nChaos theory is not the one.
\nWe looked up at gleaming bullets.<\/p>\n

Now we\u2019re standing on the trunks that I\u2019ve split.
\nA lonely cabin and piss poor idea of deity.
\nMom is out buying bulk meats and cleaning sprays.
\nDad is at the hardware store; he has to patch a leak.
\nWater rolls underneath.
\nFalls in the front door.
\nAll they have lived for, vanishing.
\nVictims of deadly law, washed away when home splinters.
\nI wish I could warn them.<\/p>\n

But reminisce the dunes.
\nTangerine over a pulsing body. Crash on the shore.
\nI wanted to shout,
\nto grasp her by the shoulder,
\nI LOVE YOU SO MUCH!\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I do.
\nSilenced by the sun.
\nThe\u00a0chem\u00a0trails feather out beautifully.<\/p>\n

Eden pulls her head into my arms while currents rise to drown our wet socks. Hold on to me, just a few moments are eternal. We whisper in opposite ear, \u201cSure, as this is the last we meet, I will remember you, always.\u201d
\nPulled away by the current, she carried with, bright eyes and the marble sky. Melt into the horizon, vibrant canopies of holy wrath, a roaring tsunami. The year ends another dream.<\/p>\n

Trouble on the Quad!
\nWake up every time I touch the ground. The boy has a broken neck. What did I tell you about climbing trees? Porcupine needles lodge in spine. The physical appears to be positive, an enforcer of true self, momentarily the metaphysical manifests, heavy, dense and pulling at the core.
\nPaul wrote a response to Corinth. It says your body is a temple, but is that thing we call the mind just a fall in the garden? A believer lies to look up and they shine.
\nA body without a mind is an entirely different animal. Humans think we’re something special. Grass moves to the sky like she\u2019s something special. Man slips the money too her like she\u2019s something special.<\/p>\n

Run to the bathroom, and fix my own vanity.
\nAm I still here? Look deep in the mirror.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Eye-witness coroners suggest the cause of death was absence of soul, but snapping bones echo through the Amazon. Chop down trees just to prove our ground. Whistle while you work away. Whittle at the world. It\u00a0wags\u00a0a hand back. Take it all for a card stock piece of validation and student loans. 99,999 invisible bills kept secret in earthen vaults. Sleepwalking chimps can stand in cap and gown. The ship has a surprise leak. Which way do we go?!
\nAnother hint of the flag appears in a shadow on the nearby fern. This weather makes that boy juggle; this weather makes me write and feel. There\u2019s something else going on but let\u2019s talk about the weather. All your\u00a0dogs\u00a0fly away to heaven but they don\u2019t have wings, let alone souls that we can see.<\/p>\n

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