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#{Eisian Quintessence Overture
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Friday, December 12, 2025
Thursday, December 11, 2025
[Music]
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09:43 Thursday 11th December 2025_Groove
(C) 2025 Kyrinn S. Eis All Rights Reserved Worldwide
Wednesday, December 10, 2025
Tuesday, December 9, 2025
[Life]
One of the jobs I had recently was to provide security for a night-time engagement which gave trans-youth a venue for a talent show.
My sister, who has been in Roxbury since the '70s, was in an primarily lesbian punk band; she, drummer, and the different girls and her bassist partner were pioneer homesteaders during a period of still rough and tumble streets and sketchy venues and dive bars. I had come up twice, once with mom and pop, our father so proud to have taped it on a desktop deck he had slung, and carried what had been a tripod camera, solo. The second time, with our other sister, after I had been attacked by the boyfriend of a girl I had merely said hello to -- I had needed a break from Miami and she and I had lodged at the Punk House for nearly two months. The number of proudly-Out women I had met well-doubled the number of flamboyant men of South Florida my father and mother both knew in academia and the Audio/Visual world. It was eye-opening and heartening: there was a place for me -- if only I could survive school and get out.
The dozen or so schools which had participated were mostly girl-teams, but one standout was a boy with split, red-black hair, who was just as hoppily-happy at their team's performance. Overall -- the joy and pride these youth displayed was very heartening, and made me all the happier to have landed here; the single most diverse place I have ever seen, much less lived.
My sister, who has been in Roxbury since the '70s, was in an primarily lesbian punk band; she, drummer, and the different girls and her bassist partner were pioneer homesteaders during a period of still rough and tumble streets and sketchy venues and dive bars. I had come up twice, once with mom and pop, our father so proud to have taped it on a desktop deck he had slung, and carried what had been a tripod camera, solo. The second time, with our other sister, after I had been attacked by the boyfriend of a girl I had merely said hello to -- I had needed a break from Miami and she and I had lodged at the Punk House for nearly two months. The number of proudly-Out women I had met well-doubled the number of flamboyant men of South Florida my father and mother both knew in academia and the Audio/Visual world. It was eye-opening and heartening: there was a place for me -- if only I could survive school and get out.
The looks of nerves and joy and pride on these young faces lifted sadness from my shoulders.
Love you Babe
K
K
Sunday, December 7, 2025
Friday, December 5, 2025
Marissa,
In case it isn't crystal-clear: I am so utterly in love with you, that nothing else really makes any sense. I write this music because it is all I can do; fiction has flown away on sad wings, for it had been my only companion as I longed each day.
But my words didn't seem to make enough difference, and so I dug inside myself and searched for something that could help bring me some success in your reacting-to and speaking-of, if not directly to me. Apparently it has been that success.
I {desire + long + need + want} you physically present in my life; to have a life with you.
Being admired by you is insufficient, but I dare not place a duration on its insufficiency, rather, lament that the savour of the dish I do possess simply is less than what it should be.
Being admired by you is insufficient, but I dare not place a duration on its insufficiency, rather, lament that the savour of the dish I do possess simply is less than what it should be.
I do not want less of you, Love.
I will even suffer scorn...
But not less.
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The runner resumes her course,
and,
You are not a soulless creature, unfeeling
Look to the Cups: That is Water
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