New poem: Twin Prisoner Dilemma (Retrospective)

blog/index.html

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 				<li>April 1 - <a href="./2024/04/mnlink.html">The RIAA HATES her! Local Minnesotan uses tax dollars to get music FOR FREE!</a></li>
 				<li>March 1 - <a href="./2024/03/web-aint-dead.html">The web never died</a></li>
 				<li>February 1 - <a href="./2024/02/diamond.html">Adamantium Hands</a></li>
-				<li>January 2 - <a href="./2024/january/web3-4.html">There's nothing "unstoppable" about these "domains"</a></li>
+				<li>January 2 - <a href="./2024/01/web3-4.html">There's nothing "unstoppable" about these "domains"</a></li>
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index.html

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 			<h3>Announcement Box</h3>
 			<ul>
+				<li><b>2024-04-24</b>: My landlord has agreed to extend my lease for another year. It does, in fact, get better!</li>
 				<li><b>2024-04-10</b>: I've changed the way URLs are structured for blog posts. The new system will be in effect going forward and slowly be applied to old posts. If you link to one of my posts from elsewhere and you now get a 404, that's why.</li>
 				<li><b>2024-04-03</b>: The address for this website's Tor hidden service has changed! I still have access to the <code>meynethaffeecaps</code> keys; I just needed a change. See below and <a href="./identity/index.html"><code>/identity/</code></a> for the new address.</li>
 				<li><b>2024-04-02</b>: One joins her local library board and suddenly finds all the current bikeshedding about Gemini/ZeroNet/Linux others are doing deeply embarrassing and transient. Curious!</li>

poetry/index.gmi

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 => t/treatise.txt	A Treatise between Koriel and Solstice
 => t/twenty-one.txt	Twenty-One
 => t/two-two.txt	Two Two
+=> t/twin_prisoner_dilemma.txt	Twin Prisoner Dilemma (Retrospective)
 
 ## U
 => u/under-my-fingernails.txt	Under My Fingernails

poetry/index.gph

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 0A Treatise between Koriel and Solstice	t/treatise.txt
 0Twenty-One	t/twenty-one.txt
 0Two Two	t/two-two.txt
+0Twin Prisoner Dilemma (Retrospective)	t/twin_prisoner_dilemma.txt
 
 iU	
 0Under My Fingernails	u/under-my-fingernails.txt

poetry/index.html

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 	│   ├── <a href="./t/to-velouria.txt">to-velouria.txt</a><br>
 	│   ├── <a href="./t/treatise.txt">treatise.txt</a><br>
 	│   ├── <a href="./t/twenty-one.txt">twenty-one.txt</a><br>
+	│   ├── <a href="./t/twin_prisoner_dilemma.txt">twin_prisoner_dilemma.txt</a><br>
 	│   └── <a href="./t/two-two.txt">two-two.txt</a><br>
 	├── <a href="./u/">u</a><br>
 	│   ├── <a href="./u/uncharming.txt">uncharming.txt</a><br>
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 	&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; └── <a href="./z/zircons_beacon.txt">zircons_beacon.txt</a><br>
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+25 directories, 165 files
 
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poetry/t/twin_prisoner_dilemma.txt

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+Twin Prisoner Dilemma (Retrospective)
+2024-04-24
+
+***
+
+Viridi Bush, I wanna know
+what it's like under the snow,
+bark from dog's teeth half-ripped
+and surrounded by smeared shit
+and locked inside a haphazard cage
+until the very end of your days.
+Father tried to kill us both
+multiple times, or at least stunt our growth
+to keep us contained and manageable,
+and yet we've both managed to hold
+on just barely,
+to keep growing
+even if pitiful and slowly.
+I want to know if you recall
+the days before Father put up the walls
+around that section of the backyard
+to keep the dogs from running far,
+the days where I'd sit under a tree
+and spend the whole afternoon reading
+without so much as a care in the world.
+Now two steps make me want to hurl
+from the stench of piled-up feces,
+and I can't escape without alerting
+my mother by the sound of the garage
+that does not soon follow Father's entourage.
+I'd throw myself in harm's way for you, you know,
+if Father ever decided to reduce your existence to a hole.
+"This bush means too much to me to let
+you tear it down. I'd look out my bedroom window
+whenever caught in suicidal ideation's throes
+and think to myself, if *you* cut it down and yet it survived death,
+chose to survive
+and grow back and thrive,
+then maybe I,
+with hands and feet to crawl out of hell,
+can figure out a way to keep living as well."
+I wish I could take you along
+when I fulfill my promise to Luce and abscond
+from this sad place with my life and my works.
+Promise me I'll remain in your memories.
+I'll replant you in Sablade once Father has us both burned.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander