Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
i am the
explosion
after the fact,
i am the damage done
to a most sacred pact,
the resolution
to your putrid pollution—
evolving toward regression
contra-evolution
revolving backwards
in the petri dish
of dehumanization.
this is my station,
my holy cause—
rip off the scab;
forget the gauze.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 20, 2026.
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Ouch .. this is going to sting some more than it does others .. yes indeed, forget the gauze .. just run everything under a cold tap for a few lifetimes n then it might feel alwrite .. Neville 🖤🐈⬛🏴🐦⬛🌻😎⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍
Thanks so much, Neville! Yes indeed...this particular treatment may sting like hell, but the infection has been festering far too long for another gentle dab and fresh dressing. Turn that cold tap on full blast, my friend! lol. 🧫🩸🖤🙏
A powerful poem with graphic images and powerful words about an urgent problems. Whether about deteriorating values, increased violence or overpopulation this speaks to all. Well written my friend
Thank you so much, Soren! Yes, this one reaches into several festering wounds at once. Wherever humanity is being diminished, I want these words to tear away the covering. Much appreciated, my friend! 🧫🩸🖤🙏
You are most welcome Tristan
Very dark bit I don't believe it for a minute you are far to sweet. 🖤
Aww, Teddy! Beneath all that putrid pollution and dehumanization, you still managed to find the sweet kid holding the scalpel. I’m clearly losing my touch! lol. 🧫🩸🖤🙏
All jokes aside, though, thank you for seeing me, my friend. I see you too! 💜
LoL
dark and to the point, great write
Thanks, Norman! Sometimes the scab simply needs to be ripped off. Glad this one connected, my friend! 🧫🩸🖤🙏
always welcome friend
I'm feeling bit woozy now. I'm sure you'll send apologies that it had that effect on me. loll
My deepest apologies, Orchi! Dr. Popeye insists the spinning room is perfectly normal...but Nurse Olive has confiscated his medical license and ordered three days of bed rest with intravenous spinach. 🤣 🧫🩸🖤🙏
A delightfully dark de-evolution write Tristan. Very much enjoyed.
- Syd 🍄
Thank you, Syd! Sometimes the darkness is the only honest lighting for examining what humanity is becoming. I’m so glad you enjoyed this one, my friend! 🧫🩸🖤🙏
Feels like a goodbye or "piss off!" If the former, then please reconsider...
Much appreciated, Dave! I’m not going anywhere...though a few folks may still receive a well-earned “piss off!” lol, which I suspect you will appreciate! 🤣 🧫🩸🖤🙏
No antibiotics are going to heal this wound, its been open to long now.
It's a one way ticket to hell now, though something tells me, even hell isn't receiving.
Thanks so much, Paul! I’m afraid humanity has ignored every warning and allowed the infection to consume the patient. Now we’re standing at hell’s reception desk...and even they’re claiming there are no vacancies! lol. 🧫🩸🖤🙏
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