#patternrecognition

I deliberately kept quiet about this weekend's jitters.

Despite having a body so stunning it could probably halt traffic, Cucumber Cowgirl does not, in my humble opinion and with all due respect, resemble Hedy Lamarr. (This is not a criticism; I myself am light-years away from such a comparison 😉. And honestly, I know very few women who possess the perfect trifecta of an extraordinary body, a beautiful face, and a razor-sharp mind.)

In other words: I do not suspect Cucumber Cowgirl, again, with maximum respect for any allegedly spontaneous marketing stunt on her part (insert majestic facepalm), of acting entirely on her own, free from… shall we say… outside “encouragement.”

What I see is something closer to a “Hawaii during the pandemic, spring 2020” type of operation.

Because if someone hasn’t shown their face on Instagram since March 2022, and suddenly resurfaces in December 2025 just to drop THOSE Stories with THOSE tags, we can safely say it wasn’t RANDOM, SPONTANEOUS, born of sentiment, melancholy or a sudden wave of nostalgia for a faded "lover".

I’m thinking rather that this painfully embarrassing display (spitting water on yourself? sweet mother…) is meant to fit into something, to prove something.

And doesn’t the sudden verbosity of the First Wife under the Main Character’s Instagram posts ring any bells for you?

Maybe I’m naïve, but I like to maintain at least a minimal level of intellectual coherence.

. . . We know that Cucumber Cowgirl's fluffy white puppy appeared on the timeline precisely on Thursday, 11 August 2022.

. . . We also know that on Wednesday, 10 August 2022, the Main Character was present at a sombre ceremony at St. Dympna’s Church in Tydavnet, Co. Monaghan.

Conclusion? One of these two events actually happened… and the other was fabricated so it could be interpreted in a VERY SPECIFIC WAY. I’m not even touching the perfect timing (smoke & mirrors!). I’m talking about the core logic: you can’t simultaneously be an adorably dim “lover” to Cucumber Cowgirl and the solid emotional support of a very adult daughter in mourning.

Given all that: are we really supposed to believe the weekend Instagram spectacle was spontaneous?

I gave you everything 

every weak point  every prior hit  every place I don’t heal right 

you didn’t miss it  you learned it  mapped it clean  called it love  and then you used it 

my hope was twisted  given new shape  just as lethal 

cruelty  mixing pain  with words of love 

I don’t accept 

look at your hand  still on the hilt  making sure it stays 

you look at it  like it’s wrong  like it doesn’t belong  like I’m trying  to hand you something  that isn’t yours 

I can barely say  “You hurt me”  in case it transfers 

“No I didn’t.”  coldly said  with a jarring lack of shame 

you walk away  like nothing happened  like there’s nothing here  like I’m not still in it 

while again—  my blood soaks the ground 

but I’m not one  to die quietly 

“You call this love?” 

yes, there it is how dare I question your truth 

no longer blinded by your bullshit I see the pattern I somehow missed

louder  harsher  again  belittle 

what comes next  I can admit  I hold a share of blame 

I handed you the gun  I even let you  put it to my head  inviting trust  not Russian Roulette

"Recognizing Repetition"

36 x 36 inches

oil and metallic pigment on panel

2022

Most of us seem to be stuck in several reccurring patterns of destructive behavior and addiction. Life wants to teach us to break free and move beyond the cycle.

The first step is recognition.

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