Make It So.As if Reality itself were merely plaything.Creation of fictional universes,Thousands of possible foils,Or mirrors.I've fought hard,As Witch.To remain in this dimension,Annoyance with Buddhist Principles,Like divine suffering.Warp Fate & Destiny,As if Paintbrushes,Or Sighs.
This world is smaller than we think.Six Degrees Of Separation.Except my Clan's strings -Range in exponential dozens of woven webs.Fast & Many.Seeking new experiences.So we build networks,In rather old fashioned senses.Canadianism.Buddy Slang,Friend of a Friend,Meet new people,Kind of way.
Good.Have her feed the evil men,To bears.Old questions of equality -Whilst we cackle at a dead bard,Who came from times when women -Weren't allowed to act.Cosplaying female genders,With men only.Want cunning women.Building my teams with those -Who know the truth,Of our broken societies.
Instagram?75% Advertisements.TikTok?Asians in the corners of stolen content,With green screens,Pointing at the stolen content.Forced to work algorithm farms abroad for pennies.Twitter?Racist neo-nazi hellscape,Shadowbans aplenty.Social Media is a fucking disease,The benefits no longer outweigh the...
Grinding perfection,One piece at a time.Doing our best to craft greatness.Cyclical force,Crossed with gravitational waves.The pull of entropy is strong.This is our time,Our story.Let's run riot upon the universe,To see what comes next.
The violence,Was so ordinary -As to be commonplace.Battlegrounds of fists,Kicks,Hockey sticks & window bars.Precious things destroyed,Innocence lost,Decades ago.Play witness to brutality,Echoes of a dozen tragedies.How many of my pupils,Do you think I've seen buried?
Satan,In lace.As ever.Darker days ahead.Humanity,Reflected in black & orange.Some of us demons,Chose different names.Truer virtues.They speak of redemption,Something I don't want.Monsters like us?We walk alone.Atone in our own ways,For old sins.Softly sing alone.
Hello,All my former lovers.Shall we pick apart a dozen reasons,Why things didn't work out?Crossed wires,'Ere harsh truths?Hah.I'm not that much of a fuckhead.Some of you?I'll love until the day I die.Let's keep our mourning in our back pocket,Instead.Grief is strange.
Take it slow -An apocalypse in slow motion.Lest we tell the tale,Of a sundered world.What of we demigods?What shall we do with this power,We've stolen?Us endangered cryptids.There have been a hundred ends.This time,I want a beginning.Can you promise me that,At least?
Love Them.Even If I Never Say It Directly.The Old Arts.Irony.Hyperbole.Quadruple Entendres,At minimum.Hypocrisy -To Play Jester;Directly At Power.Only last bastion of truth,Hidden in laughter.Gunbarrels.Foreheads.First hearty.Then forced.Stale.Finally monotone,Deranged,Repetitive.
Your Gods're Dead.Ate 'Em Myself -With Reason,Plus Rationality.Thank Fuck -Post Empirical Method.Striving for Truth,Far more manageable.Least with right tools.More than one way,To kill gods.Old fashioned rituals,Or erase their memory,Thus extinguishing worship.Old Sun Gods.New.Easy.
Fifteen Minutes Past!Naughty Naughty.Spankings All 'Round.You Giggle -Giddy.Nothing fun;Afraid.Remember hiding in locked bathrooms,For hours.Knowing when I came out,Was getting hit with wooden spoons.One point even had a frowny face.Drawn on.Black sharpie.Guess it fucks us up,Eh?
People you think're chill,Rarely are.Hiding neuroses,Or more often?What seems to be undiagnosed mental illness.Speaking,Both former -Latter.Don't aspire to be like me.Don't want this hell.Seeking Entropy -Heat Death Itself,To Quell My Furnaces,Of Infinite Creation.Stars dying out.
Thrumming Of Heavy Bass Strings,Fingertips Always Numb.Lacerations Aplenty.Sounds Of Steel Splintering Wood -Crushing Sans Proper Delicate Touch."Go Back To Being An Operator."Fuck Buddy,Might Have To.Nobody gives a shit I'm most prolific,At anything.Still gotta pay my fucking rent.
Speed Of Darkness,Take Us Home.Everything Other Than Photons,What About Covers…Anything Light Don't Touch.Shadowman,See my endless mouths of teeth?Tar Pits Oozing Black Ichor Venom.Cryptids One & All.Entropy?My Mistress.My Master.My Mortality.Inanimate Guarantees.Beautiful Sadnesses.
Slowly,Piece by piece.Fighting for what pieces we can save,From the coming flames.When our pattern recognition -Is screaming at us:"Something is wrong.Look again. Check again."Wildfire Ash,White flakes of toxic snow,Settling on arms.Drifts upon the winds -Hazes in front of headlights.
MOREshushIce Cream & Syruped Slush -Unto Brain Freeze.Yet Beast Always Goes Back for More.Some Stimulation.Any Stimulation,Better than hells of bored,Depressed,Monotony.Gram always gaslit us that bored -Wasn't a thing.Jokes about 2 x 4s.Attention Deficits,Infinite Creation.Can't stop.
Goodnight,Void.Logger Guru.Old Man.Before you die -As all do -Need to understand.Foucault Dictates:Language Is Power.Speaking Something,Gives It Power.Tell Me To Eschew Such Titles.Fool of a McRae!Morbid hilarity;Of a Lumberjack Poet -More prolific than any other.Absurdity In That.
Driving The Duffy In Thunderstorms:Thirty most of the way,Active rockfall -Slowly changing to empty oncoming lanes,For rocks,Small boulders -Common to sketchy mountain passes.Sleet.Howling storm winds,Trees,Branches,Adding to hazards.Coming down,The usual.Avoiding brake drums catching fire;Engine...
Sound Of Rain.An Old Comfort.Back When I Used To Peel Windows,Wide Open.To Listen To The Downpour -Constant From Fall To Spring,In Temperate Rainforest Climates.Sleep To Artificial Sounds,Recorded Somewhere Else -Long Ago.Two Breakups;Ended With Thunder.Lightning.Torrential Rain.Hah.