The repetition of waves,Crashing & lapping against shores.Yet, every wave is different.Somehow a unique variation -On Density,Volume,Mass.No two waves, ever sounding alike,Outside the bell curves of Fluid Dynamics.Still See The World As A Wash Of Atoms.Still See You -As A Wash Of Atoms,Too.
My Work
Win-Win, Motherfuckers.
Buffet dumping.Icahn cutting deals.Smell fires all across the tops,Of skyscrapers.Each;Blazing beacon of blue flame.Must visit each in turn.Cryptid beyond Reality,Choosing simple guises of devils -Or demons,Of all genders.Easier to avoid breaking minds,That way.Win-Win,Motherfuckers.
ACAB.
Says a lot;That I'd feel safer in my home -With a hunting shotgun in my closet,Than to ever rely on cops.Here in Canada,Six month boot camp in Regina,Then they get shipped out to the boonies;To represent the power of the state!Usually doing more harm than good.ACAB.Police are just...
Sunday Snoozing;
Sunday Snoozing;Even when every dream -Has somebody tryin’ to kill me.Each time,Only intending to get comfortable in bed -But succumb back into my curse,Drifting away to sleep for hours.Sleep Apnea,Nightmares,That leave me with permanent dark circles,Bags beneath my eyes.Fatigued,With all this.
Death Squads In The Streets.
Same dreams,As if I just know by now,My subconscious is stuck on a loop.Packing to leave.ALWAYSGathering my shit to go:Everything I own.Last night?Even worse,Cruel local tyrants -Driving out us queers,Neurodivergents,People of color.Can't own a home,Then,Death Squads in the streets.
Don’t Glorify Your Suffering.
My trauma makes me strong.My trauma makes me weak. Wielding experience like a baseball bat -Full of sharp nails,Wreathed in barbed wire. Don't glorify your suffering.Strength in mere survival.No flags to wave. Despise Victim Olympics. My trauma makes me weak.My trauma makes me strong.
Crooked Fingers To Lips.
There's silence,When silence is enforced.Crooked fingers to lips,Regardless of volume. Withered ghosts -Growing angry,With each breath,Each heartbeat. Too loud. Until they can't take it anymore,Clawing & cleaving & cracking. If our hearts;Lungs,Stop? It can be...
Goodnight Void #39
Goodnight Void.Power In Repetition.Bidding abyss goodnight,As if Entropy cares at all.No.You just are.Always have been.Come from nothing,Return to nothing.Only guarantee,Assurance,That we ever get.My immortality?Cheap kind.Haunt My Work,My Homeworld.So call my ghost,If,When,You need me.
linguistics twisting diatribes into powerful witchcraft
This Midnight Spell;I'll Wind Truth Into Patterns.Concoct Ciphers Of Cacophony.Counting down.Piling up.How many soul shards,Are truly, true art?Which are heedless dregs,Better amongst the edges of the scrap pile.An old job I relished:Foreman of the scrap piles.That shall be our fuel:The struggles...
Love As Tool, Weapon, Goal.
Choose to do battle with Love.In It.Beside It.Filled With It.Around It.Holding It.In palm -Alongside other Hallowed Hollows;My Infinite Hunger.This Endless Supply Of Cold Rage -Burning hot as sealed furnaces,Blue Flame Cold Fusion.My Pacifism Demands Effort:Love As Weapon,Tool,Goal.
Gaslight Nightmares.
Laugh With Me!Trauma,All that bloodshed.Gaslight Nightmares.Proper detectives,True crime analysis,Trapped inside Victorian tones.Entropy is waiting for us.Can we laugh at that?Wanting to go raging against the dying,Of any lights,Really.Supervillainy to One,As Horror,Another,A Mere Helper.
Annoyance With Buddhist Principles. \\ “Make It So.”
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.
Buddy Slang.
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.
“She Is Cunning Past Man’s Thought.” \\ Men Or Bears.
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.
Humanity On Dopamine Drips.
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...
Run Riot Upon The Universe.
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.
Innocence Lost.
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?
Redemption Arcs.
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.
Grief Is Strange.
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.
Apocalypse In Slow Motion.
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?