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.
Perhaps my preconditions,Are alarming?That Slavic Folk Magic,Comes from blacker moonless nights?Baba Yaga?Child's Play.I have zero desire;To feast on children,Or suck power straight from bone marrow.Domovoy under my command -Have softer duties,Or tasks.My eyes & ears,In a broken world.
Matriarchy Of Darkness;A Coven -A Corporation -A Calling -A Culling -Free of certain combinations of letters,Words,That might shackle me to existence.No more True Name;To ever chain me in this reality again.Witch,Witchcraft,Eschewing Pagan Wicca,For my own darker cults,Of Humanism.
Money;Actually doesn't contribute -To Terra spinning on an axis.Nor does it offer nutrients,Sustenance,Directly.Currency is fabricated!Assigned value.Economics?Merely a Social Science,No real quantitative data to speak of,Outside the mathematics of Statistics.Money?A Useless Necessity.
Is this all there is?Or is there more,Somehow?Realms I cannot touch,Or unlock,Despite all my intellect,Or mastered skillsets.Domination Over Reality.Something denied to me,For decades.Wish to be the shadow,That writhes between cracks.Distorting this dimension,Until I'm finally free.
Goodnight Void.Remain my own worst enemy.Failing in ways I need to succeed.Death is lurking,Her skeletal teeth pressed against our neck.Death's Head.Beauty & Grace.Discipline,Monk!Please.Just a semblance of self control.Helpless in stupid ways,Executive Dysfunction Roaring.Sweet Dreams.
Logger Guru;I've sung my war songs,Written my war poems,To go alongside Burns -& Flanders Fields.Might never see those celtic homelands,Whilst another motherland remains at war.Fighting for independence.Striving to just exist.Know struggle,Old Man.You wanted to go fight,Even now.My vows of...
Old Man,Don't you get it?Cartoon or not.Remain a Villain.Skewed antagonist -Typecast ad nauseam.I've a new name.Free from cages of words.Slavic Jokes.What we called my Great Grandmother,"Old Lady" where my blood runs.In other countries -Father.Others still -Priest or Cleric.Witch?Yes.
The Infinite Hunger,Gluttony For Dopamine.A Blood Curse I can never sate.Not entirely.Down to a dull roar at least.Laughter on the wind.Wind upon our faces.Chuckles beneath it all.Stoic,Zen,Just call myself Hermit Guru.Hidden from the world,My Masteries Hoarded To Myself.Baba,Old Hag.
Fight.Refuse to be enslaved,Be it old fashioned chains -Or new-age wage slavery.Resist the yoke.Burn the fences.Melt down chain links for steel,Make bullets or swords from your prisons.Evil Oligarchs,Vile Capitalism,Maximizing profit on our fucking backs.Aren't you sick & tired of it all?