Those Who Believe Everything,At Face Value,Are already lost.Somehow lacking a critical thinking lens,To observe things from all angles.Close.Distant.Near.Far.If only those of us,Who refuse to speak lies,Weren't doomed!Wading through a society -Where falsehood & lying is normalized.Ew.
Nah.Fuck Capitalism.Starving Artist as I am,Or not.I'll never sell you something,With enthusiasm.Despise shills & shilling with a passion.Myself or others.All kinds.I make my art for my own dopamine.People can take it or leave it as they want.Autonomy.No coercion.Don't want your money.
Fools.Cursed in ignorance or dogma,More than not.Is that part of my own curse,In return?To spend eternity amongst them:Correcting misinformation & lies,Teaching those who refuse to learn.Even the clever,Can succumb to ignorance.Wallowing in it like mud,Refusing to grow:Stagnant.Stupid.
Derelict rusted ships along deserted shores.Groaning metal skeletons in the wind.Hundreds of wrecks denoting sacrifices.Fighting blindly to their deaths;For gods who never existed.
Let me play grotesquerie,Rolls upon rolls of fat.Endlessly consuming -Often just for dopamine.I've existed at all points,Across spectrums.Athlete,Thin & lean.Obese,Round & slow.Don't need help -I've been collecting wisdoms,For decades.But;Need to find an old resolve.A Different Hunger.
Thriving Rot.Divine Decay.Thinking back in millions,To times when trees fell,Yet remained.No fungal dissolvers,To reclaim such biomass.We.Us.Dragging out such old corpses -Flora Plus Fauna,As Coal.Crude.Gas.Prefer decomposition,To becoming a future source of fuel.Rotting,Even now.
Wretched hive of flesh & bone.Cellular makeups -Trapping us in these frail mortal shells.Carapaces to wear as carcinisations.No armor made of Metaphor,Can deny genetics,Or flailing alleles.My husk.My home.My prison.Trapped behind these grey eyes,In this slowly aging body,Until my death.
Valor?No.Not courage or bravery,In excess.Rather;A Lack Of Fear.Grim confidence,Underlit with dark conviction.Malice crushed in my fists,To ensure cold calculation,Clean.Lacking any self-preservation instincts:Ready for my own slaughter -If it means I take my enemies down with me.
To placate my ghosts,Lovely flock,I do haunt my homeworld.Familiar orbits.Dreams of Kepler.Perfect ranges for carbon based life.Foolish Necromancers,Play corpses & spirits.Me?Dark Arts powered -By every single death on Earth,That has ever happened.Wielding extinction events as diesel.
Goodnight,Void.I love you.You never talk back,Merely doing what voids do best.Vacuum expanses devoid of matter.No gasses to ripple with screams.Therefore,Silence.Perhaps outside expanses of nebulae,Where writhing death throes of ebullism -Play out in the cold regardless.Void?Goodnight.
Consumed Death Bed Clergymen,In Droves.Promising better beyonds,Painting Fantasy Fictions,Backlit By Entropy.Wasn't too bad either:Hungry Maw?Same as mine.Blood Curse wriggling,With anticipation.Godeater?WORSE!playing puppetsWritten myself.Don't need some backwards story,Full of evil.
Tell me your secrets;Of War.Suffering Divine,Like Buddhists.Not Buddhist,But aligned across certain axis points.Yet I refuse to suffer any longer.Beast Seeking The Freedom Of My Wilds.Two.Four Darts.Until gruesome Samsara,Comes knocking yet again!Void Start.End Void.Fuck Enlightenment.
Perhaps all this waiting,Is etching very slowly into my heart.Black Magic,My Famous World Serpent Venom.Thick & coloured like viscous black tar.For Witches;Finer brew.Hallucinogenic,With touches of my raw dark power,That make lesser hags stand straight,Heels,Tiptoes.Highly Addictive:Most...
LANGUISH.Settled with rot,Consumed by cycles of Ecology.Roman Stoics,Demanded logic -Each loss as learning opportunity.Know well,Of expensive mistakes.Know worse,Simply being myself.Black mould creep.Pink drain fungus.Bacterial proliferations.One day -Adorn myself with bleach-ed bone.
"Liquidity."Lies,Wall St. pushes.As if artificial liquidity,Doesn't massacre true supply & demand.Injecting fake trades,Allowing for rampant price fixing,& market manipulation.Free markets;Should be real supply & demand.Not crooked criminal hedge funds -Price fixing.For…"Liquidity."
Goodnight,Void.Hold my time,In fractal position,Absent space or wormhole.No bending of vision,Beyond Event Horizons of Black Holes.When too much,Falls inwards.What coulda been stars.Void?Not scared of Death,My gracious waiting lover.Not scared of much at all.Maybe that's the problem.
Refuse to trace that History.Plucking each seed of doom,From appropriate times or places,Held in loose sleeves.Saving others,By collecting them all for myself.Using but one,To grow black briars,Who climb upwards.Red berries.Brambles full of barbed black thorns,That'll hold the sky aloft.
Thriving?What's that?Our kind is dirt,Smothered in sawdust.Stained with black moly grease.Mud & rain,When the roads washed away,Trapping us.No.We do not know what thriving is.But we do know survival.Resilience.Fortitude -While all the world's our foe.Norm.Smiling,At mushroom clouds.
Been lax,Amongst laymen.Lost,Living little,Lured by dopamine.Hunger never quelled before.Chewing wood & metal to pieces -Making tiny little rounded balls,To swallow.Old traumas,Ignorant of my neurodiversities.Share these dark black circles,Sunken sockets,With kin.Never enough sleep.
Dodge?Why?I'll simply parry,Riposte.Laughing like a madman,With carvings of my hands,Clenched fists -Each led by muscled forearm.Run. Jump. Kick.Turn three hundred pounds of weight,Into force,Into exponentials of Newtons.Mass.Density.Volume.Plus Gravity.That math is rarely hard.