You never have to justify to me,Any "reason" for not reading my work.It exists as passive entertainment,Or education,After all.Pieces of me.Harvest Dopamine.For myself.You later readers are all just…Accessories to the crime.Your dopamine has always been,Secondary.Irrelevant to me.
Not much of a follower.But prefer not to play leader,Either. Much more a hermit guru,Exhausted by social animal swarms -Monkey troupe brain chemistry,On through Apes or Chimps. Humans have potential,But the smartest of them correlate -To sociopathy. The stupid to fascism.My mortal enemy.
This World Is Rotten,Rotting Even Still.too much with us Yet somehow something from which we are still completely devoid. Liars,Corruption,Evils wrought from stupidity & ignorance.Hate.Fighting for solace? Nah.Just survival.To keep our heads above water. <> < <>< <> Yet...
You can't stop me.No matter how hard.No immovable force.Such things never existed,'Ere I wouldn't know -How/Ho the story ends,As if my blunt title blunted my blunt -Metaphors.Ignore the blood trickling,There.I've seen horrors you could only fathom,After a lifetime of nightmares,Induced by the...
How many dead women,Have I known?Poor lady who died.Heart attack,Day after her wedding.Or fourteen,Same as me.Forever.Hung herself downstreet,From the basements I frequented.ODs.How many men?Substance abuse.Self-medication,Eventually leading to lonely suicide.Half a dozen,More,Perhaps.
Crying alone.Dark room.Familiar.Feeling unsafe,Constant.4:30 wakeup.12:18 poem.Anxiety.Crushed into a white-blue fusion star.Crying silent.Catch a feeling in a poem -Betrayal.Hurt.Frustration.Anger.Disappointment.This:Armor cracks.Rusts.Shatters.Throw it all away.Bucketed Crabs.Disgusting.
Humans disappoint me.Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.& Again.&...
0XOne in many reasons -To take vows of Pacifism:Back in my youth,Talk shit?Get hit.Fists & frothing rage.Back to paleolithics.Rule by power.Don't like someone?Crush them.I refuse.Must be better than my birth,In hunting Peace,When bred for War,By many means.Just your casket talking.
I hate you.Yes.You.With the slack jawed gaze,Glazed face satiations.Strange sensations.Fluff between ears.Grey Matter fats jiggling,In cerebrospinal-fluid baths.Hate you.Just you.Nobody else.Does it anger you?To finally see hatred reflected back?Mirrors Making Rage,Of A Caged Sage.
One Day,Sit down.As eventual right hands may be.With a counselor.Can tell horror stories,Told her.Struggle to tell them,More often than not.Hiding meaning.Even myself,Perhaps.Hurt washed away:Ribbons -Of Metaphor.Picking up my blood,Cupped hands,Trying to pour it back In:Open wounds.
Pain Continues.Crueler hearts than mine,As I try to keep it.Can never let that Machiavelli out -'Ere I end a world.Misanthrope.Once again.Then evermore.Hungry:Kindness,Perhaps even love.Watch as railway spikes;Pneumatic punched,Through my open palms."Snakes."Quoth The World Serpent.
Five Thirty AM.Tossing.Turning.Unable to sleep.6am wakeup following.Hurt.Again.Lots claim to be my friends,When it suits them.But at this point I'm always ready,For the feeling of a knife,Sinking into my back.They never have the common courtesy,To stab me through my ribs.Eye to Eye.You Come At...
“Smaller the friend circles, the easier it is to get a vibe on who has been shit talking about you behind your back. Free advice. Literally free. Worthless. But then again so is anyone who shit talks others behind their back. Insert coy wink emoji. Send.”
“Nobody wants me anyways. Decade ago, might be self-pity. Now it's just ever deepening disappointment with Humans being shitty as norm, & resolve to just keep on keepin' on regardless of constant shit talk, or ad hominem attacks + strawmanning. Just gonna be me even if nobody wants me. I want...
Goodnight:Void.No one else.None deserve it.One day,Hope hate will stop.Can escape such pettiness,Ugly,For.Good.No more being strawman,Set aflame,Burning again & again.So,Like a Telltale game:"McRAE WILL REMEMBER THIS."Blacklist.Avoid.Move on.No names.Mere ash in my straw mouth.
Almost to a point of nausea.AD NAUSEAM.Metaphors abound;None will find all the secret riddles,Puzzle ciphers:Allusions woven into flowery speech.References nobody but me,Or the most clever of clever will get.Yet this dry retching stuns me,A round.No matter -How many shadowbox punches,I throw,Just...
'tis warrant,I suppose -That corruption must be exterminated,Not just with extreme prejudice,But bathing transparent light of honour,Plus honesty.Morals & Values dictating days -Even if us lesser evils,Stand aloof from rest.Always stood aloof,I suppose.Such lewd attractions,Aren't me.
Silly little Humans…Running around like worker bees,Superorganisms dedicated to hierarchy.Corporations masquerading as "families."Blind to wage slavery.Lies of working up.As if middle management -Ever rises to board!Lies:To control.Placate.Humans;Mere cattle for production,Or profit.
Haunted by my past.Hundred horror hollows,Eroded out inside me.Empty void space;Where a child used to be.Survivalism as apex -Promoted to my own detriments.Now as adult:Wraith.Ghost.World Serpent.Drifting solitary.Haunting alone.My many impossible goals?Only things;Keeping me here.
Do they midnight sonder?Like I Do?Surely some must,Or the bell curves of demographics -Would not have produced me,Capable of such simplicity.Chaos Theory,Does not tolerate my hesitations.Sonder away,Until one of them finds my digital carcass,Pixel skeletons in different fonts,Telling the stories...