This existence,Is amorphous -Genderless.Titans with ever-changing form.Trapped in this meat cage,Doomed to die inside.Unchanging.Frail.If only humanity believed in science.'Ere new forms,Could come with technology.Relying as we do,On ancient magics,Blood curse power.
There's only you,& me.Two planets,Circling each other in orbits.Fuck astrologies -Give me true witchcraft.Will made manifest upon reality,Power etched in desire,Want,Release.Siphoning the power of black holes,Drinking protons.Fueling spells with blood,Or sacrifice.
I'll be there -Soul reaching out,Untold trillions upon trillions.Even entropy is finite.When the last black hole is dying,This spirit will live on.Haunting a universe,Defects & all.I'll remember you,When all is said & done.This story deserves to be told.Eh,Humanity?
A real challenge of maturity,We never tell children:Other people are cruel,Nasty, brutish, and shortsighted.They will remain hostile in the face,Of the "other."Be it truth,Or other people.We rarely tell them;To avoid such ugly souls -For sake of their own happiness,Or sanity.Poor Kids.
As ever,I can't be stopped.Only my death will do it.Words unto words unto words -Regardless of who treats me unkindly,Or stands in my path.This Urban Myth,My Legend,Isn't even halfway done.All this:Was never for you.It was for those yet unborn.Tiny lights,To guide them in the dark.
Have a blacklist,On my phone's shitty little notes app,Far under where I put my To Do List,Other little planning.People or organizations,Who have been crooked,Mean,Or cruel.Those who've straw-manned me,To no end.No ill intent;Just a promise to avoid them,For the rest of my life,No matter what.
Tempest,Turned Bastion.Coasts of our youth,Reflected in another artist's eyes.Not even my own,Sans reading it.Knowing which or whom,Each thread existed for.Me?Ugly.Born like this.Here,Would be spoken of as a wild woman,Snatching up children -In basket upon my back -To feast upon later.
Goodnight, Void.These cycles have to end.Cannot exist as this fractal echo,Shattered,Rebuilt,Smashed,Welded Back Into Shape.Bones Crushed,Powdered & Burned.Charcoal Carbon Added To Iron:Steel,Galvanized Against Rust.Better Parts Out,Than In.Bone & Iron,Have Been Cheap For A Long Time.
Nah,I get it.Infamy.Opposite of Fame.Infamous.Foil To Famous.Drop Cut.Record Scratch.Fourth Wall Hanging By One Nail.Pluck It.Wall Remains Motionless,Until driving nail into palm.Real talk?People talk shit about me all goddamn day.Gossip.Rumor Monger.So I leaned into Villain bits.
Cull me.For using website as name,To prove I'm real.Whilst preaching free art.Not another faceless,Vapid fuck.Gritting,Bearing teeth.Frustration at stupidity,To no proper end.From orbital satellite view,Railgun round lands off trajectory,My dissociation missing my anger,By degrees. Ha
Art is my last bastion.A tiny empire,Walls made up of lines,Drawn with my finger in the dust.Evidence of time.My own,Mostly.Drawing Away.Hourglasses never bothered me.Brain always fired faster - than such falling grains of sand.So here I am.Standing before infinite void,Everything after.Pitch...
Measuring days in dying,Us prone to cancers,Praying Lysosomes fire -When they're supposed to.Prone to mutation.Therefore prone to death.Grandfather at 67,Prostate.Lungs to -Gallbladder,A Few Among The Rest.You,Can't guarantee me anything.Might already be dead.My Mortality?My One Assurance.
Enough to,Make you,Want to,Cry.As if such a thing; t’were my dead selves.Fragile things - old selves reeking of ego,Smashed to smithereens upon floors,Only to reconstruct myself again,Using the same broken pieces."Forever & A Day:"That'll be Title.Where one finally breaks,In quiet...
Mkatakes make me human.Human.Don't wanna be Human,Anymore.Homo Sapiens Sapiens.Stupid.Cruel.Manipulative.Mean.Just so tired.Of pettiness.Smallness.Singularity.Please.As if a throne EVER FUCKING MATTERED.To people like me,Just a fancy chair.Waste,Of resources.Fuck Thrones.
BUT FOR THOSE TINY PINPRICKS OF LIGHT!Lovely souls,Kind numbers.Few but far between.Across entire worlds,Most often.Must trudge onward,No matter how many scornful minds,There are.Let these projection lights be pinpricks:Holes through screens.Be my stars,Upon these forever-dark walls.Waltzing As...
Misanthropy pulls at the leash,Tightening this choke chain,Ever tighter around my neck.For every kind heart?Dozen wretches.Cruel by nature,Or from damage gained elsewhere.Not just one.Never just one.Entire communities blacklisted,In eidetic rolodexes.Quantitative Analysis Of Behaviour In Data...
How many dreaming doors?Portals to a hundred different attempts at utopia,Always up against forces beyond me -Regardless of any of my omnipotence bleeding through.Climbing endless towers,Battling endless militaries,Fist-knuckle battles against oppressors,Or sometimes just predators,Or...
No.I take no orders from man.Primates Playing Parade:Fools en masse,Ugly ignorance on full display.My legend is hidden,Mythologies ciphered into riddles.I overcame you,And the one puppeting your corpse,For their own means.Don't perform.Not anymore.I scorn Humanity.Despite my Humanism.
Almost!Building new civilization;From scratch.With a little dreaming twist -As ever.Gifts of psychics -Folding every mind together,Unto hive mind awareness.Sondering entire worlds:Fighting for progress,Survival,Change for good.Culminations in Singularity.Just another Friday Night Dream.
Fuck Genocide!I choose life.Religious Zealots of all denominations;Across Abrahamic lines - mostly.Murdering each other,In droves.Ugly massacres,Of innocent civilians,All because Independence,Or Extermination,Dance across global Geopolitics.Old white men:Handwaving,Protecting Monsters.