Somedays it is essential to understand the concepts of erosion and decay, the breaking and falling away cycles, like hospital deathbed vaccinations to prepare one for an eternal stake of property in the cemetery, behind the gates, amongst the echoing chatter of all those peers you wouldn’t have paid money to piss in their morning coffee because there more of a need for escaping this hell than sprouting roots in it.
and breathe.
My least favorite people are those pity seekers who reach from repetitively the same hole in every different ground they inhabit, con artists, manipulators who suffer nose problems. Those problems ranging from they can’t keep it out of where it belongs not all the way to its broken because your punk ass just ate my fist. And so many shapes they come in, so many faces they wear, often I wonder how big the circle they infiltrate and destroy was before their reckoning began versus how insignificant the bonds are that remain within such a circle.
and release.
worms, maggots, cockroaches as such. the lowliest of the bottom-feeders. Growing up in a small, midwestern farm community I have seen an extraordinary amount of such chameleons walking the streets from various social classes. The only consistency is that there seems to be an infinite supply of them. Unfortunately. What a wonderful world we found when we were awoken. This cannot be life, fuck me, you’re kidding -right?
Science has begun proving there is a parallel universe discovered in the snow-laden top-of-the-globe locations. What asshole flipped the coin to decide which side of that wormhole we wound up in? I got first dibs on them if ever our paths cross again. What a rip-off.
odd post, huh? been down sick the last several days, just needed to vent upon coming back to the world to catch my breath.
new poem. new art. enjoy.
You must be logged in to post a comment.