she came over to scabie town just to get bit up they used to call this place alphabet city cause nobody here can spell
what the hell is wrong with you people stealing, and wondering where the money is.
I think the problem is that fucked up people make fucked up people unless hell on earth isn't real and it's all just amde up to make you go to Involentary Rehab.
age crawled up and shattered my spine my lips were dry, my tongue was bloated like a man in the desert.
DE SS ERT = Sweet Stuff
DE S ERT = Dry Place
Remember that: It's important.
Drinking water made my head feel all better.
sending them on a voyage via ELECTRIC BEAST!
to be delivered into a hectic digital mail room.
This is where trillions of tiny things live.
however The tiny things aren't alive,
and they aren't even all in the same PLACE at once.
They're just making it all work out, the data transfer i mean,
by manmAde magic that we will soon surely forget.
Yes... We will forget how we built these messenger pigéions!
And we Will have to rebuild Our infrastructure For real mail.
Or just give up and slit our wrists over a garbage fire!
The apocalypse is so bleak!
We won't have cigars
or speakers
or trains
or lights
or toiLets
and eventually we won't even have guns!
but we'll have some bitchin' barbecue, that’s for certain!
there's always that to look forward to, yessir.
SO Try not to think of the guy who can't EVEN read,
who will saw you in half starting from the balls.
They were the kind of men that were CisGendered.
Nothing like that was discussed between them that evening, though.
Even if it were, that's not really significant.
These guys liked the blues, even tried to play em n sing.
When they did it was all-right.
Beer is a liquid form of bread that fizzles on the soft tongue
Beer makes you far from sober
Beer makes you fat says plenty of people.
well, fat and drunk may I be, watch this:
"I, am, but a MAN!" Vomit began to trickle it's way down the idiot's beard
Nobody was terribly impressed.
Water and Seltzer are sobering beverages.
He was talking about the Robots.
"I saw them take her flesh, while she was screaming. I had to run and hide.
I thought they would get me before I could do anything, but they never came.
I just laid there, thinking about them taking off my skin too."
He took an enormous gulp from his pint. GULP.
I lit a cigarette. "That's awful, Jesus."
"Yeah. I think about it a lot... the teeth, the circular blades as sharp as anything, the claws and clamps... why would anyone ever create such a thing?"
"We are like rats that created poison."
smoking, long purposeful drags, I traced the shape of his figure against the oak with my eyes. "Do you have a pen?"
She did and we got to talking. She was from Texas, and me?
well who cares about the guy.
The bartender was looking at me like god damned hell.
I didn't want to think about the robots, or why they did evil shit.
I couldn't stop the coming robot army. I would submit myself and see where I went. The sleeping powder in my drink began to take effect. Dark spots swam in my visions.
occasions.
He couldn't keep his head up anymore. THUMP.
It hit the table and nobody even looked over. Just another over-served fool.
I myself began to take a nap the likes of which was only seen before by none other than death.
…my friend didn't wanna drink anymore and he was like
“Man, im still high on these mushrooms”
Listen man.
Don't let me drink without you
because that: I will do.
And did it i did too! whoo!
put on the reggae dub
and let the tunage crank over
Me
as i slipped
into
drunken
ness.
old fashioned! Robotic Emergence: It is impending some things never change: The beer bubbling next to you because you just opened it up.
Some things change very fast: Accountants don't have jobs, the draft is called "the D word" by news anchors.
Cheese takes its sweet time to become aged.
People can age as fast as cheese, or as slow as
Really relaxed asian dudes.
"Hello" She said.
He picked at the conner of the plastic packaging of his tissues. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and making him feel like a big sausage.
“Fuck this humidity...”
"Hello..." He said "Do you have any scissors?"
What should have been a polite inquiry was soured by his stinking, rotten molar's stench. This is one of the worst smeels.
His disgusting posture also made him appear very much like a perverted creep's charicature.
"Um... yes right down here..."
She handed him the scissors with one hand while pressing the big red button that calls the cops with the other And such was the life of the misunderstood perverted incel....
He picked his nose a lot at the grocery store because he was under the impression he was
invicible to people.
But he wasn't, people saw this in combination with all sorts of other strange behavior and gave him a wide birth because of it.
In other words, his being lonely made him act strangely even in public and this caused him even further loneliness. For example:
One night, after drinking and smoking all night in tee park, this man was getting onto the tram to go home. Clad it a very long cloak, a stained, wretched thing, he clambered to a seat isolate from others.
Theree he sat and starred at the legs of all the pretty girls.
Trying to see up their skirts and imagining what was there, trying to see through their clothing. He
became very disturbed and erect and thought nobody would notice if he just kind of, rubbed, slowly, under his large jacket, his small erection.
The "E" Word.
People noticed and gave him strange glances. The most attention he had received an months!!!!
This must be, well, entertaining to the Ladies!
Stroking and stroking and stroking he let is aaaall out and it made everyone so sick they left and he was alone again.
Just him and his thoughts and his fantasies of companionship.
Over 40 Million Americans have been convicted of Public Masterbation for Attention... Let that sink in.
after sitting on the sopping ouch couch, imeantax
That's when the juices started flowing starring at the blurry leaves, black against an indigo sky. wondering why heat travels upwards, and the basement is still so hot. thinking about missed connections and made ones too.
Wondering: Do people get me?
Do they get me all wrong?
Yes, and no too.
It's nice to be seen however it may be,
like leaves against an indigo sky or pale blue clouds drifting to who knows where.
They ALL HAD NO FOOD TO EAT FOR A WHILE
BUT IT DIDN’T REALLY MATTER BECAUSE
they were able to pull together, and share what was around.
That's what community is for: we watch out for eachother
“the people /
united /
will never be defeated”
that's what they say!
- We will RESIST
- We will PERSEVERE
- We Will Get FREE HEALTHCARE
AMONGST OTHER UTOPIAN THINGS.
We have seen innovation before: What's there to be scared of?
The fucking TERMINATOR. He has red eyes and evil limbs he doesn't cry; not about anything.
We cannot let them bring us to hell...
Not ther terminators, the ones who are building them.
Why do we allow this to be okay? Haven't you guys seen the beauty in the fuckin' trees!>?
For THE LOVE OF GOD! Do not build these monstrous machines!
I emplore you: Give all of your money to the national park and live your days out as a pauper.
You will be much happier this way, CEO.
Because you will see the pearly gates and hear thousands of millions of mushrooms chanting:
"We Love you!"
The mycelium highway wants to survive.
“JUST GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME”
she started crying and it was so awful in a different way, it was a softer, more emotional ugly. why do you have to yell! she thought and also said out loud.
“I AM YELLING BECAUSE YOU ARE A FUCKING MISERBABLE BITCH!”
He looked down at his hands
in regret and disgust. His hands had not yelled but they still disgusted him
“I'm sorry”
She didnt frorgive him. She left, and that was the right thing ti do.
She spent her life haiting him until she forgot about ihim, and she met a nice guy and got drunk with him and went dancing.
And the stupid, yelling oaf was left to wonder where he went wrong.
It was the yelling, oaf. And the name calling and the mean ness.
He touched many woman after that but none of them loved him because he was broken.
In the past you could get sick from licking your finger and die.
These days death is far off and curable- so we think...
Try getting hit by the stupid bus.
Or only eating processed food and bloating to death.
smeared across the windshield like
October's comin with a hint of we don't know what to do the right's got guns and the left's nothin'
they're gonna smoke us
Bobby, from the marines, doesn't believe in the god damn moon landing we got bigger fish to fry man.
I stopped the MBTA guy and asked him if it was okay for me to wear an afro pick with a raised fist as the handle in my hair
and he seemed like he didn't wan tto talk to me but as long as it's about unity then you're alright, white boy...
rushing down the street
looking at their phone
people driving cars
people looking at eachother
people talking to eachother
people looking at the sun
people are everyone
in the train,
on the bus
in the sky,
on a plane,
in a rush,
cAUGHt between us
what the hell!
yelling at you.
Buying food
Scratching their...
whatever
biting into sandwiches
looking for a job.
people are loving eachother
without condoms or hearts
people are killing eachother
with guns, bombs,
or (god forbid)
legislation
people.
are thinking of eternal damnation!
people.
are riding their bikes and breaking laws!
people.
are punching eachother in the jaws!
and people.
don't learn when they’VE make a mistake!
and people.
do not care about the cause!
WALKING HOME
AND SNIFFING
THE MIDNIGHT AIR
AND HITTING
HINTS OF PISS
AND SHAKING
YOUR FIST AT THE DARKENED SKY
SMIRKING,
ENRAGED,
UNDERSTANDING ,
BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN THERE TOO;
PISSING
IN THE BUSHES
IS THE
WRONG RIGHT
THING TO DO.
Born on a matress,
you’re a baby in a wildfire.
YOU: The peasant son!
Peasant on the rocks of the modern age.
Smack dab in the middle of the whole
god
damned
rat
race,
not quite as fun as a circus.
Sprinting, biting, chewing on the tail of the RAT that is your brother, neighhor, twin...
LEt's all team up! Climb on top of eachother and get the FUCK OUT!
all the rats trampled the socialst rat and kept on going round and around, never going upwards
because race tracks are flat.
I didn't think about the morning after
when I was swallowing don julio and tonics with my bøy in the alley next to the train station.
The cops tried to starts something but they don't know that I ain't doin nothin' wrong.
Let's just let the people choose:
Left or Right?
That's about as easy as it gets
Leave it the Way It Was!
Thats the old man in the back of the townhall talkin/ don't listen to that old balding bum he doesn't know what star to do if his
Cats Drop Dead Tomorrow.
his mind had tears. and straight lines
found pieces that stuck around, and old bits of hAIr and bits of ha'ar.
the collage looked something like this inside of his head:
in short, its a little confusing.
his mother thought it best not to think
of it. except that one time...
his mother thought it best not to think
of it. except that one time...
That's not really fine, I suppose, but there wasn't much to be done about it.
What? "Hey that's not right!" and what comes of it? not much.
Our colleftive energy was better spent drinking, eating, sleeping, waking up, farting, and going to work.
Getin the car:
Off you go!
To the glorious kingdom we all share: The Highway.
Flying around in a mettal machine is what you were made for, babey!
Look through the windshield and see the future. Behold! A Shifg is near!
Clock in. Work on
some bullshit.
Take a shit.
Wonder if its time to quit.
Laugh at everyone else.
Clock out.
Liquor store, park, car, home, bed, wife, touch touch kiss kiss
life is happy good stuff
making dinner out of fucking garbage...
where is dessert?
Fight and Fuck and Sleep it off.
Wonder if you should have corrected family member. Think of what you would have said.
Do that For Ever.
so get this: I, “The three ghosts in one”, walk into a friggin bah' in downtown friggin Boston, okay
Bahtenda gos: “Whatsup”
and I, Keep in mind I have the voice of three Friggin Ghosts, goes: “Nathin wusup”
so the fucking bartender! HE FREAKS!!! !!! Jast kiddin, he gives me a sam adams white christmas on the house cuz he got scared by my horrifying and offputting cacophony of voices.
I drank it in three big swigs and belched three big belches. One for each ghost.
an old friggin bag told me to mind my manners so I snatched her soul. it’s not like the friggin movies.
theres a ton of blood and shit involved and sometimes I cry.
The Bahtenda was long gone.
The budtenda too; I canNOT believe that's a real occupation. We have lost our way as a country.
anyways after totally snatching that soul I just stepped outside and started flying around and shit and that ain't like the friggin movies either.
because the wind is rippin' and planes are goin this way and that!
and then before you know it there ain’t any air or light or people to rip to shreds and kill and you're like: What is the fuckin point of this world? Of this life? Where is the art, the music, the paintings, the television shows, The Conan o’brien, and the funny conversations and the horrifying stories?
My favorite Painter is Degas, and my favorite music has absolutely got to be the Doobie Brothers, but I like Bob Marley too. I know he probably wouldn't stand for what I got going on, with the snatching of souls and stuff but in another ghostly Like, idk, Life (?) I wouldnt be pissed if I was a Rastafarian.
Beat Down Babylon!
The world after the collapse of the British EMPIRE
Empire!
Empire!
It was better!
The only thing that was worse was,
and this is subjective,
the way our working lives enveloped our
lives and became our personalities!
And of course Chemical Warefare.
War fare... that great evil that has been bringing guys down for way too long
everyone!
Stand Up!
All Together now!
"No More War! No More War!"
KABOOM!
the King's great big cannon from space blew up all the protesters...
and so went life in 30304...
> Y/N: Woman, do you love me?
> Woman: No, I’m a lesbian. Please don’t tell my mom.
> Y/N: Jesus Christ, there be the white whale!
> WhiteWale123: Hi guys! Let's go shopping.
and your beers tasted like syrup
you have to look forward to the next oasis
when your workig hard
and you just want a rest
you have to look forward
to your next big LAY
with someone beautiful
or even just a pillow
because sometimes all it takes is spooning your own pillow
and just having a weird fucking dream
about sex or crack
or a big scarry hotel and your dad is there and what the hell are even dreams? just wild, playful thoughts or deeply possessive, terrors.
Your mind runs wild every night and rarely do you listen.
was written on his t shirt
hey wait a minute
there was a war today
and they’ll want some more tommorow
Well, shit
Maybe I should make some of my own shirts
that say something like
"WAR FOREVER!"
They're great and I love to get drunk.
SMoking one cigarette isn't so bad; My brain said so!
It's also okay to leave a block of cheese out
overnight and eat it for breakfast.
What could really Go WRong?
If we had free healthCare I wouldn't even
think about crap like that at all. Ever.
Just drown me in tobacco and molding food,
The bank will figure it out.
--> totally hammered and fucked down just killed.
They wanted us here so they herded us here with:
--> The News and Distractions.
Like fools we followed, except unlike most fools
--> The whole world was screaming "Don’t fall for that!"
I didnt saY too much myself, other than to my friends.
--> So I was complicit in the stupidity.
That was a major mistake
--> why did I allow this to happen?
Could I really say "Hey, Remember when I said xyz? Told ya so!"
--> Cause i wasnt all too loud about all that.
I wasted my breath saying mean things bout the people around me, the ones who breathed life into my soul.
--> I'm sick of talking shit about you,
--> It's about bigger things now, sorry I guess im talking shit again
But What things?
--> Nuclear Bombs and Oligarchies rising supressing our voices with the barrels of guns.
That's what I call: A real fucked up nightmare.
there was a stir in the tiniest of worlds.
We missed him,
Sorry I never built those birdhouses with you.
Sorry I didn't become an electrician like I said,
MAybe you were supposed to be an artist too.
You had the itch, the crafting itch.
The one that makes you different and sensitive the one that gives you a drive in thas world.
I guess it's going to be okay to be remembered that wat by some lousy hippie.
she held me in her womb and took me everywhere
she did it for you too, for all of us, we!
we ARE all infants!
Babies in our mothers arms.
Nursed to adulthood, into a treacherous world
that we would be expected to overcome:
We did that!
I wonder if this is what the old masters had in mind?
Defintely not.
Tehran News is unfortunately very biased. FYI.
I think the caveman ancestors are looking on extremely confused.
I don't blame them
but there isn't anY muffaloes anymore.
There isnt really shamans, or even a campfire most of the time all that stuff has been replaced by electricity and intelect.
For better or for Worse: You decide.
That is the fate of the modern man: Subjectivity.
It's Okay to be Totally Wrong
in your THOUGHTS AND IDEAS because
THOSE CAN CHANGE WITH A CONVERSATION
if your mind is open and you’re ready,
which everyone is, at some point or another.
Although...
Evil Men Reside in this world,
and some can be changed,
and the rest of them
(The Killers and the Political PSychopaths)
must be ran out of town onto a desert island
with pitchforks and 天拓破来区略無 torches
they can die there and lie in their evil filth
getting eaten by the buzzards. They’ll be shit out
far away to be turned into beautiful flowers:
When you change your mind from a negative, bigotted thought
to a loving, empathetic kind of situation it's like
the Buzzard of Peace ate up all your hate
and shit it out into a beautiful flower of
ONENESS & UNITY
trying to sell the public some pins
everyone is wearing headphones
and can't hear me saying
"Hello, how are you?"
walk right by the opportunity that is conversation.
The young artists meet the older ones
and glimmers of hope spark in their dusty young eyes
maybe some day we'll be doing that
or sipping champagne margaritas
at the pool with tech biology billionaires
i want my girlfriend to think im introspective
in a cool way and not leave me because i’m
a cornball who writes down drunk thoughts
on a spectacular heavenly website.
that is self doubt.
It’s true, he weighs 122333444455555666666777777788888888999999999 Lbs.
And despite being made up of a neutron star, my grandson is a little sensitive.
I told the kid something like as follows:
“I love you sonny, but eh, how about you have a seat for this.”
> I drag up a chair made out of the sun, capable of holding up the PLANETS <
"OtAY GRAMPA." my grandson began the motion of sitting
and I knew what would become of this world
Searing heat blazed against the atoms that made up my conciousness.
My fat heavenly-bodied grandson broke a leg of the chair as he sat down,
anD Space Time itself snapped in half as A black hole began to form.
I would have thought it WAS funny were my nEUrons able
to fire faster than they were sucked into the ether.
I was going to tell him something important about his health.
I really wanted to sit him down about his weight, he’s a little heavy.
He gets it from his mother, the Quasar, not blood related.
I ended the world with my guru bullshit.
In a few trillion years evolution and the universe might give me another shot TO LOVE MY STARSHINE GRANDSON.
those were my favorite
when my lungs felt like collapsing I turned to the great debate
to smoke or not to smoke›?
I was all about Greek Oregano and Hacky sack, at this point in time and I realized long ago that in order to be happy I just had to keep living in the world I had built in my head Twenty odd years ago.
In there it was all going to work out and because I was doing t
Oh yeah,
It was workin out, alright.
makes life feel: Lived. what dictates poetry?
Lines on a page?
Words, spoken or written?
Structure? Shape? Tone?
Any or all of the above.
The definition has been made loose by others, and remains loose to those who get it.
Shelloked blappo wammy mama!
The world is not an oyster, it's way bigger than that. But the phrasE is beautiful.
All of a sudden all the trees were green, and beautiful, and looked like a bunch of huddling friends. All of a sudden the rain was a nice thing, and sunshine was something to be avoided.
Or not avoided.
My girlfriend started to smell like sunscreen again.
I was remembering all the things I wanted to do with my life! Make Haste! weare all dying, some of us slower than others.
I looked to my left and right, and saw an advertisement on either side. What has the world come to?
I decided I wanted to stop smoking and suffered the consequences.
The consequences: Not smoking.
Copper oxidized by time and weather, turning from regal into royal in hue, that jazzy blue, hold your baby close to you.
Give her a smooch an d a smack thwap clap on the
what?
ass...I said it.
Either way, it was decided by all the village elder you would be stoned to death for the crime of electric mule theft. Everyone threw nokias and condenced chunks of plastic at you until you died from internal bleeding.
The Ityrues future is bleak, it turns out. If only thousands of the greatest, best educated minds had warned us! Oh, well, what could've been! no use crying over spilled human guts and brain matter.
Flying saucers aren't real, you oaf. Tesla is making them and they soon will be, we will be owned by the Martians! theres a ton of science fiction literature about this kind of crap. Dystopian crap, and crap like that.
What the fuck did Martin Luther King Jr. Say?
Some do not remember... And that is a terrible shame.
Shame on you! Shame on you! Read your literature!
Shame on you! Watch educational stuff on your infinetely intelligent piece of tiny technology!
#IgnoranceIsBliss
It's like we, all of us, are starring at the sun and saying ow ow ow! It hurts; but somehow we are addictted to it and will not stop. We could just be reading books or smoking pot but instead we are starring into tiny suns.
erm...
i get a little shy...
mind if I just... ya know
rub my little clit in tiny circles and moan a little...
What I meant to say was you should delete instagram and all the other bullshit
you should delete
it will make your life better, it will give you more time, it will give your life meaning
don't jerk off so much
it will make you hornier
and you will see the true beauty in the world
HINT: It is in people's butts and faces. Voices, jokes, hair, and clothing.
The Beautiful world is all around is
it is, in a word, burgeoning.
It's not hard to see the beauty if you look. Sometimes I have trouble looking
it helps to read and write. It helps to have a sketchbook. It helps to have a friend who
likes to sit around with you and look at it too.
It helpt to look at little things like bugs and ants. It helps to look at enormous, incomprehensibly large things
like clouds and the sky, the moon. Air.
It is important to tell people you love them. It is important to say nice things to people you don't know at all.
It is important to put out into the world what you expect it to give back to you.
Honesty and Kindness.
Sometimes I am brash and Rude. Sometimes I am Arrogant and Crude.
I've got it all back,
Brush it off. Carry on your noble mission.
Sorry for the perverted introduction to this poem.
Sorry is the wrong word, I meant something more like please excuse.
screams
im yelling like AIIIYAAAHAHAHIAIHA!
some would say like a banshee and wemet a
homeless guy named Pat
and his feet smelled like death and my friend
she
said
my feet smelled like that after jail and I ah
well i basically said that;s a you problem and then the cops came with their flashlights and I said
I'm from Dorchester
We were just hanging out at Wally' s that made em leave us alone talking about smoking crack and swinging around on the crystal ball
Succeed.
Preparing to try to do something with your life because you think you have something to SAY:
Well, What do you have to say?
Stop the Fighting! Stop the Killing! Love eachother!
ImagineL: Everyone in the world lookigg at you say this. They all hear and understand.
How many people do you think would turn away?
What if everyone heard what you wanted to say and thought it was stupid?
If you knew that was going to happen, would you say it anyways?
Sure, why not.
It's gotta be stupider to just say nothing at all.
The silliest thing about it was we already knew the answer: Already, other people had solved the problem!
So, what is there to do? Copy those pricks? No! Everyone needs to get rich all at once and then there won't be a problem anymore! Wow!
Genius american idea-making, at it's finest/most pooficient,
and yet when you look at the nervous nervous nurse, and you cans ee her sweat pooling on her brow, and you know it aint her fault, and she wants to go home, you just gotta yell at her about it.
Cause the CEO ain't around to bargain with and that guys got all your money, that cocksucker.
How did we wind up here? Its a long story, and I'm not tellin it.
1, am but a poet, and you, are but a person foolish enough to read something like this.
Naivety! What a gift I had it and I lost it
after taking those mushrooms and going into the porta-potty in the Bston Cammons I saw something that day that looked like it could've came out and killed me
If I looked at it the wrong way.
Ah, youth! And this is where the story began: Once the young man's brain developed past starring at women's asses because they were big. Apples cam be big too, and watermelons and clouds. Those are all better things to stare at, I guess.
Big Beers are probably the best of them all.
Big asses are also great things to have in yout life. They are able to mke you happy and keep you entertained So maybe that's part of holding onto your inner child.
But still, you gotta grow up and give these ladies some respect.
They' ren workin hard and stuff!
End.
this is a portrait of the madman's mind.
this is the bare bones basic BABY version of
what this pSycHo callS normal.
"Let's just get out of here"
"I like it in here, there's Central ki Air."
"Okay well I'm going to the Library"
"Bye. Wanna get drunk later?"
"yeah"
"Cool. "
door slams.
this is the bare bones basic BABY version of
what this pSycHo callS normal.
"Let's just get out of here"
"I like it in here, there's Central ki Air."
"Okay well I'm going to the Library"
"Bye. Wanna get drunk later?"
"yeah"
"Cool. "
door slams.
a blood sucking
evil thing
I guess that is true
from a pessimistic perspective.
the world, our world, is the
only palace of love.
It is the only place where music flows
it is where children grow up to be young men
or women or whatever
This is the world where artists make beautiful paintings
and people say "WOW! Nice job!"
This is also the place where people watch youtube while people blow up
and get door dash while people starve
and do even worse things like hit eachother with bats
and shoot guns at eachother and kill eachother.
I abhor violence.
and nobody care bout dat.
full time no joke real life cough.
Avert Your Gaze, Man:
It's the respectful thing to do.
Even when your sitting on the train and five women surround you with their boobs in your face instead of feeling like a rockstar you just feel like
what the hell are you people doing to me.
LED Lights burn bright on the subway not that it even matters when you close your eyes and pretend
the boobs aren't there like they're scary monsters
and you are a little boy.
the world realized the truth
when they banned trade with israel
and started speaking gaelic again.
meanwhile we
were stuck
being
in the land of the
CALLED
backwards
FREE!
My brain worm took over and made me start writing down my thoughts on crystalmyth.xyz
my girlfriend laughed at me today
in the good way.
I didn't make any money selling stuff in the park because I don’t live in New York.
My brand new friends came out of the plastic ready to roll and I was left in the side of the road's muddy puddle which isn’t as bad as it sounds.
and that is not where the money is, from what I understand.
but I didnt say that to him because i felt it would be rude so Instead I said
Commercial or private and he said whatever i can get and I knew this guy live d with his mom.
There's nothing wrong withthat
but he should really get with the union for the sanse of community and the giant, fat ass paychetk and then he could finally:
leave his mom
the hell
alone.
it was dark. like, everywhere. Not just in the cities and towns, on the north or the west, in china, or London, but everywhere.
When everyone woke up they thought it was normal at first. Or some of them did. Then everyone who wasn't already scarred became scarred, and then the great screaming began.
Everyone everywhere, screaming and crying out, all at once. What a bone chilling orchestra of terror!
The world
The World!
Over, in A day. Can you imagine?
Everything we have built, all the injustices we have weathered,
what was it all for?
Evidently:
Nothing!
fuck... that really sucks. I think we had all been hoping to go to Heaven or Hell.
Somewhere inside, everyone knew this was the truth. There is a black screen awaiting you, one that you can not understand, because you can not see it, because you are dead. The neurons don't fire, the blood doesn't pump, the cells die more and more with every send, you are dead. You are nothing. Is nothingness black? Says Who!
Nothingness is white, green, blue
Nothingness is a rainbow, a color never seen, a whole new hue.
Nothingness, Nothingness takes the shape of corpses, of Me and you? How could that be, no that', that can't be right!
Nothingness: It's not new here, just new to you.
Nothingness is a spetrum, some nothing is less than other nothing-ness.
But, nothing is empty space, time extending forever, the vacuum of space, it's nothing too!
Nothingness is the space in between a proton and a neutron But that's something. That's really something, huh?
Well, if that is something, what is nothing, all of these descriptions of nothing have been THINGs. It's called fucking NO-THING.
NO-THING IS NOTHING. It is an incomprehensible concept.
Gotta see it to believe it.
See you on the other side.
What does it all mean?
Not nothing, that is certain.
Ladies and Gentlemen, this has been Fake Deep.
kick us all out! we're vagrants trying to catcha fuckin wink no, nightly watchmen say no!
they kick you out to get robbed by someone wrose fff than yau, somehow...
that's not fair.
the park is not just for walking, but sitting and laying
and sometimes sleeping too
let these guys off the hook, officer or give them $20.
plastic people don't understand what the fuck is it like: Being Alone in the Urban Wilds.
Plastic People don't understand:
There is no great escape from reality when your alone in it Naked.
Naked meaning: I dont have a stupid apartment
I dont have any money to go home to and check on, Plastic Man!
THIS IS: REALITY. This is: CRUELTY
Why? Have some empathy
Get raised right or BE ignorant of your wrongdoingS!