that felt like a dream / smart bomb
you're pretending to be a boy or a girl talking to other boys or girls about the origins of privates, mostly giggling, and everyone is paying attention to you like you're clever or insightful or funny. and that is my life going rotten.
i've miraculously given up writing as means of therapy, that is - freewriting. i'm going to exist and simply exist, tired of escape and its many lesser forms.
if i see poetry, i see poetry.
i am incapable of making something truly great and unique without self destructing.
i am guilty. you are guilty. this world is a terrible place. it could be better. so far, it's not getting any better with you in it.
posted by that_robot @ 12:07 AM
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poetry is an unforgiving, secular, and trite fucking gossip networking that never gets any better than an unforgiving, secular, gossip network.
so do the succesful network, so does the real "everyman" scheme in pubs with his miserable friends on schemes to change the world. so does the world keep dropping and coming back into orbit through unsubstantiated reality checks.
we are all looking for justification. we are all looking
at waterholes,
bananas, and coffins.
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