Save me from the Disaster that i call my thoughts: A comical juxtaposition of incompatible concepts depicted somewhat as an eulogy to a still living eulogist.
Save me from my stupidity, my ignorance and Folly: They sneak up on me cleverly masked as logic, compassion and sense. I`m starting to think that Mr stupid is not that stupid after all. He has managed to promote his interests within every sphere of life while Mr wisdom has barely been able to convert a single follower.
Save me from elitism and the anal elitist culture: A culture propagated by a bunch of empty condescending pigs. Pigs who speedily define themselves as better than the others, Pigs who fervently defend the assertion that some men are significantly more equal than others.
Save me from the haters, the fakes and the phonies: I never really got what i was suppose to catch in the Rye but i believe there is a universal consensus that all the phonies truly must die. Those two faced fake smiling white snakes in the snow, bringing confusion, destruction and pain every single place that they go.
Save me from the life that appears to be embracing me: That 1st degree, then 9-5 then maybe latter masters degree formula. I rebuke you from my presence oh ye devil of boring convention, I firmly reject and admonish that foul spirit of conformity. Let me run wild and let my soul be free. Please let me live and not be lived for
Monday, May 17, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
before I sleep
Now I am caught in this horrifying daymare and I just want to sleep, escape from tragedies that make me weep. Its funny cause all through the night I couldn't wait to wake, but now the exact reverse is the case. Somebody knock me out, take my wallet, my watch and my keys, just put me out of my reality: no such luck, where is a mugger when you really need one, living a daymare is far from fun. I am trapped in a vicious circle constantly trying escape, Now its before i sleep and 1st it was before i wake, how much more can I really take.
I see a live mom who is obviously dead inside, surrounded by her kids who appear to be to sad to cry, i see the hunger and frustration deep down in their eyes and the only thing I am thinking is why. The reality of my daymare is abstractly graphic, i cannot properly describe using the best descriptive tactics, but trust me i will try to go as far as a can, i advice that you sit and not stand: Picture a crippled mare swimming through a lake of fire surrounded by piranhas trapped in their cells of stone. Now in the horizon you see the place the mare calls home, she swims through the burning lake and she is barely grown. Just when its looking like she might make it through, the stone cells open up and the piranhas start to chew. Then the tides start to rise and she is droning inside then the only question that pops through my head is "why". At this point the scene really starts to take its toll, then you look towards her home and see five of her foals. Some people have been made to trade fire for gold, while others gold for fire while they fire their souls.
To end this daymare i must put me to sleep, i need something quick, effective and still kind of cheap. I pop the first sleeping pill, then two and then three, stagger to the bedroom and then collapse on the sheets, as start to fade to black i see me back on my feet, this bloody vicious circle is one i cant beat. I feel used, abused, tired and thirsty, say a prayer before i pass out "dear lord please have mercy".
I see a live mom who is obviously dead inside, surrounded by her kids who appear to be to sad to cry, i see the hunger and frustration deep down in their eyes and the only thing I am thinking is why. The reality of my daymare is abstractly graphic, i cannot properly describe using the best descriptive tactics, but trust me i will try to go as far as a can, i advice that you sit and not stand: Picture a crippled mare swimming through a lake of fire surrounded by piranhas trapped in their cells of stone. Now in the horizon you see the place the mare calls home, she swims through the burning lake and she is barely grown. Just when its looking like she might make it through, the stone cells open up and the piranhas start to chew. Then the tides start to rise and she is droning inside then the only question that pops through my head is "why". At this point the scene really starts to take its toll, then you look towards her home and see five of her foals. Some people have been made to trade fire for gold, while others gold for fire while they fire their souls.
To end this daymare i must put me to sleep, i need something quick, effective and still kind of cheap. I pop the first sleeping pill, then two and then three, stagger to the bedroom and then collapse on the sheets, as start to fade to black i see me back on my feet, this bloody vicious circle is one i cant beat. I feel used, abused, tired and thirsty, say a prayer before i pass out "dear lord please have mercy".
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