the real world is but a figment of your suit-and-tie-wearing imagination.
we think of immaturity as a character flaw, a bad thing, until we wake up one day and discover that we have lost it. hurl the word at someone as if it is an insult. you probably believe yourself to be denigrating them. but the truth is that given the chance you would happily return to the days of yore where stupid, little things sent milk flying from your nostrils and poorly drawn caricatures of...
gravity and the atmosphere combine and form a wall between the earth and the rest of the universe. gravity and mucous membranes combine and form a wall between one person and the rest of the earth. there are untold numbers of different planes of existence. and they all mirror each other. everything is an analogy for something else. there are always parallels to be drawn.
i just have to get this out of me. [[MORE]] i’m not gonna name names, but i have a favorite band. if you know me or have been following me awhile, you likely have at least some idea which band i mean. it sounds cheesy but i still remember the very first time i listened to them, i was seventeen years old and something immediately set them apart from all other music i’d heard and have...
it’s gonna take more than drugs to put me down and out of my misery this time. even the most bitter sadness and the most dizzying anger carry with them a certain ecstasy when you haven’t felt in years. i don’t want to get my hopes up but i think i might be coming alive again. awakening. the process of reanimation. my existence has revolved around second chances from the very...
i am sorry, my dear, but i’m the kind of cold that a jacket just won’t fix.
in a town far away there is a building. the only light inside the building comes from a tank full of snakes. a little girl sits every day with her face and hands pressed against the glass. watching the snakes. watching as their eyes glaze over and their skin falls off. smoth and silent, the snakes abandon their past. reenter the world as something brand new. a regeneration of self. the girl is as...
a bomb is detonated. it lights up the sky. brilliant shades of red orange yellow white. smoke billows upwards and becomes a cloud that swallows the stratosphere. witnesses from the neighboring town are apalled with themselves for being amazed by the explosion. they are awestruck and the beauty of destruction is enough to make them sick. they vomit into the streets and then create paintings with...
my neck has disengaged. cut me loose. i begin to fall. waking - i wake and it’s like i’ve just been born. i am new. hesitantly i open the strange eyes. to see all of what i am at once. i am acutely aware of my own existence. i feel like a turtle without its shell - naked and alone and without a home. lost.
i felt as if i’d volunteered for some bizarre experiment meant to test just how much anger a person could feel before they were completely consumed by it. the chemicals in my brain reacted violently to one another. raging and ruinous, i was far less a human being than a catastrophic and virulent storm threatening the entire world with internecion. a fell disaster in the making, a massacre...
i don’t know if it’s just me but i have always felt like jadakiss is godlike and really underrated.
i want to stand outside in the thunder and the pouring rain. strike me with lightning. lightn me.
you have arranged like flowers all your rhetoric your propaganda and conflicting stories and your hate you’ve built a toxic wreath around exactly that joy and serenity which you claim you want to share with the world. i don’t suggest you ask me but feel free. ask me and i will tell you: i think these fanatics with their repentance and their wine and eternal damnation are poisoning...
in keeping with the paradoxical nature of the universe, true freedom is, in fact, a burden.
there’s a ghost not-living in my mirror.