what do I know?
just a reaching
reaching reachingstare ol spaaaaro
I can’t. I’m too lostae or spppaaaro
–close to the ground–
–no one can hear me–
a pushing in, like–
falling up into the universe
where my eyes’ll explode and I’ll explode tragically into the universe
out of every corner
seeping out of the water
tears mixing with…[Read more]
raaaaa, raaaaaaaa said the dying man. seeing the light.
a desperate attempt for the soul to leave the body
knocking against ribcage
fluttering heart, I call out to you, or something endlessly more awkward–
shaking and twitching and shitting bird–
if it e
why listen to the old man? does the soul color his marbling skin?
The Great Beyond. can’t take it no mo, the wish wash pneumonics, the cliched ness, the cliche of the word, so fake, so meaningless, I swear to God time is always the same, it never goes faster, never goes slower, it never moves, it is space we move through, it’s the spaces that we can never occupy again
local is the crux
local is the cross
local binds local breeds distrust you can’t have one without the other
the closer you get the closer you’re pushed away
always pushed away
the alternative: indifference.
such is the world.
take it or leave it.
local is the back-breaking cross. and the moment of the crash, the divinest and exquisitest…[Read more]
get up to be shot down again
and give the money to someone else again
goes back and forth for kno particular reason
but that means it’s gone–gone?
nothing is ever gone.
everything is a big dooming fucking circle, even worse because you know you’ll be happy or sad or whatever again and again and again and again and it’ll never be…[Read more]
it’s all gone–gone where?
I hate when people say they’re “spent” because that money’s gotta go to someplace else
we’re just a capitalist society I guess
all spent just to feed the next person–and what?
is it true that our society just stands us up to shoot us down?
not that I know any alternative–same thing with life
just a mess.
help people out of property poverty
so they can help…themselves?
what even is a self anyway?
of fuck just shoot me when I do that
my whole BEING shakes with embarrassment
oh I cry with irony
is this for me anyway?