People in academia piss me off. They stimulate their brain with respectable ideas for the purpose of making concrete changes in the world. I’m jealous. I prefer to investigate the motives of people’s drives and the reasoning behind their morality for no reason than the stimulation of it. There must be something missing in me.Continue reading “Sublimation for my Insecurities: A Play of Satire”
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Nikolas Cruz
This emotion is deeper, more thoughtful, and less instinctive than anger. Growing stronger through reliving, understanding, and judging. It burns hotter within and changes the form of what contains it. It’s not about reacting, but instead a calculated desire for painful and hateful justice. I don’t just wish to punch back with the same painContinue reading “Nikolas Cruz”
The Truth is Ugly Today
At twenty-three I’ve been with 4 women and loved maybe two; And one of the two I never had actually been with, but loved regardless At twenty-three I don’t know what love is, yet it controls me Love is something like unwavering conviction to something you value Love is permanent yet it loses itsContinue reading “The Truth is Ugly Today”
An Empty Form
When I go against what I want, I turn pitiful and weak; my strength atrophy’s because it’s being completely ignored. When my strengths are ignored all that exists are my weaknesses, and so I turn pitiful and helpless—unable to fight off my self-malicious attacks. I become so weak and self-helpless that I must grab atContinue reading “An Empty Form”
Some Ethics
You should be broke when you decide to travel. It’s important not to wait until you have money and a stable career. Imagine traveling while knowing what you’ll be doing the rest of your life. Travelling is informative; it’s not an activity or hobby to survive the rum drum reality of honking your way throughContinue reading “Some Ethics”
A Lull
There’s been an artistic lull in my life. My mind has been stagnant lately. In a practical way my life is full of sustenance. My body and intuition control my life; there’s not much time for pondering when you’re doing what you want to do. Life has been active, and events and opportunities come myContinue reading “A Lull”
Weakling Cesspool
Seemingly strong and powerful, but really weak. You fight the pathetic and weak—weaker than you. Validation is the name of your game. Your hunger never satiated because your meals have no sustenance. So you eat the pathetic nothings—and they come crawling to your ugly beauty. Your scent powerful, your glow incandescent, but there lays noContinue reading “Weakling Cesspool”
Petite Thing
There’s a pattern that my mind has recognized: petite girls develop insecurity through their less than perfect sexuality, as a result they use deceptive tactics on desperate men to validate their sexuality. They ask you out, knowing you’ll come crawling—broken spine and contorted just to get to them. Ask them into your world (say, toContinue reading “Petite Thing”
Dead at Sea
Once again, he was disoriented. He hoped for inspiration to come; there was no more spark, no more catalyst within him. External energy was required for him to create art. This is what he wanted: to create art. But he couldn’t fight the destitution of his life—paying bills, grocery shopping, observing automobiles as they zoomedContinue reading “Dead at Sea”
Gertrude
Brain fog, limp dick, half ate chicken breast in front of me. Today is dreary. I barely feel alive. Can’t finish the rest of my chicken breast. Gave away two loads of swimmers that could have been saved to shoot into someone else’s hot wife. The emptiness and dullness of today is enough for self-mutilation. Continue reading “Gertrude”