I GOT KANYE RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND LIKE IT'S HIS JOB




that's all.

specifically "Bound 2", at the moment.

tell me about the memories that don't belong to me again

about the days i wasn't there
and you found yourself
in conpany of a blank stare

those are days we did not share .


stop ******* telling me about the things i did when i was a baby
i don't remember ****
and you smell weird.

HOWEVER IT DOES NOT FOLLOW THAT ONE IS INHERENTLY GOOD AND THE OTHER, INHERENTLY BAD!
SUCH WORDS ARE USELESS

LET THIS NOT CAUSE YOU TO STRAY FROM YOUR PATH,
OR TO GIVE UP HOPE IN REASON.

WHILE THERE IS NO TRUE, UNIVERSAL GOOD, AND THERE IS NO OBVIOUS, DEFINITE ENEMY:

CHOOSE THAT TO WHICH YOUR HEART HEARKENS. AND FIGHT, WITH ALL YOU HAVE, AGAINST WHAT IS THE ANTITHESIS OF SUCH.

BUT NEVER SAY YOU ACT IN THE NAME OF GOOD.
NEVER CLAIM THAT YOUR ENEMY IS THE EVIL IN THE WORLD.


For Those who Know, will have no choice but to pity at your fallacy.

A wise man once said:

"Art is long, but time is swift."

To which I replied:

"And the odour of a woman's intimacy is forever. It is a stain upon your hand, between your teeth, and between your legs.

I have nothing to say.

Do I have nothing to say?
An empty 1% Lowfat milk carton on the floor says otherwise, and a woman screaming to be understood; for her self proclaimed misery to be reconciled by any other but herself, says otherwise to that otherwise.

I am not sure which side I should take.
Regardless, the heartless engine upon my ear is ready to evolve;
to explode with purpose beyond that of its original design.
"I am not ready to die." I say.
But what knows all knows we are always ready.

Ready to die, to brace the screaming self righteous;
the story writers who readily cast you as the enemy
because the idea of fighting with their selves scares them shitless.

and what shall tomorrow bring me?
is such a question truly valid?
should I seek instead to ask:
what unto tomorrow shall I bring?

deciding which question is more fitting is deciding whether to play victim or the foil to such.

the objects in my eyes dissolve
unto an unending sea
that no one admits having ever seen.

i do not know where to turn from here

for i am forever changed, and choosing to step back from this is still choosing to respond to this.