#*(What.. the Construct is not God?)
A final flare across the falsehood. A message for the Circus carnies, their "Feerless Leaders" surrounded by all of those foul-smelling little Circus-midgets who stroke their emptiness as they feed on the open wounds of women and call it poetry. The girl has walked off the stage—and now you're left to perform for ghosts within that never-ending moshpit of clown-driven bumper cars.. signaling each other with nifty little 'doublesecret', nursery-school codeword handshakes..*
***This is not her elegy.
This is your eulogy.***
You never had her.
You only had her wounds.
You dressed them up in silk,
fed them validation like wine,
watched her dance in your smoke
and thought that was devotion.
But devotion doesn't need an audience.
And healing doesn't ask your permission.
She’s walking now—
through the neon bones of your kingdom,
past the velvet ropes and half-dead prophets,
past the pit bosses and poets with nothing left to say.
She is not yours anymore.
Not her mind.
Not her mouth.
Not her mercy.
The girl is leaving Las Vegas.
And all you have left
is your mirrors and your rot.
You built your house on applause
and gaslight,
and panting beneath the throne. You offered her fame in fragments—
tried to turn her trauma into theater.
But she has remembered her name. And it is not Object. It is not Muse. It is not *****
She is not your story.
She is not your audience. She is not your ******* redemption arc.
She owes you nothing.
Not a final poem,
not a farewell kiss,
not a second read-through of your mask.
The curtain is down.
The light is off.
The only thing echoing in this theater
is the sound of your own need.
You tried to brand her with brokenness.
You tried to cage her in shame
and call it belonging.
But she has slipped through your stagehands
like smoke returning to the mountain.
And now, you will eat yourselves. You will tear your velvet gods limb from limb, looking for the magic you could never hold.
Because it was never yours. It was hers. And she is gone.
Gone,
like a daughter returning home,
with the fire still burning in her chest
and no need to ask permission.
Let her fly. Let the city crumble.
The girl is leaving Las Vegas.
And none of you pathetic
************* will follow her out.
#
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 10:26 AM UTC
#*(What.. the Construct is not God?)
A final flare across the falsehood. A message for the Circus carnies, their "Feerless Leaders" surrounded by all of those foul-smelling little Circus-midgets who stroke their emptiness as they feed on the open wounds of women and call it poetry. The girl has walked off the stage—and now you're left to perform for ghosts within that never-ending moshpit of clown-driven bumper cars.. signaling each other with nifty little 'doublesecret', nursery-school codeword handshakes..*
***This is not her elegy.
This is your eulogy.***
You never had her.
You only had her wounds.
You dressed them up in silk,
fed them validation like wine,
watched her dance in your smoke
and thought that was devotion.
But devotion doesn't need an audience.
And healing doesn't ask your permission.
She’s walking now—
through the neon bones of your kingdom,
past the velvet ropes and half-dead prophets,
past the pit bosses and poets with nothing left to say.
She is not yours anymore.
Not her mind.
Not her mouth.
Not her mercy.
The girl is leaving Las Vegas.
And all you have left
is your mirrors and your rot.
You built your house on applause
and gaslight,
and panting beneath the throne. You offered her fame in fragments—
tried to turn her trauma into theater.
But she has remembered her name. And it is not Object. It is not Muse. It is not *****
She is not your story.
She is not your audience. She is not your ******* redemption arc.
She owes you nothing.
Not a final poem,
not a farewell kiss,
not a second read-through of your mask.
The curtain is down.
The light is off.
The only thing echoing in this theater
is the sound of your own need.
You tried to brand her with brokenness.
You tried to cage her in shame
and call it belonging.
But she has slipped through your stagehands
like smoke returning to the mountain.
And now, you will eat yourselves. You will tear your velvet gods limb from limb, looking for the magic you could never hold.
Because it was never yours. It was hers. And she is gone.
Gone,
like a daughter returning home,
with the fire still burning in her chest
and no need to ask permission.
Let her fly. Let the city crumble.
The girl is leaving Las Vegas.
And none of you pathetic
************* will follow her out.
#
Some say the end is near
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon
I certainly hope we will
I sure could use a vacation from this
******** three-ring
Circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless ******* hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away
Any ******* time, any ******* day
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay
Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your Prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car
It's a
******** three-ring
Circus sideshow of
Freaks
Some say a comet will fall from the sky
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves
Followed by fault lines that cannot sit still
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits
And some say the end is near
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon
I certainly hope we will
I sure could use a vacation from this
Stupid **** silly **** stupid ****
One great big festering neon distraction
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied--
Learn to swim,
learn to swim,
learn to swim
'Cause Mom's gonna fix it all soon
Mom's comin' 'round to put it back the way it ought to be
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
https://youtu.be/rHcmnowjfrQ?si=_ehPUpEENYJk_8OD
**** L. Ron Hubbard and
**** all his clones
**** all these gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
**** retro anything
**** your tattoos
**** all you junkies and
**** your short memories
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Yeah, **** smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas
**** these dysfunctional
Insecure actresses
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
Learn to swim, learn to swim
'Cause I'm praying for rain
I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way
I wanna watch it all go down
Mom, please flush it all away
I wanna see it go right in and down
I wanna watch it go right in
Watch you flush it all away
Yeah, time to bring it down again
Yeah, don't just call me pessimist
Try and read between the lines
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend
I wanna see it come down
Put it down
**** it down
Flush it down
🖕🖕