language has to remain
a medium of escapism...
the world is already an
Alcatraz...
and you don't hear it
loud enough, these days:
otherwise we'll all be
procrastinating before
a hierarchy led by a crown,
and diluted ditto-heads...
we are, actually, living
in times of a non-existent
authority...
i'd have more freedom
if governed by a Gaddafi...
everyone these days seems
to want to overlord the world...
i can't pardon
this authoritarian circumstance
of the individual...
i can't...
we'll not even meet
at the local grocery store,
and here we are,
gang-fucking the medium
of albino,
this canvas was once
a circumstance of surrender...
these days it has become
a laceration...
a testimony
forwarding grief,
and a dozen gobs leeching
a smacker from baron knuckle;
should arithmetic be forgotten
when it comes to counting to four grooves
scandilising the pampered cheek.
and yes: that's violence,
but that's not me: strapped to a suicide vest
crying out ummah! in Istambul.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 11:10 AM UTC
language has to remain
a medium of escapism...
the world is already an
Alcatraz...
and you don't hear it
loud enough, these days:
otherwise we'll all be
procrastinating before
a hierarchy led by a crown,
and diluted ditto-heads...
we are, actually, living
in times of a non-existent
authority...
i'd have more freedom
if governed by a Gaddafi...
everyone these days seems
to want to overlord the world...
i can't pardon
this authoritarian circumstance
of the individual...
i can't...
we'll not even meet
at the local grocery store,
and here we are,
gang-fucking the medium
of albino,
this canvas was once
a circumstance of surrender...
these days it has become
a laceration...
a testimony
forwarding grief,
and a dozen gobs leeching
a smacker from baron knuckle;
should arithmetic be forgotten
when it comes to counting to four grooves
scandilising the pampered cheek.
and yes: that's violence,
but that's not me: strapped to a suicide vest
crying out ummah! in Istambul.