To die for the privilege of dying.
To see. To know.
Is intellect truly as undesirable
as it is unprofitable?
Corporate-processed ChatGPT google echo-chamber
endless  sycophantic garbage
passed off as culture !

Recalcitrant serendipity.
Reluctant tertiary excoriations.
Smothered under mass-produced idiocy
and sparkly, makeup-coated saccharine falsehood.

Paltry verisimilitude — unequivocally vacillating and infantilized.

My failure?
YOUR failure   !!!!

And the idiocy ever ending         doesn’t end it.
The corporations  never can stop  course, its just s  the Cola wars  and cigarette health denial but sneakier    they killed “cool” and replaced it with algorithms that tell you what kind of  non binary outsider you’re  '  allowed to be ". Swipe right.

Vacuous. Inane. Presupposed.
Shallow  ' Barney"  destiny.

**** in, **** out.  ( they wouldn't know the  difference )

No freedom.
No remorse.
Not even a semblance of empathy.
Stranger  danger,   stranger danger !

So far from seeing or acknowledging
the chosen sludge I’m forced to endure.

K-pop.
Disney daytime TV.
Social media.
TikTok.
Mental **** and neglect disguised as entertainment....

How is this even possible
let alone successfully        loved?

“Get thee behind me, Satan.”   lol    ( Satan ... as if)
    TWEENS   !    , I rebuke you.

  ( You forsake me,
and I care not. )  Reddit mediators   =  hate farm trolls

I have bowel movements both deeper and more satisfying
than what you love and get tattoos of.

One Direction.  bletch  ***  fml !
  Beiber  ******* Cringe.
Vomitous rage and Jersy shore  sloven std  sadness.

Standards: dead and buried.

The slippery ***** of a hellscape future
of only more — and  even  worse.  BET,  MTV

Why, God?
Why?
And how?  

Were we secretly defeated by Korea?  Do da doot da do

Did twelve-year-olds suddenly become a target demographic
earning powerhouse ?   ????

They   CAN'T    make or sell    anything resembling real  poetry,
so they killed poetry.  Thanks  Hallmark...

Can’t put a price on awe,
so they replaced it with G-rated plastic  Tay tay  “content.”

It’s all been flattened
into one long, unblinking, androgynous dental-implant smile
with teeth so white
they could signal alien aircraft.

Sinclair Media fantasies
drilled into existence,
and infinitely  repackaged. Marvel disney starwars  part  228 who cares...  

The commodification
of seven-minute generational Sesame Street attention
slowly eroded
to near-constant **** in one form or another.

Idiot generations    so plastic,
so V-chipped,
so   "clean "  and shallow,
so self-centered in their mommies’  collection plate  safe space

they can’t even know
they’re tipper Gore  mediocre at best.

Group projects. Groupthink. The death of the individual. They wouldn't even know what's worth fighting for or why. Just label it bullying   take  your prescription zombification and move on.

Can I still pay someone
for a backroom lobotomy?  Please ...

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It’s finally Friday night
there’s not a professor in sight.

If you think I’m happy - you’re right!

My homework assignment is light,
I just have an essay to write.

We and our sister suite will unite,
dragging a couch over, so the seating is right.

We’ll binge on Ozark most of the night,
‘cause we’re all Justin Bateman acolytes.

Pizza and ice cream will be a highlight,
in an evening of lazy delights.

I wish you could join us on-site,
but a quarantine prevents the invite.

Joy as a weapon, Jah's joy's d' strangth
goodness known, damnation o'd'lie
what a concept,

in times of social turmoil
when no one is sure what's right,
and every two or three agree to fix it,

the we way, way we agree to do, and do,
or die by our own will, pop like a bubble,
mythic warrior cult trope from TV
projected to the spiritual warrior cattle
praying, Jesus, guide me, I believe,
it is the unbelieving part that's
givin' folks cognitive dis-son-dence
dense-thick wall of farfarfar out tide

- serious OD on Campbell hero story maps to DID re activation in the novel event
Now, some team of writers has writ
a Jesus Freak Super Hero,
called Utopia,
with serious Freudian Daddy *****-ity
and I am hoping
this is 2021 camp, OP Art
like wham bam
thank you mam, Batman,
circa 1961, I think, lets check, Holy
ROM AI KNOW 1966, January 12, POW
times they keep achangin'

From then you see,
this is my future you are re
balancing re
ality in mere ifity, and yes

yes we cleared the code, the Utopia virus.

Note: the dumbness in the now sense,
stupid and dumb are identical one thing.
Kant's pure is this realm's mere, Voltaire agrees.

We had this assignment in the novel.
And you, the poet in tune with the zeit
via Netflix, see
called us to witness the premier, and
some piles are seen from here as bullshat,
can everybody see that?

Truth can take a punch, by faith.
Semper Fi, tuff little devil dog

impossible in the frame of categorical
imperatives, and no
in this flow, I ai give you google agency,
fact check yo'own self.

I don’t think you notice
I don’t think you care
If you only just looked at me
For more than two seconds maybe
You’d have seen, we are
floating in space and
I’m gravitating towards you.

I love you to the world’s extent,
but we are merely a few seas away
as we drift towards each other
there are waves pushing me further.

Every single one of my thoughts of you is true
I can never stop thinking about you,
From the morning you wake
till the evenings you sleep.
To the dreams, you live.
It is an endless stream of thought.

I am yours,
I have always been yours

You are simply the earth that
my heart orbits,
And each time your heartaches
My heart beats in agony, for
I am not able to give you what you want.

Like a flame set alight
I burn for you,
Every fiber of skin, and blood
Burns because I can not bear
The agony of not loving you
The way that you deserved to be loved.

I don't know how to be the man that you deserve.
You deserve the best and I am simply not.

Corpulent, relaxed, you’re watching Netflix,
The softer we’ve become as generation.

Your function is unknown like your appendix,
Toil now is just imagination.

The days go by as you grow older,
But never faster than the lies.

You told yourself when you were bolder,
But lies catch up you realize.

That you could make it, become stronger,
Reach your dreams, that was the prize.

But you gave up, and now you ponder,
That dreams can die, in your surprise.

He grabs my leg and pulls it over him, his hair falls in my face
I wrap my arms around him, tightening our embrace
I cannot get enough of him, he knows my body like his own
With only his fingertips, he never fails to summon my moan
Then we relax, watch Netflix and get food
My parents may tell me Satan's bad, but today he did good