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

𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷𝟼 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜
𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎
𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝.
𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖
𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑
𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚢
𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢.

Friend: “ How are you spending your time in quarantine?.”

Me: “ Wake up, eat, watch netflix, more netflix series, eat, again some netflix series and then finally have a good night sleep.
Repeat every day”

Fact is stranger than fiction.
Quentin sits for days trying to think of a plot,
As dazed and twisted as his.
And should the Tiger King take Quentin under his wing,
I am sure that Quentin's mouth will be searching for teeth.
(but then again, don't you think Quentin is a tad bit
old?)
Benevolent monarch, with peasants made of fur.
Boldy he strays upon a kingdom never his.
And the peasants,
They have no choice
Have no voice,
Nothing but the strength to look the Tiger King's
Advisor in the eye
as they say
"Goodbye".