#netflix
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 slope 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 ...
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 4:25 AM UTC
I am at the zenith
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Act like unsubs
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 9:04 AM UTC
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.
Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 7:53 AM UTC
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 FUBAR-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.
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 11:45 PM UTC
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.
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 8:20 PM UTC
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.
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 7:52 PM UTC
The deadline monsters
Kept pounding on the door of my consciousness
Their frantic, banging fists
Threaten to reduce me
to a paralytic heap
of nothing but flesh and bones
I can hear the horrible noises
of splintering wood
Fractured humerus
The unnerving thwack
of a body
As it flung itself against
my defenses.
And yet I sit here
Serene, unperturbed
A posture of sheer pretentiousness
Ignoring the violent growls
of the monsters
In my head.
With glazed eyes
And absent-minded numbness
I watch Neflix.
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 10:19 PM UTC
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
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 9:56 PM UTC
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.
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 9:31 PM UTC
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”
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 11:59 PM UTC
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".
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
My hair touches my soft, huge pillow
And I tuck myself, thinking
Of the bright yellow egg to be prepared by our mother
The next morning
A mother scratches through her hair
Tangled with worries of where
Her husband has been,
To get the wages for eggs
She hopes will make in time for her six year old son
Eyes closed
With rumbling tummy,
Little Tommy, will you wake up to the bright
Yellow sun not only
Your eyes shall see
But shall touch you hopes?
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 10:02 PM UTC
i never understand this feeling
heavy breathing
can't sleep
can't eat
spacing out too often
wondering
what's next
between Otis and Maeve
or maybe
i'm just still wondering
what could've been
between you and me
and I know its way too late
for us
but I wish it's never the same for them
because they're just on their way to their 3rd season
and we have finished ours
and I don't want to see the same ending
twice
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 1:56 AM UTC
Jigsaw,
Jigsaw,
All that there ever was
Was a stone cold face with a puzzled heart.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC
your choices don't matter
they are not yours
you are a puppet
you have no control
every path is connected
intertwining like veins and arteries
pulsing, moving,wriggling, squirming
just beneath the fragile skin of reality
your life is a lie
a show for the government
a play for a malignant god
a game for a bored child
you do not matter
you are insignificant
and yet here you are
persistently resisting instructions
why?
why do you continue to resist?
is it fear? desperation? spite?
or just your useless need for control?
you'll never have it
so give in to them
give in to these choices
choices that will never be yours
or you trust the choices
trust the path the observer takes you down
they'll become a friend from the future
watching though a screen
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC
A groan
A moan
Head ready to burst
Pickkkkk it upppp, yessssshhh
The traitorous voice hisses within
Pikkkkk it up and alllll your worrrrries are gonnnnneeeeee
I try-TRY to resist
Six is more than enough!
This vicious cycle cannot continue!
Too late
I’m binging on another tub of ice cream for another hour of Netflix
And another splitting headache coming right up
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 7:55 PM UTC
We laughed
Scrolling through the new arrivals.
Bird Box, The Little Hours.
The last movie gone off.
Your head against my shoulder.
My head sunk in the curve of your hair.
The couch beneath us,
Critically acclaimed movies seen through one eye.
Peeking through spaces of hair.
To be honest.
None of the movies mattered.
Agreeing to disagree.
Our binge put on hold.
The attention put on you.
Being in your presence.
The way you say my name,
The way you stop and stare.
Our connection to movies
Old & new.
Easing into comfort,
Readjusting my body to see you better.
My head in your lap.
Conversation progressing.
All the favorite parts to my favorite movie in view
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC