#rabies
The fear.
The feeling of not being able to do an action so simple, reflex, human nature.
They bring out the glass, my body screaming at me to look away.
It’s brought to my face
Panic fills my whole body, every nerve lighting on fire.
My throat begins to spasm, sharp, hard pulls that rattle my chest and leave me feeling animalistic and small.
Like a deer with an arrow in its leg.
Scared, helpless, trapped, your body working the way it’s not supposed to.
It is in this moment that I realize,
My body is now a prison.
My most fundamental instincts turned against me,
Leaving me nothing but my strange, echoing thoughts.
I feel a strange sense of serenity.
Does my body reject its own flesh because I’m not deserving of it?
Or is the rejection of my human nature a rejection of mortality itself?
Is this what divinity feels like?
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 3:19 AM UTC
I find it funny how feral people can be,
How basic decency,
Falls to the wayside in exchange for stupidity.
Even the strongest mind,
Who knows what’s right,
Would probably throw their morals aside,
When surrounded by peers.
A pack of rabid dogs,
Prancing around the neighborhood,
Searching for trouble,
And popping bubbles.
Despite their perceived togetherness,
They’d turn on each other, given multiple chances.
They’d eat each other alive,
And no one would be any the wiser.
Morality and decency disappeared momentarily,
In exchange for temporary and fleeting belonging.
Yet, as the dogs’ numbers dwindle,
They search for excess strays,
To spiel their mantra,
And recruit another to replenish their numbers.
When that same pack of rabid dogs,
Finish their innocent recruitment disguise,
Why not find,
Somewhere to vandalize?
They rush into the public bathroom,
Throw around the toilet paper,
Clog the stalls and draw on the mirror.
Anarchy, in exchange for belonging,
Where did common sense go?
They leave the bathroom in disarray,
Causing the custodian's heart to sink low.
Throw a rock through a window,
Key a car and pop its tires,
Beat up a group of decent people,
And when they beg for help, call them all liars.
We like to claim we’re so advanced,
With our brains and intelligence,
But if we, so freely, throw away the difference,
Are we better or worse than the rest of existence?
Throwing away morals for petty gain,
At the expense of another’s pain.
When our common sense is gone,
We’re no better than rabid dogs.
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 1:56 PM UTC
How many women here
have been impregnated
by Elon Musk? looking for hands
He plans to repopulate the planet
single handedly - well, not handed
exactly - you know what I mean.
In Australia, great swaths of Texas,
and of course Mar-a-Lago, he’s a serial offender,
because his ***** is legal tender.
Factoid: you might catch a disease,
he’s sleeping with everyone north of Belize
and several of them, frankly, look ******
Of course, you’d have to listen to him talk. shivers
Unless you say, “Hey, can we do this without conversation?”
That’s when you’d slip on your sleep mask, and, well, you know.
But what would you be thinking about?
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FUN! by KiNG MALA [E]
BLOODONTHETIMBS by Bren Joy [E]
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC