Rain falls from the clouds
Water from the sky
I'll be ******
if you think you can
**** with me one more time

Narcissus has a script
Narcissus has a plan
Narcissus wants to see you do
a little song and dance

He's under the illusion
Everyone around him is dumb
Offer any logical opinion
And once more he's on the run

Narcissus offers you a fantastical amazing deal
Narcissus offers a real awesome solution
Narcissus will conveniently be
too busy or forgetful
to follow through on his promises
Naricissus leaves you in a web of confusion

Don't trust him
Let that ship set sail
Any ounce of self-respect you lend to him
Will check-bounce to no avail

Real men don't abandon responsibility
Abandon other humans, ex-lovers, children
For familiar blank void shores
What only matters is sending Narcissus on a flight
onto Icarus's wings, watch him burn, in the light of a perfect
sun
Forget the blank void shores
Your mirror is cracked like your soul
Because when it rains it pours

He's under the illusion
Everyone around him is dumb
His only love is himself
His mirror is a pair of mental handcuffs
And he's on the wing of Icarus
Soaring straight into the sun

Everyone around him is dumb
So he thinks
As he soars
Into the sun
Everyone is dumb

The reflecting light hits his mirror
The mirror that is never enough
And Narcissus finally sees from the light of the sun- himself
And it's far too late
To remove the handcuffs

So much for the familiar blank void shores
Because when it rains it pours

and they thought
   premature depression
was bad...

                       mmm... hmm...

mainstream uses this
cartesian dichotomy of
anti-dialectics
  with a catch-phrase
                           beginning with:

   'but that's subjective'...

   i'm currently stuck on
heidegger's no. 66 of VII -

beginning with:

    the "object" of philosophy.

so there is no subject,
given the mainstream media,
given that a dichotomy
can exist, if it interchanges
alternative posits
and yet retains
a subject, and an object:
mechanism?

   forget about writing
anything in greek...

    φυσις: fusis - fission -
      fusion -
                   "nature"...
counter via  
                          **** ex machina...
(and with language foremost) -

i'll rob the greeks from
their excessive diacritical application,
and dress up the lost trojan
in english, with a few distinctions...

           τηχνε

funny, eh?
    short e prior to a long e that
doesn't require frankish trebuchet launch
patterns of: from high above...

at least the hebrews hid their vowels,
this, modern greek
peacock stalking a garden filled
with serpents?
           i'm not buying the new testament
crap...
   the greeks didn't promise to
keep the unearthing of
   the nag hammadi library intact...

neither did the latter-day roman inheritors...
**** it, have the football match...

the 19th century, and the 20th century
philosophers could have cited
greek as a case for samson's pillars,
                and focus...

i'm done!

          it's not cheap within the confines
of techno...

                  see the barrage of waves?
now swim, swim *******! swim!

           ⠝⠕⠺          ⠊         ⠎⠑⠑    

        (chee              k'si            shee),

the greeks seriously went rampant
with diacritical application...

         which... did very little...
to matter in dictating elocution lessons
having to mind other languages...

you could have sold that sort
of ******* to the english -
who are: stark naked,
  with no, absolutely no
      concept of orthography...

tongue numbing R - the lost trill...
the lost rattle-snake...

    so what's bad about a subjective view?
is it: implosive to the point
of a disappearing act
   reached with the help of ****** death?!
objectively?
        head-****?!
wouldn't an objective answer
be a head-****,
  rather than entertaining
the softcore software
                      notion of a subject?

i'm in a ******* cartesian hell with
these people...
                  with what used to be
synonymous, superimposable,

   has become antonym, and chemical
"naricissus" of,           chiral...    

                      let us deviate from prisons,
institutions, and asylums, they said,
let us craft an agglomerate, they said...
    a "silent" majority, they said...
and they said this, and they said that...
    of what became a mea culpa juggling
act of a society:
    expose the "tyrants":
                             but hide the culprits.