----- rant004* ----- again, rogan-x did it..
tasteless going down, like eating brothers skin. Raw dough clogs my nostrils and makes my stomach burn inside out from envy. They have it all so easy. It comes like a flood of hysterics in my blood, raging in frustration. Railing at the correct tree in the wrong age. I was born too late, or early. Im out of time, place, meaning, but not purpose She spans the ages with grey hair and soft wrinkly skin. I belong to a generation of slackers, who will see the downfall of Western society. I belong nowhere in this world, perhaps atop some mountain believing in potassium and spoons. Tonight, as always, I will change. Reinvent myself anew, with new ideas. Fresh face to the world, easy breezy beautiful dreamer boy. Why must I? I want to sleep the long sleep, leave for greyer pastures. A time when big animals will recreate gore and unbleed the world. Regrowth through regression. Believe if you want, but I must go. Not tonight, no... I must change more times and be more people for more reasons than youll ever guess. Geriatric park, man! It makes me sick, scared! Looking at the atrophy and misuse of so much flesh! Give it to ME! Ill use it, shape it into useful anything thatll go down harsher, make you bleed and think. Blood for my thirst, thought for you. Parasitic vitality and coarse reality blend smooth together with the glue of hatred and war. I prepare this dirge for my brothers and sisters, failthless and happy among the stars. I reach farther with hands unbound by selflessness so pure it can be perverted by the desperate Wishers who seek swift resolution of my threat to their reality. Begone, such foul utterances as this go unpunished, but who gives a damn!? Not me, says I says he... The Nowhere Man mightve survived if hed have stayed at home, little one. Nowhere, oh nowhere to be seen are the curious facades of hard work and devotion to oneself. We stripped men bare of themselves, and revealed apathy, avarice and greed. So where are you now? What becomes of this question after it leaves my lips? Free thinkers only. Wake up as yourself. This is too old to eat the pie of always glory, the morning afterglows in dusty perceptions. Shredded veneer and a sick underbelly of glowing resentment I feel so strong in my bones I can verbalize it and taste it on my lips when I but mention your name: You are Age. The destruction and renewal cycle, death and life but who comes first? Adam or God? Chicken or Egg? Child or Mother? Rock or Sand? Empty or Full? Do Not Answer, taint. Keep your falsity and your lukewarm theology. Take the hand of a book and shake it until it falls off I will be standing laughing crying in disbelief. Screw you for having tried, blame. I place it on your shoulders, to reset a bent perspective like the fractured arm of a nine year old redhead. I learned to decieve at the ankles of a master Welcome to the world of puppets my son my lover my misty moon on high. I am restless trash to you, floating on a dead sea of castor oil and fish bones. I disturb, I am one, I am your conscience which you will shun for you think... To think that you would dare to think your conscience would forget you, would abandon you at a time like this. So devour every word I have to say, with punctuation as condiment and with reason and treason as your kinfe and fork. You go up in flames, lost inside your head. Spinning down like flames trailing activity crackling destruction and overwork. Load it onto the tab, barkeep. Drown not your sorrows in spirits, drown them in me. If you feel transparent now, give it up and DIE!