cancer chemistry Call it the marginal difference of two numbers or the rebalancing of karmic justification the rising height of fault lines colliding took us high into the atmosphere and we should have suffocated but lucky me, asphyxiation gets you off you fucking spider, spindling our discrepancies in a tight cocoon you feed off of at night, in the dark just at that moment when I’m about asleep, when everything seems alright the problems predictably resurface, the lights get turned on, the lethal bite occurs, the toxic infection invades and I’m left helpless, hoping the nightmare is pinched unreal but it never is.
fault the ectoplasmic goop flowering 4am circadian waves that haunt you the following day, harassing normal routine, taunting in shallow, victorious celebration; but don’t blame me for inability. fault a psychiatric diagnosis flowering delusions of grandeur that you’ll find the finish line that evaporates after a few days of being held over a hot stove eroding into hopeless failure. and you blame me for conducting inability? fault your fucking self for apathy, for wasting weeks watching comedy central constantly to enter deluded, altered reality, and dissociating, daydreaming, disconnecting distortion after detached distortion and blaming me… seriously, get in gear or better yet, go away. this dumb drama blows.
Nice venting! -cancer chemistry- is basically the way I wanted to write "something" (didn't know what) a few days ago, but the words just never came and they come to you so naturally! -dumb drama blows- Love the three stanzas, the first two seem to posess some rational, some sense, and then the 3rd one is just plain aggrivated, tense but I did get stuck on the d alliteration, especially when "distortion" was repeated twice, not sure how truly necessary that was. And then the last stanza just gives up on the person all together, exhale, brush them off and move on.
for the love of God, stop repeating that reliable excuse: "abandonment’s rudiment relieves moral responsibility" it’s gotten old. worn out. overused. the whole world, by now, knows an avalanche perpetuates accrual; that fusion is self sustaining; that you lie, cheat, and cry to get your way. that sinkhole’s suction vamps weak rational tendencies, and multiplies its repulsive piles of problematic conditions, and it’s nothing new, no, not at all.
I liked the first effort here. Although still a little wordy, it does have wonderful moments of self-realization and its expressed anger touches home right across the human continent.
These one's made me laugh a bit because most of your others didn't include swearing. Im glad to see that you never stop 'fulmah' especially on 'Cancer Chemistry'. What does 'granduer' mean in 'dumb drama blows' I was't too sure?
thanks for the replies, all! basically it's "delusions of greatness" if you're asking what I'm actually talking about though, it's in reference to someone who can't finish anything at all. decides she wants to be a chef (just an example) so enrolls in school, talking how great it's going to be, how succesful they'll be; then starts school and drops out after a week or two because it's too hard, and besides, they realized that what their real calling is to be a vet; so they start taking classes, then drop out... repeat over and over again...
Cool. Thanks 'Fulmah'. I can understand poetry etc it's just that I didn't know what 'granduer' ment, I'd never hear it before.
Toxic pop chicks communicate in aluminum tinted voices, talking to me about distortion and the choices I’ve been making lately on this margarita kick, with this telepathic reputation translating chattering faery tales with sloshed, slurred imagination. So, during your hesitation, pay attention to facial language. Unwrap your pretty presents with a scowl and squinted eyes. Don’t you despise phographs? Don’t tornadoes scare you stiff? Isn’t there an eraser erasing the imaginative? You alternative queen, attracted by a breeze’s randomness by narcotic ingredients, by varieties of vegetables… Indeed, the beautiful, the disaster, the cheese and fucking crackers; it’s happening and fucking hip. Avert your eyes. Blush. Discomforted?
-Don’t tornadoes scare you stiff? - this line alone was like a jolt of inspiration!! -by narcotic ingredients, by varieties of vegetables… - This is pure awesomeness! -Avert your eyes. Blush. Discomforted?- Ouch, bang! This caustic piece is kickin with style and I'm loving it!
~* Love reading your stuff but my favorites had to be the first two. all too well I know those feelings. Hate thinking about all the goodies I missed by you and others while I was absent. Thanks. *~
