we're so funny
on this sand crumb
that's crumbling apart
under the weight of our decomposing sanity
in the vast universe,
thinking we're something more than merely a pathetic milisecond of poison
a sad error
(no proofs against)
with our brains that order us
to fight for one more breath
as if it was actually worth anything
other than pain. pain is a given. always.
we give each other the worst
trying our best to fail at failing
and fearing the concept, as if it meant
anything more than just a stumble. our sensitive ego can't take it.
it became stiff and straight. nothing bendable about it. no adaptability.
it's weak and brittle.
and so we protect it. like our biggest treasure
fighting like animals that we've tried to distance our image from.
we want to be pure and glorious. godlike. meanwhile
we're weak, handicapped, lazy, and prideful.
our very nature mocks itself.
An alien would stuff his mouth with popcorn and choke, laughing.
What a beautiful death that must be.
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Lubię molestować swoje bębenki dobrą muzyką o 2 w nocy :D
great vibe.
9.11.23
CZYTASZ
heart beats
Poetry~ poezje itp ~ w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal. the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...
