The pretending that goes into polite conversation is akin to lifting and walking in slow motion each leg into and out of boggy sinking sucking mud that engulfs each step each foot and every word echos its insignificance across the universe. It has to be admired how everyone makes it look easy. They smile, exchange... Continue Reading →
Living Death, a Breakdown
I can’t breathe. Where I am supposed to be, how I am supposed to behave has left my body. I have forgotten, or perhaps knowing was never with me. I am living in a mountain of twisted versions of thoughts and ideas being palmed off as logic and something resembling real, written by self-serving cunts. ... Continue Reading →