arms of love
My work has become a breeding ground of ridiculous annoyances. Smells, age, bad taste, obesity, these are things I don’t have patience for. Blood, physical deformities, psychological disorders, chromatic vomit- these offer a refreshing break from the germicidal corner which I’m restricted to, when not visiting rooms. They're responsible for an arcadia of escape and provide the sort of appropriated analysis that warms my air-conditioned blood.
I wasn’t always a freak: those children who begin wailing the second they spy a flash of sterile steel--that was me. I don’t know when the change took place, or why it was made, I’m only conscience of the result. In all probability, I'm really angry. I've thought into it, trying to decide if I've arrived or moved past the normal acrimony of adolescence ...the fact is, I don't feel altogether angry, much less appear as so. Rather than be brought down by an onerous situation, I can keep my bearings with grace and ease. I think my angst's are entirely valid: I'm upset with my body, not having the right shoes, the dog doesn't listen to me, my hair is always messy, et cetera. I revel in small calamities, they keep me human.
Above all, they barricade me from being swept up in the deluge of atomic plebeians’ that seem to enclave my home park. You're preaching the torment of daily headlines, I'm mad because I forgot to buy cat food again. I'm not cut off from maladies of the spirit; I empathize with feeble minds and inveterate practices. I feel for all the needless woes; I've witnessed a man determined simply to drive open a door because he's missing a fucking arm, a girl who's traded substance for a split-lip and a black eye because he's still says I Love You between bashes, children who're taxed day by day for the parents dilapidation, the fact is: I'm relentless, impregnable, omnipotent.
I don't lament over things that're out of my command, and I don't sanction prevalent difficulties. And whether this out of anger, or a plain aptitude for devil's luck is irrelevant, because aboveboard, I will never fail. This isn't to say that I won't fuck you over, but at least you can be assured that you, you who are with me, apart of me, inside me, you unanimously collected all at once, as a body, as a group, as a whole, as one, collectively, communally, cooperatively, en bloc, ensemble, in a group, in chorus, in unison, jointly, together, unanimously, unitedly, wholly, with one voice ...will go with me.
I wasn’t always a freak: those children who begin wailing the second they spy a flash of sterile steel--that was me. I don’t know when the change took place, or why it was made, I’m only conscience of the result. In all probability, I'm really angry. I've thought into it, trying to decide if I've arrived or moved past the normal acrimony of adolescence ...the fact is, I don't feel altogether angry, much less appear as so. Rather than be brought down by an onerous situation, I can keep my bearings with grace and ease. I think my angst's are entirely valid: I'm upset with my body, not having the right shoes, the dog doesn't listen to me, my hair is always messy, et cetera. I revel in small calamities, they keep me human.
Above all, they barricade me from being swept up in the deluge of atomic plebeians’ that seem to enclave my home park. You're preaching the torment of daily headlines, I'm mad because I forgot to buy cat food again. I'm not cut off from maladies of the spirit; I empathize with feeble minds and inveterate practices. I feel for all the needless woes; I've witnessed a man determined simply to drive open a door because he's missing a fucking arm, a girl who's traded substance for a split-lip and a black eye because he's still says I Love You between bashes, children who're taxed day by day for the parents dilapidation, the fact is: I'm relentless, impregnable, omnipotent.
I don't lament over things that're out of my command, and I don't sanction prevalent difficulties. And whether this out of anger, or a plain aptitude for devil's luck is irrelevant, because aboveboard, I will never fail. This isn't to say that I won't fuck you over, but at least you can be assured that you, you who are with me, apart of me, inside me, you unanimously collected all at once, as a body, as a group, as a whole, as one, collectively, communally, cooperatively, en bloc, ensemble, in a group, in chorus, in unison, jointly, together, unanimously, unitedly, wholly, with one voice ...will go with me.