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why
why does every outlet for expression fall victim to the predator of meloncholy?
why are you a tasteless piece of shit?
why do you glorify yourself in the light and possessions of a world who knows no glory or true beauty?
why do you put such faith and comittment in paintings, poems, sculptures, runes....that which is a collage of muddled illusions, subject to change; perceptual bullshit. bullshit smeared on your eyes, robing your body, engulfing your foot and spewing from your writers pen, your artists brush, your filthy mouth. you artist. you fool. you lover of illusions and lies.
why do you fear my severity. why do you fear my inquirys? what is so threatening of unshaken, plowing pressing and burning...surreality? why is a stern tone an ignored tone.
why do you flirt with strangers, when strangers are the enemy? why do derrive so much satisfaction from the dancing around a flame like a moth levitating towards illumination.
why havent you given up on strutting your sorry/sad, tasteless, flaky, materialistic riddled piece of bullshit artist self all around. why havent you given up playing the game of "intrigue" or should i say the cat and mouse game of society. why dont you just take what you want, speak what you mean and love whom you love. why?
why does every outlet for expression fall victim to the predator of meloncholy?
why are you a tasteless piece of shit?
why do you glorify yourself in the light and possessions of a world who knows no glory or true beauty?
why do you put such faith and comittment in paintings, poems, sculptures, runes....that which is a collage of muddled illusions, subject to change; perceptual bullshit. bullshit smeared on your eyes, robing your body, engulfing your foot and spewing from your writers pen, your artists brush, your filthy mouth. you artist. you fool. you lover of illusions and lies.
why do you fear my severity. why do you fear my inquirys? what is so threatening of unshaken, plowing pressing and burning...surreality? why is a stern tone an ignored tone.
why do you flirt with strangers, when strangers are the enemy? why do derrive so much satisfaction from the dancing around a flame like a moth levitating towards illumination.
why havent you given up on strutting your sorry/sad, tasteless, flaky, materialistic riddled piece of bullshit artist self all around. why havent you given up playing the game of "intrigue" or should i say the cat and mouse game of society. why dont you just take what you want, speak what you mean and love whom you love. why?