art is my religion

[v462]

‘i’ am in severe needency to divorce myself from this self-destructive comfort zone of apathy, intoxication & sloth. Motionless/silence/a frozen space.  Either that or the majority of my previous entrees shall manifest. Even if one had no purpose here, a something must surly be better than this nothing. A dormant & familiar fear is surfacing. I am

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‘god’ & the boy superimposed:

[v462]

Octopus Conductor

[anonymous]

What on earth do you Think I did to you this time?! Must we go through this every year?! I mention that I have a gift for you, and you turn that into something negative? How dare you. How dare you do this to me again and again. I have given you too much. I have let my guard down to you far too many times. We had nothing more than a snake trapped in brushfire. I am left with your memory suffocating me. You continue to suck the life from me- so shamelessly. You are the death of my poet, my beliefs in spiritual connections and my forgiving heart. I`shall burn my gifts for you in the fire of my own anger, in hopes to rid myself of every lingering image, every moment I thought we shared... and I hope you feel it blister... I hope you smell the smoke... I hope you choke on your bitter words and my betrayed tears. I thought you were different, and now I see it is true, you are a hateful soul, a lousy friend and you deserve to feel the pain of your self-inflicted loneliness in misery for the rest of your wasted days.

*Good~Bye*