I am the daft cunt Here…
like wishing to be the maestro has locked me still among the windows that my friends face out from… where these lives captured in moments are leading me, I know not… I get harder at the slight notion of a life lived differently, but maybe that would be the literate fool within this body, trying to write every sordid detail down like the ego catching up with the feeling… my mind percolates all those raucous ideas into the meat residing somewhere above the brainstem forcing to think those juvenile things that harangue society deeply… rudely manipulated by a system that would rather see me harmed for entertainment’s sake… is there any wonder why the result is so rude and offensive to all appearances?… in the quiet place there is solace for all of us, but those of us awake among the sleeping tiptoe so as not to forsake ourselves in the hells of social torment…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on August 9th, 2008 in i for Ipseity..., khet's coroner. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.