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Knocking Over the Empty

what spills when last we left this mess to the mass of liquid persuasions letting the zombie monster loose from the soul as it escapes upon impact of that final drink with the system setting in motion events later to be regretted on the part of the narrator as drunken shit parades are forgotten as a luxurious side effect of being this wasted, i can’t take it any more, and the closing hole possessed with distress at the desire for these dreadful attempts at making myself the more social by excusing that beast who is the ‘face-eater’ baring my flesh like it were a natural form to take in acting out against others or betraying trusts better left unspoken because they cannot be taken back once said aloud… people are each dealing with their own demons that try to possess and overwhelm us into fitful stupor so as to be open to the attacks that drive the beaten human to this oppressive idea of oblivion used in eliminating oblivion from thinking as the heart gets lost in its’ own twitching spells disposed to making one think endlessly of those fucked up instances where if only a bestial side of ourselves could awaken and eliminate the creeping distortions inherent in trying to live a life free of those killing obligations from which others seem to suffer, what loses me is how much i want to suffer as the martyr set upon as a person deserving of this instrument of torture for their people like sacrificial scapegoat sent into oblivion just as easily with a knife or noose yet that is how cruel we have to be in order to kind of get anything what we want done or the corpse gets left unidentifiable to authorities, but i think you get my point now that i have illuminated it with a chalk outline like a halo pretending it was just children playing in this large tarmac yard now as crime scene made out as Hyde’s playground of shed blood and skin that doctor Jekyll has to now clean-up as automatic trauma takes the objective sting out to a bar like a friend to offer a drink… the toxic soul beast released when the appropriate amount of liquor or spirits is applied to taste to which some understand the “right” to drink as the right to drink too much, and it is in these instances which cause the blackout to occur as binge and purge hidden behind the facial mask twitching with stomach gore still on the lips wants to pass out on the floor, we can say we understand and that we have all been there and done that even though the truth blinds us from empathy as we wonder in harsh tones why people we know can’t just grow up…

Thanks, khet.