dawn

Less than a dozen

Acrimony.

Meaning? Tension. Stress? Strife?

Acrimonious.

Acrylic acrimonious ambidextrous.

I see lightning and I hear heavy rain on a metal roof.

Projection is not real life, and no one shows their inner thought.

Palestinians sure do got it rough though, right?

The Bible is on the other side and those people aren’t allowed to win,, except at boxing.. And basketball 🏀

I like how unconditionally uncomfortable it makes people.

And I like it when the Bible is challenged.

Because it Fuckin deserves it.

And you can take that thought and expand on it.

I like when people get challenged, and they get sooo mad 🤣

Yes.. it’s funny.

And that’s all the strength you need,

All you need to keep going ❤️

You don’t even have to believe in what you’re saying 🤣

(but I do)

Yeah…

I do.

No bloodshed comes from any of my words,and fate is the most romantic concept.

And strength.

And relentlessness.

Stand on it like a believer stands with Christ.

Maybe Christ guides, you don’t know,, that shit mysterious.

You proud of anything?

Got anything?

Did you make anything?

Did you start any conversations?

Or did you tell the world how cool you are?

Did you strut?

Parade yourself about.

Golden calves walk on two legs .

Crucify yourself, there’s no clicks in it?

Well bucko, sure is a lot to make fun of out there.

If you can do it without being reactionary,I’d say you’re doing it right.

Speak truth to power?

I’d rather speak directly to you.

I’ve got a few questions.

And I don’t die.

And I came from nothing.

And I prefer the quiet.

And it’s easy for people to push your buttons if your buttons are worn on the outside.

I regret.

I regret letting it get to me.

But you get stronger.

And you still refuse.

And the outside world needs an asshole to mock it. Just like you do.

Audience is not the point.

And sometimes it feels so good to ruin something.

And no one gets to take away my God damn diary, only death.

Give a fuck if you feel me .

Only death.

Meditate on the concept of “purpose”.

And one of the outside strays has several health issues. Patches in the fur missing, pieces of his ear, that boy had a hard life.

And he’s got a little gash on his head, And it doesn’t want to heal.

And he won’t let you get close to him.

I just feed him and wish for the best.

I feel like it’s getting close to his time.

Too many wounds.

Too long living hard.

And he won’t stop fidgeting with his injury.

Tough little mother fucker.

Still spry.

Tough guy.

I wish him the best.

Deep pain

I don’t spend time thinking rationally, most of my energy goes towards keeping up a facade of being a normal person. Holding down a job etc.

I do not understand satisfaction nor is there anything which I strive towards.

Probably a dopamine regulation issue. On top of all the other ones.