06.23.2019 ink&rage excerpt.
I light a cigarette in rage
furrow my brow and
take a drag of distain.
Distain for the ever
enduringly underwhelming things.
The disgust of mis-projection and rejection.
Rejection of the masses and the majority
Which have condemned me for the longer,
harder road ahead.
We are not made to settle.
I sat up avoiding my dorm room once again,
resolved not to sleep until the wee hours.
A new theme, as it is impossible to sleep in a room full of strangers,
all stacked on top of each other,
highlighting the lack of privacy in our modern day lives.
A flimsy wall doesn’t change the fact it just creates an illusion at an escalated price.
---DO NOT DISTURB---
Everyone tucked under the covers.
Sleeping at the same time, sleeping together.
A bunch of dignified whores.
This is civilization.
06.18.2019. ink&rage excerpt.
I. Can’t. Stay. Still.
Too tame here.
FIGHTING BOREDOM. Life’s great unsolvable challenge.
Chillin’ z only fun if somethin’ z hot first. 22:22
Nothing can distract me from my freedom.
I still don’t know.
Why I think…
Why I think,
Why I think.
I feel it but I don’t. 222
Maybe reality cannot quench what the unknown can stimulate.
Woke up with the same irksome thought,
floating around my uncategorized brain.
This grey spot in the midst of where everything else is black and white.
Except for this grey spot thought.
Only thing that matters is what is.
We’re flawed and quick to condemn what we can’t forgive in ourselves.
In so many ways, it’s easier to
Be condemned than accepted.
06.16.2019 ink&rage excerpt
The artist who doesn’t believe in magic is not able to produce
their truest work.
The people who don’t believe in magic, have yet to remember themselves--
And therefore yet to truly see others.
To be an artist is to be a romantic
And to be a romantic
is to believe in magic.
It makes romantics and cynics alike.