07.18.2019. ink&rage
Magic work says the approaching cat.
Where’s there’s truth, there’s magic.
Power in independence.
Only there can you find that all we’re told is impossible is in fact possible.
​So the story goes…
You have the manifesting powers you’re asking for in the external.
Behind the door is another doorway closer to your core.
Not discovering, just admitting your destiny to you.
Secret says--
Your destiny is just your true desires.
--jgrim__

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07.17.2019. ink&rage
​The breaths I’ve taken,
the breaths you’ve taken from me.
The breaths, the breaths I take now from no one in particular.
The breaths to chisel the time of our lives, inch by inch.
Beating breaths, on the great escape, bathed in sweat,
straining for that breath of higher consciousness.
For a moment.
For a breath.
Flooded head, calm and free,
as our pre-designed world will never allow us to be.
The breath taken just to move along.
The steady breaths in full rhythm of the slumber realm.
The breaths to take us from one level to the next.
We
start
and
end
with a breath.
--jgrim__

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07.17.2019. ink&rage
Roll up all the smokes you can get your hands on.
Everything feels like slow motion.
Cogs in the routine.
Up in the middle of the night.
Where’s the bud, where’s the buddy?
Gotta get off, gotta jump off, can’t get off this fucked up merry go round. Can you see it? can they see it?
Spinning in a painted circle
I just wanna feel it.
They’re so content to live the numb lifestyle I’ve never developed a tolerance for.
They, you, me, who the fuck is who?
to cold to care,
Sweating too much in the summer air.
Thirsty or crazy,
On a good day I’m just hazy.
Don’t know where I’m going but I don’t feel like I’m here.
Music is your friends.
Stuck surrounded by this lot,
I fuck not.
 
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07.15.2019. ink&rage ​
We say “storm’s coming”, but the storm’s already here.
If you’re working for anything,
​you’re living in the storm.
Not much time for breaks,
We take the time-outs from the storm
but the storm keeps going with or without us.
Life is the storm.
Fight it,
Roll with it,
Wait it out,
Hide--
the storm keeps going without us.
Endless chaos.
Endless possibility.
--jgrim__

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. 
--jgrim__

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