Horrific wonders of the world, sound off like you've got a pair!
The victory march around the neighbourhood lasts not even a block.
Now the chorus of defeat, you must make yourselves heard! We all know how hard you try to be noticed.
Regret injected with delight; a dessert that's come to be delicious. The kind you enjoy but wish you'd never experienced.
Satisfaction, sound off! Are you present today?
... No. It's gone AWOL.
The more you desire, the more you require to feed the new stomach. The more familiar an enemy becomes.
The more you desire, the more you require, like a snowball rolling down a hill. The more you need something, the more you're scared to live without it.
The more you desire, the more you require.
I am not a harsh teacher, nor am I a withdrawal of symptoms. I am simply an unfiltered eye. And an unfiltered eye lacks a bias toward the intricacies of my own shortcomings.
Showing posts with label experimental. Show all posts
Showing posts with label experimental. Show all posts
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Experimental Fiction / D.S. Variety.
Catering to the whims of the lazy and stubborn is not the fault of the lazy and stubborn. It is the fault of those who feel the need to reach out a guiding hand when none should be offered; not till we have lost the world do we begin to find ourselves, and so it should be forever more. The school of hard knocks and the enterprise of deficiency.
When the thoughts of the givers are lowered to satisfy the given, we all suffer.
When the thoughts of the givers are lowered to satisfy the given, we all suffer.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Experimental Fiction / D.S. Variety.
Transcribed from droplet #1397237535
Brain hemorrhages. Involuntary homicide. The less fortunate need not be explained their fate, for they have already met it. A shame, truly. But the question remains: what force determines our fate? Is there a God, a being, a feeling, that moves us along a path? Or is it on our own shoulders, weak and unintelligent by comparison? Neither option is encouraging to me.
Whose cide are you on? Homicide, genocide, infanticide, uxoricide, parricide... the list continues. I find it difficult to concentrate on other tasks when so much dark can be contained in one's heart. When a lack of regard for another life trumps the positive actions we no doubt possess. Perhaps when one reaches the brink and falls, it is not always their fault, but the fault of others. That, though, still leaves the ones who choose to fall. The ones who feel there is no returning from the moonswept dark.
How do we save the ones who don't want saving?
Brain hemorrhages. Involuntary homicide. The less fortunate need not be explained their fate, for they have already met it. A shame, truly. But the question remains: what force determines our fate? Is there a God, a being, a feeling, that moves us along a path? Or is it on our own shoulders, weak and unintelligent by comparison? Neither option is encouraging to me.
Whose cide are you on? Homicide, genocide, infanticide, uxoricide, parricide... the list continues. I find it difficult to concentrate on other tasks when so much dark can be contained in one's heart. When a lack of regard for another life trumps the positive actions we no doubt possess. Perhaps when one reaches the brink and falls, it is not always their fault, but the fault of others. That, though, still leaves the ones who choose to fall. The ones who feel there is no returning from the moonswept dark.
How do we save the ones who don't want saving?
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