AN OFFERING

i hate the idea that i am not alone

get out there and shove your hands in the dirt and tear out its heart and tell it you love it. it's nice when we can learn from our failures

since the concept of a beginning implies an ending, everything will come crumbling down someday. and what a relief!

stupid me always being optimistic

>become a revolutionary socialist

i have not considered this deeply because its one of those things like "try out for sports teams" that seem neat at first but actually end up being a huge hassle.

megabytes and gigabytes and terabytes. but its all just energy. nothingness is still just energy

something does not need a face or a voice or a name to hurt you. it simply does

who am i? a backup dancer for a madman

who am i? a painting in a dumpster

who am i? a cornered animal

clawing and ripping and screaming and devouring tiny things. things that are not even comparable to my shadow. pathetic.

you dont deserve to take the easy way out. your death should be just as painful and meaningless as mine will be. go look up images of radiation poisoning and then smile. that's my gift to you.

who am i?

you didnt know then and you will never know now. what a shame.