Just some random thoughts that are too abstract to be formally categorised so let’s call it poetic. Or maybe its something true and significant but disconnected from anything useful. And this is a test. To write here is a test. Testing, testing 1, 2, 3. Notes in abstraction. Getting it all out.
The end of civilisation,
the starvaion, and he said:
be on the right side
or you know not your
self. Less the thin thread.
Flower flower leaf,
petal petal knot,
pretty gift got.
Knock on the door,
I wanna dance, cry with you, i love you.
chill and cool,
chill and cool…
Based and baypilled,
Chaste and flay shilled,
Pun dit iconoclasm,
Leftist tears orgasm.
College canker. University ulcer.
The plumbing in my university library is alive. The plumbing literally pulsates.
It is like breath or the circulation of blood by a pumping heart.
The taps are breathing.
The building’s blood is pulsating.
The innards have been rotting for years.
The water has been spiked with a blue chemical.
Poisoned or medicated.
And now the walls are crumbling underneath.
A strange smell used to reek in the stairwell.
This has gone but a green blue mould is there.
I know because they’ve the walls opened and I see it underneath.
This is how I became aware of the poisoning
Misantropic. Meglomaniacal. Nihilstic. World destroyer.
Inner journey points:
Having a bath.
Last edited :- Sat, 07 May 2022 23:15:17 BST