"I've got this killer up inside of me... I can't talk to my mother, (friends, women, coworkers, associates, affiliates, city council, the internets, the homeless or even your mother) so I talk to my diary."

-that Scarface song from Office Space

Son of the Scion of Nada then Nada

A modern Frost
The contemporary Yeats
I muse whilst the concerting
Noun and verb masturbate
To one another;
That word before scribed by neither
But my age does perpetuate a different climate,
Effectively it incubates
A perpetual lack of climax;

That I abuse
As my own consort
’till black and blue it be
Purporting an atheist, objective repose:

I expose all the while I distort.

See, my own perceived
Omnipotence is conceived falsely toward
Unlimited ejaculation for me;
For a feeling
That I could possibly
Exacerbate some kind of
Morally explicit futility
Forever more.


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