"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


Nothing better than looking through one’s own eyes;
Feeling immutable
Fully understanding the designs
Of the One.
And in truth’s name some of us live
Usurping the masque
Garnered to the unhallowed
Hence fallible;
Nondescript It stares towards you
Fasting, awaiting the chord to become, reverberating
Personifying concussive and pure meaning
One human taking root of what modern man takes for granted
Acknowledging, understanding to the fullest,
Bleeding or hemorrhaging to conceive
An arsenic cleansing between what is lived and what was lost;
Compressing coal
In addendum to the work that is it’s life
Attempting to make concise his or her own
Alchemical holocaust.

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