i can’t remember the date
only the importance
but even that is a shadow of reality

i remember running here
like a vulture finding hope on a living rotting man

“what are you doing”, I laughed with a subtle yet firm disapproval of his organized nihilism

the devil has been so busy sweeping out the cobwebs

he forgot there’s an army of 144,000 coming after his head

maybe it’s night sweats or die-off symptoms

from a life I’ve lived before

– and it was nothing worth dying on the sword

your gift wasn’t returned with hastened shame
but set on a shelf like a golden statue

next to all the broken promises and lies I’ve given myself

I came but I did not conquer
maybe that was the goal after all

but didn’t your eyes lure me like candy

even in my nightmares, I can feel you there

oh holy hell

if he could see things without his rose-tinted cgi filters

he could see that I am everywhere

the fertile soil

the molten lava

endless possibilities

but he keeps betting on his numbers

his dying slumbers

and rest he’ll never have

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i don’t know how to make a good blog post. i don’t know how to get any additional pages to ‘appear’. and I’m sure I’m being punished for trying to figure shit out and openly talk about it but wordpress’s solution or “the happiness engineers” is to pay them $500 to build me a blog but I’ll need to upgrade to a business plan m’kay

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i think not tho

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Julian Date 24003: freestyle 02.

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