Twofold
bitter visions
one snake one dragon
they are trying to find a way out of
this hellscape, this eternal
pretension, of this material bondage
and the way it all seems to
come together seems like a sick joke
like we are supposed to find
synchronicity in all this?
I'm just sitting at my writer... freeroaming
I do not feel like undertaking any missions
I do not want to know what the secret
affairs of the state or of capital are
I'm sure they all fuck and suck and have
big think tank orgies that must last for days
that's probably an understatement. I desire
to not know what the fuck happens behind
closed doors
Still, yet... I feel the eyes on me
I feel like everyone wants a piece of what I have
my soul, my mind... perhaps
they were not my own to begin with
Maybe they are out here too..
floating around, no mission in life...
no real existential flame of life
(most young folks lose that around age 25, I think,
it just packs it's seretonin and dips)
what if....
what if we're all someone elses baggage.
just, personified. molded from the primordial clay,
if you will.
The aggregate suffering of everyone really must be more
than the buddha himself even thought.
just a few dozen people on this planet..
sometime in the stone age
one of them started suffering and then
the others followed like dominoes until everyone just
started raw dogging like mad and started pushing out babies
I have not been to sleep yet
The Night Watch 