art and life

I see drunk people out among the humans and think, “homeslice just took himself out of the race.” I get it. I just dip my toe in the thoughts, the warm embrace of the bus sending me into the unknown. Truly fucked thinking from a truly fucked place of growth in my life. The universe finds a way.

Slowly, the toxic bile running through my veins turns to a less toxic balance of low iron and a fistful of raw cashews. Old wounds heal over like vines encapsulating a cancer and encrypting it forevermore. I talk to people, who still have their souls intact; maybe their hearts are more pure. Better get busy cuddling shadows.

the amygdala flip-flop shadow.

Anxi…

Doors open, dungeons and dragons are real.

I escape with some gaming in the evening now, enough to switch off from the absolute terror of humanity. The veil has lifted, the machines throw fresh meat at the problem, you dance and slice through enemies,daemons. Go to a comic-con, take a fistful of Viagra and fuck a cactus, the world is ours. There are more meat-sheilds in queen beds than fragile egos in Rangers.

Whatever your flavour of escaping the modern life, good on you.. you are really doing it. First you notice the toxic people, environment, workplace, litter-box, and of course you recognise deathfromabove69/420.

helplessness

I have decided to move to the other side of the country, not to run, just to return home to family. I thought I had found love and support here, but it was delusion. It is nice to pretend like you are loved, though. I am loved, by humans and cats alike. No more painting red flags green.

I am truly sorry for all the love I took for granted too. I do not like to make excuses, there are enough excuses in the world. I am finally starting to figure this meatsack I am trapped in, so much closer to its expiry date than I imagined.

finding neo

🏵️ I am grateful for being released

🏵️ I am grateful for all the support from friends and family

🏵️ I am grateful for the opportunity to continue to breathe

🏵️ I am grateful for iron transbobulation

The universe carries on, despite the noise.

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