(Ep. Existentialism Episode 2-edit 6-17-16)
Give the people love: love is what
they want. Distraction. Their major malfunction.
And I think
I want you for myself. But really, just
want myself, alone. She wants herself,
by herself. We want our merciless selves
alone. Which translates to ‘not wanting
you at all.’ She wanted to be you.
Now, wherever she loves from is
crumbs and rubble. Failure of mixture
between body and brain.
to connect their souls to their bodies,
emotions to senses through preoccupation.
Compulsion toward this thing labeled
‘love,’ because it is the physical sensation
of a thought. Manifestation of mentality, from
inward to out. Takes it from inside, outside.
Wrap your tentacles around me and
suck me in. Let’s invest it all in this
projected thought, until it crashes into some
oncoming projection. Collide in their
mess of bounciness: these balls of bigger
things, condensed, misdirected to each-
This is it, child. The way it is
and will be. We take this misdirection,
redirecting it. We simply pull it
back, and reapply it. Try to
leave the surface smooth, not to
scuff you up too bloody.
of growing flame, feeding off of
This is a crossfire, and no one
is safe. Not until the last
chicken is hatched, and the atom
bombs detonate our minds. The
world of matter is every man’s
cathexis, every dream’s desire.
Kiss the ground and feel it. Touch it
and mean what it says.
copyright: C. Ward 2016