this is a poem that i wrote.
Post-Telochian World
Double thick blood oozes between the cobblestones of our abandoned streets,
Ablaze like trails of oil, blood on fire, drawing spiderwebs of flame from corner to corner.
And it is beautiful.
Mechanical strains of deceased planes and trains writhing in pain bathing in the flames,
Cars upside-down like dogs wanting their bellies rubbed begging the hand to slide further down
and RED ROCKET! RED ROCKET! and ejaculate a stream of gasoline mix with the bloodwebs
and the fire travels back up and the cardog turns red and explodes but nobody notices
and nobody cares.
this is not an isolated incident. it happens in every street of every city of every state of every nation
and Google's satellite maps are red and orange with static
and it is beautiful.
nobody cares or nobody knows because everyone is busy doing their own thing and
you fucking idiots all think that this is a BAD THING but you are no different
masturbating to staged rape on the internet while your sister is being raped for real
in the next room by your father and you come just as he does, father and son
a bonding moment for the both of you if only you knew but you dont because you
just miss each other after you clean up and go downstairs for a postcoital snack
and it is beautiful
and no i'm not being sarcastic i LOVE IT
this is the post-telochian world while he was here we learned to relish
the disgusting beauty of it all and now we have to re-learn it all without him
where everything is better and everything is worse magnified by sixteen-hundred
with pixels as big as your ugly magnificent hideous gorgeous face
and its fucking beautiful
Post-Telochian World
Double thick blood oozes between the cobblestones of our abandoned streets,
Ablaze like trails of oil, blood on fire, drawing spiderwebs of flame from corner to corner.
And it is beautiful.
Mechanical strains of deceased planes and trains writhing in pain bathing in the flames,
Cars upside-down like dogs wanting their bellies rubbed begging the hand to slide further down
and RED ROCKET! RED ROCKET! and ejaculate a stream of gasoline mix with the bloodwebs
and the fire travels back up and the cardog turns red and explodes but nobody notices
and nobody cares.
this is not an isolated incident. it happens in every street of every city of every state of every nation
and Google's satellite maps are red and orange with static
and it is beautiful.
nobody cares or nobody knows because everyone is busy doing their own thing and
you fucking idiots all think that this is a BAD THING but you are no different
masturbating to staged rape on the internet while your sister is being raped for real
in the next room by your father and you come just as he does, father and son
a bonding moment for the both of you if only you knew but you dont because you
just miss each other after you clean up and go downstairs for a postcoital snack
and it is beautiful
and no i'm not being sarcastic i LOVE IT
this is the post-telochian world while he was here we learned to relish
the disgusting beauty of it all and now we have to re-learn it all without him
where everything is better and everything is worse magnified by sixteen-hundred
with pixels as big as your ugly magnificent hideous gorgeous face
and its fucking beautiful