No one cares who you like or who you follow.
No one cares what you post or what you share.
No one cares about your story or your memes.
No one cares what you comment or what you click.
No one cares because they don’t know how to care about you.
No one cares because you don’t know how to care about them.
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What I mean to say is “I appreciate you”. Each and every one of you.
The ruling is a simple one. Stop being a fucking baby. There’s no paradise thing. We made every step, always our own, never for another, pretending maybe, but that’s a child’s game.
Life has to be lived, the same as it’s always been. It doesn’t matter how long or short the game, black-outs and cash-outs included, it’s played to the end. Grow the fuck up and keep posting your dog and cat pics. They’re fucking hilarious.
I wrote all day. And then I wrote more. I went at it too long, and now I feel stupid and stoned. I was out of it, that was certain, all those images and words gone from my head. I was voided. There was nothing.
I remember thinking that the story was important. But now…I don’t know. It seems more a never-ending thing about drugs and sex and redemption too, but all towards death and forgetting, tomorrow and tomorrow and who cares.
My hands looked weird, and I didn’t know where I was. I tried to think if I could still get booze at the store and got vertigo. That was all I had. And I needed something for tomorrow. I knew that. And the day after that. I just didn’t know what.
Enjambment:
Capitalistic propaganda effects
the spirit much
as porn without
the release
Chiasmus:
Naked capital is the only investment worth your while.
Watch and wait until end of reels. Why exactly?
The truth is that it is not worth the wait. Except that I always seem to scroll to another asking me to wait for it. Again.
Well, these might be a little more predictable. A little scary though how they all fall in line.
But it is an endless looping thing. And I need to sleep. Oh, by the way, I am writing Anori again. Draft nine, ten or eleven, something like that. My next blog is on that. Wait for it!
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