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ropewalker, (excerpt from my talk with another imaginable underdog)
ropewalker, (excerpt from my talk with another imaginable underdog)
the man choose the 'best '
family, soft job, cozy domicil
and poets choose solipsism to say the least
it's.
When you on wreck,
when you need just a little bit help you to basil your porksword
slightlest bit of encouragement
nobody sacrifice for you an inch of their conveniences
so, if your morbid affinities define your serendipity
you will never have a variety of choice
and this is either a choice
you are ropewalker
if you 're not concentrate to balance your step ask Camus Albert
what neither anarchist nor civilian knows, that resistance is illegal !
Only outcast, silly renegate, pariah know it far to well.
isnt thats mean that your fight against corrupt Psychiatrie Science research run always in the heart of failure, collecting herbarium of disgrace and entirely lapse of dignity, existentional wreckage which becomes
the all what remains, your reward, your bonanza..!
look, its all exploding!
all you have to do is go bezerk and express your protest,
about how you dwell in constructed cage as a fucking hostage and puppet of Big Bunny Man.ACAB! but Yet behold,
It must be a 'real powerful poem', not just illitirate note like this of dada psychotic weakling.
To all those ideals you realize like your singular harbour.
Ideals of experience of romatic exstase melted with experience o plain contemplation,
which flowed then into the deadly fight between trial to write and life.
why additionaly you made your martyrdom to jardin of selftreachery?
why dont you revenge your oppresors by your violent ink!
Cos one cant fight against so plenty of bitchasses!?
Well, still you have a chance to withdraw from your frenzied always-thirsty-syndrome
towards tired cynisism..
just where lies the edge between these both that what i cannot say you, my young and so much tortured fellow..
just spit cynicism, lapse of lyrics, lapse of yourself,
in order to turn into same pretty swarmy molodorous „Nietzschean“ like my digital eidolon vis-a-vis of yesteryears
the man choose the 'best '
family, soft job, cozy domicil
and poets choose solipsism to say the least
it's.
When you on wreck,
when you need just a little bit help you to basil your porksword
slightlest bit of encouragement
nobody sacrifice for you an inch of their conveniences
so, if your morbid affinities define your serendipity
you will never have a variety of choice
and this is either a choice
you are ropewalker
if you 're not concentrate to balance your step ask Camus Albert
what neither anarchist nor civilian knows, that resistance is illegal !
Only outcast, silly renegate, pariah know it far to well.
isnt thats mean that your fight against corrupt Psychiatrie Science research run always in the heart of failure, collecting herbarium of disgrace and entirely lapse of dignity, existentional wreckage which becomes
the all what remains, your reward, your bonanza..!
look, its all exploding!
all you have to do is go bezerk and express your protest,
about how you dwell in constructed cage as a fucking hostage and puppet of Big Bunny Man.ACAB! but Yet behold,
It must be a 'real powerful poem', not just illitirate note like this of dada psychotic weakling.
To all those ideals you realize like your singular harbour.
Ideals of experience of romatic exstase melted with experience o plain contemplation,
which flowed then into the deadly fight between trial to write and life.
why additionaly you made your martyrdom to jardin of selftreachery?
why dont you revenge your oppresors by your violent ink!
Cos one cant fight against so plenty of bitchasses!?
Well, still you have a chance to withdraw from your frenzied always-thirsty-syndrome
towards tired cynisism..
just where lies the edge between these both that what i cannot say you, my young and so much tortured fellow..
just spit cynicism, lapse of lyrics, lapse of yourself,
in order to turn into same pretty swarmy molodorous „Nietzschean“ like my digital eidolon vis-a-vis of yesteryears
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