ROTTenCULTure (Matt Goodman)

I don’t do pretentious “deep underground” anything.  I am here only to speak to the woman that absolutely makes me insane… With both love and hate. Romance is a duplicity; a construct of self loathing paired with a die hard fastidious desire to protect as well as to impress.


I have been a voyeur here….for a while.

My biggest regret is a strange one.


It happens to be when a certain elitist brat tried. To share some work with me…and I declined.


Our whole sordid affair is wrought with horrible undertones of neglect; yet the pungent and palpable pain I feel in hindsight for neglecting to accept her token….her hand in the copacetic caustic crusade of love…through the lovely and licentious act of just….
Knowing she’s there.


You don’t know what you have till it’s gone.


You don’t know what you are; till you know.


At that point; heaven and hell become some amalgamation of self; if enlightenment is nirvana…I’d rather be condemned to suffer.


We don’t grow and strive in comfort.

Despair and pain are gifts.


Love…isn’t a battlefield when your spouse is a giant intellectually…it’s covert ops.


Kill your heart. Grow another one. Decimate your ego. Appreciate what you have. Never stand still. Never fucking surrender. And dear bruised fruit spit that shit the fuck out.