“The thief. Once committed beyond a certain point he should not worry himself too much about not being a thief any more. Thieving is God’s message to him. Let him try and be a good thief.” — Samuel Butler, The Note-Books of Samuel Butler
“I’m Just a Simple Country Boy Trying to Make it In the Big City”
it’s the broken ones who reflect the universe
as it actually is
always falling in love with some bitch
who is unfit to have kids
our eyes locked and i watched, like
“should i let her live?”
she smiled, because of destiny
not because of my sociopathic rizz
i approached, “our fate is heavy
but it is what it is,
do you know that Nietzsche wrote
that man is but a bridge?”
we probably shouldn’t reproduce
but help me with these hymns,
you were designed for higher things
that’s why you feel uncomfortable
in your skin;
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i’m in love with a phatty, got me hatching a caper,
just a humble peasant, under skyscrapers
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i’m just a common peasant, one of millions in this city, not at all impressive, just a civilian staying busy; i am on my best behaviour for a few months and then I go completely insane, it’s only a matter of time until i blow up and engulf my workplace in flames, then go back to my room, jerk off and lay in the fetal, turn into a puddle, and evaporate, as my liver is eaten by eagles…
“every three months life is more than i can muster,
is it really a hero’s journey if i die in the gutter?”
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babe of the abyss
come give me kiss
let’s take a risk
that doesn’t involve your wrists
pardon my jokes
i want to be close
i’m a bit of a mess
may i touch your breast
she touches my face
and says;
“baby relax, let go of the facts,
with me, you don’t have to ask,
sometimes you overreact,
they claim that you are evil and mad,
what a laugh,
we both know that if they had to live your life,
they would never last, our only duty
is to learn to love
our path”;
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amor with a phatty, got me giving birth to a caper,
just a humble peasant, under skyscrapers
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babe, you’re so adorable,
my deplorable,
you are a whore
and an oracle,
i apologize
for my resistance,
i was blocking out horrible feelings
with existential terror and narcissistic ambition,
they said my insanity
was incurable,
but thanks to you, i cured it,
by learning to listen,
baby, you saved me, playing your role
in missionary position,
i remember when you proclaimed,
“he has risen”,
they say nuns like to talk about sex
and whores
like to talk about religion,
with you, the nun of none, i don’t think
i can tell the difference,
either way, i feel alive,
i feel forgiven,
thank you for converting me,
to an anarcho-nihilist
crypto-christian,
now our job
is to bring god’s plan to fruition
to complete the revolutionary work,
provide the rabble with keys to the prison,
we conceived a seed,
it doesn’t seek permission,
it just wants to be,
i can hear it calling when i listen,
i can see it
crawling in the distance,
baby, you are my heart
and the seed is my dream,
i will never again
abort my mission.
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amor fati, got me giving birth to my purpose as a creator,
just a humble peasant, under skyscrapers