The Bottom Feeders Frenzy and Jurassic World: Rebirth

 

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Controlled Chaos, a new zine

I'm not putting it out now, but it's made

Autogynephilically projected lusting

A coffin too fresh to have dust 

All gears too busy tearing into rust

Decadent decaying

mechanical decalogue

Another speck of sand next to trillions of shooting stars

always out of grasp

Out of touch,

not out of sight--

never out of mind:

It's mental landmines,

Crutches for valentines.

All the drugs in this world will still bring you to a flatline

Death is worse,

when it's in front of your eyes

Inevitably,

You're born only to die 

Such is the only kept promise

Oh, so logical lies

Lies are your demise

multi-edged sword, 

edge wildly hitting each in its path--

The only successful lie is the lie everyone believes, 

inculcated at a mother's knee

Eyes show the depths of liars:

miniscule movement

shows the sadistic intent.

Latent or frontal,

It happens when it's intentional 

And sometimes makes you international,

Oh, so logical

Thank you for now I am officially cynical

Not misanthropic moreso mistrusting

 

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Time Thief

Grief is a time thief…

Why mourn someone who was born?

They lived and if they lived well,

Why dwell?

Life is short and death is the inevitable end

Cherish the friends

After they’re gone remember the fun

it’s a new day

if only it was eternally rainy and gray

but that would get depressing and boring

dreary and cold

but always fishing for misery 

White

Blank slate

New emotional planes

Sensations change

Chemical mutations

Mannequin addiction 

Fleshly obsession