sanderlms

Cull

Thousands Of maybe souls screaming as they're wasted onto the belly of a lonely man, and all because the lady no longer loves her milk tray.

The day women hit the patriarchal earth, a big bang of contradiction ensued, where sex became a contraception, and still we are trapped in the limbo, the offspring of an immiscible age bearing immaculate guilt that holds us back from embracing any modernist utopia, through taking a chance on chaos. So uptight we look back, we hold back, and carry a weight were too young to understand.

Cull
Kill..

But maybe I can cure these poisons but only because I am so poisoned too, maybe Ill become some white blood cell messiah or maybe just some sponge that sucks it all up and commits hara-kiri into the miasmic vortex that none of us can accept; that there is a nothing somewhere and it might already be us and our consciousness.
Somehow I shall slog-on with my infinite part in the infinite battle, where infinity is always equal to naught.

SOS