Viva la Rebellion
I’m working on my first post about the Scriptures titled, “The Church and the State are Prophesied to Ruin,” and my once overwhelming passion for Scripture is flooding back into every orifice of my being. At one point in life, I was obsessed with Scripture, poring through every book, connecting the puzzle pieces into one mindblowingly prophetic epiphany.
Good evening my fellow rebels. Are you ready for the return of the boomerang? I been waiting for this moment for all my life. And I can feel it coming like a beautiful disaster.
It’s been a year since I left Connecticut after getting kicked out of the sober house. I’ve made a lot of progress in terms of reclaiming my mental stability, but I still have more work to do.
While I was In my addiction I had so much I wanted to prove. But all I could do was get drunk, word vomit on Twatter, and complain complain complain about this world full of morons. Meanwhile, if I wasn’t being such a moron I might have been able to prove my point. I rather chose to get mad every time some idiot regurgitated the lies they were fed, and I would use that as an excuse to get drunk and act a fool. It was a sicknesss.
Filthy bums
Worthless incompetent swine
Didn’t yo Mamas ever tell you not to shit where you eat?
Ohhhh I can’t take it
I’m going out of my mind
The whole world is full of bums
Lazy fucks of every kind
Fighting over boxes
Doing their dirt in the voting line
Voting for a king is the sum of all fears…
Immigration
Pesticides
Prices rising
Birth control
But in the end of four years the fears come back to haunt you…
Hordes of sheeple decked out in red, white and blue. Lined up in rows, waiting to cast their votes to allegedly decide who will dominate the airwaves for the next four years. A pointless tradition, I dare to say. But who am I to say anything? I’m just another incompetent cog in a system that cannot function without a skilled mechanic tinkering with every nut and bolt, or so they say.
I’ve been holding back on posting anything on social media for the past seven months or so. I was debating whether to post anything at all, but since I’m back on my poetry kick lately I guess it couldn’t hurt to write a quick update about where I’m at in this point of my recovery.
I’m working on my first post about the Scriptures titled, “The Church and the State are Prophesied to Ruin,” and my once overwhelming passion for Scripture is flooding back into every orifice of my being. At one point in life, I was obsessed with Scripture, poring through every book, connecting the puzzle pieces into one mindblowingly prophetic epiphany.
