Waking up from a coma

What have I been doing for the past twenty years? I feel like such a loser… WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… It’s all a blur. I know I had goals and dreams, but I squandered most of my time wallowing in misery, drinking, word vomiting on Twatter, sleeping, and making an utter fool of myself. And of course it took a pandemic of social distancing for me to come out of my self-imposed isolation.

Twin Flame (Poem)

I don’t believe in magic
I don’t believe in mantras
I don’t believe in hitlers
I don’t believe in kings

I don’t believe in fashion
I don’t believe in artists
I don’t believe in pilgrims
I just believe in me

Harlem Get Up (Poem)

What’s that smell?
I just ate my vomit

Don’t look now
Here comes Harlem

“Excuse me Mrs.
Can you spare some change?

“Excuse me Mrs.
Can you spare some change?

Coffee?
A donut?
Some soup from the Chinese?

I’m hungry
And tired
And living in hell

Please pay the toll when you come where I dwell…”

The Sandy Hook regime has violated Amendments I, II, IV, V and VI

Who could ever forget the Sandy Hook massacre? Out of all the alleged massacres in history, Sandy Hook remains the most photo-opped of them all. The emotionless, seemingly unmoved parents and grade-school children who allegedly lost their children and friends to such a reportedly gruesome attack made every effort to ingrain the victims’ faces into the unwitting minds of the masses. 

I was FINALLY banned from Twatter for bashing the Pope (Journal Entry)

It’s been a long time coming, and it’s finally here. I have been indefinitely suspended from Twatter for bashing the Pope. I was wondering what it would take to get indefinitely suspended from a platform that is overrun by trolls. As anybody who knows me on Twatter should know, I hate Twatter. I said it was full of birdbrains since Day One and I have been testing its birdbrain limits ever since. The site is an absolutely worthless social platform that keeps the birds trapped in a self-defeating cage.

Introducing myself in the mental health field (Journal Entry)

I recently joined a revolutionary movement in the mental healthcare field. I was accepted into a training program to become a Recovery Support Specialist. I have only completed two classes yet I have learned more about recovery in sixteen hours than I ever learned throughout years of treatment. I have so much to say about this program but first, allow me to introduce myself.

I am leaving Twatter for Reddit

I’ve said it a million times, but this time I am serious; I am leaving Twatter. I suffer from mental health issues that are increasingly perpetrated by stupid people. Every day as I go about my routine activities, I am bombarded by sexual harassment, drug solicitation, depraved behavior, and the incessant political ramblings of laypeople who have no clue what they are talking about. Then I go on Twatter and my mind is traumatized by ignorance. 

Tiny Dancers (Poem)

We’ve been sent good weather
Tiny dancers flicker on the hills

The stage is ours to conquer
Leave no one sitting still

Let’s dance into moonlight
Make envious the sun

Devour all our enemies
We’ll finish when we’re done

Tomorrow (Poem)

Tomorrow Tomorrow
Later Later
Stop sitting around dreaming of better
Get off your fat asses and reach for the starz
Fuck money, Fuck stupid, Fuck flying to Mars
Fuck all your whys, and can’ts, and won’ts
And shoulda, coulda, didn’t dos
Fuck everything cuz you can’t break free from em
Fuck around
The jokes on you

She Sees in the Dark (Poem)

She sees in the dark
like a bat out of hell

An echo in the park
She preys like a spell

The glow of the moon
is no match for her shadow

Her cold, bleeding heart sheds more light than the towns

That she stalks
And she mourns
And she summons to battle