Viva la Rebellion
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…”
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.
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.
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’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.
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 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
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
I’m in rare form
My form is so rare
that no lie is too great to embrace my warfare
No fire can make dust of the bombs that I drop
And no thief in the night can take swift with my plot
I’m a renegade
I give swords to your slaves
Chop it up before dawn
then give bones to your graves
I’m a hurricane
I blow hard through the chill
I’ll do it when I wanna do it
I’ll do it when I’m done
I’ll do it when I’m sick and tired
I’ll do it when it’s done
I’ll do it when I’m all burnt out
And my legs are tired
And taking that first step feels like a marathon
without breakfast or a bottle of water
I’ll do it tomorrow
I’ll do it the next day
This system has failed us.
Why are the highs so low?
Just look at all the stars above
Flashing shiny things at the world they loathe
Slavery is so fascinating
It’s the price we pay to fill a bottomless void
