Axiom # 20,180,601

“I’d like to remind those that are eager to point out that something is not a right, but a privilege, that it is not a right, but a privilege to point that out.” Thus spoke Ghostnutstra 06_01_2018








my rage is pent up,

and needs to be spent.

it’s indicative of repressed things.

unknown in memory,

but, suddenly remembered if provoked.

simple cilia-like triggers,

up and down my being.

inextricably woven into my DNA.

prepared for the slightest provocation.

I don’t need a safe space.

I need a rage space.

I’m tired of swallowing your insistent mealy-mouthed duplicity.

You peddle an illusion of liberty.

but, we are all prisoners of self, and condemned of poignant detached fellowship.

born to die.

most often, alone.

dead on our feet.

chasing and avoiding.

The truth, undeniable.

Liberty doesn’t exist at all.

if you had to fight for your life everyday,

in the biological sense,

you would have no time for that.

your patience for tolerance would be swept away,

and you’d marvel at the energy that self-deceptions require.

chaos and order are fierce competitors.

they leave nothing on the field of battle.

life is…

it fucking simply is…

our perspective relative to that should humble, not enable.









Here I am before you.

I’m already inside you.

reaching those places only you know.

These words are invaders,

and soon will betray you.

Here I am before you,

harvesting your pride.

I can’t get out,

despite my throat.

The words of smoke,

billowing about.

And, I thought a passing fancy,

was what you were to me.

I’ll never escape you,

even when you bleed.