Steeped in grease.
Good on ice cream?
I’ve had plenty,
But want some more.
A want, not need.
“Can You See It Too?”
“Of This, Let Me Be Specific”
To all those enabled in the world
Of this, let me be specific
Empathy has a limit
There are more black holes here on earth,
Than in all the galaxies that exist
The tendency toward evolution
Has been overcome with a genetic self-centered mutation
That replicates inordinately in the direction of self-fulfilling prophecy
Your tears are not the only tears that have ever existed
Although, they might feel unique
They are not
Michael Stipe sang “Everybody Hurts”
And he was goddamned terrifically right
But, that doesn’t mean that the energy required of paying that attention
Falls within the purview of others
Sadly, the trend seems to be that people want you to recognize their pain
And if you don’t, well, they’ll remind you that you are a sub-par human,
And that they would like for you to take another look
Both today, and tomorrow
Give it a fucking rest
You’re draining the life from me