I hate human beings (oops I mean SCUM) so much. we are
excess baggage: flies standing on a mound of shit feasting upon all it's toxic
delights while killing one another over a pot of gold, a barrel of oil or a useless
shiny mineral. We are well and truly FUCKED and all of us should be forced to be subjected to involuntary euthanasia! Such is the level of devolution we've undergone in the
past how ever many years we have inhabited the earth. We started off as cavemen
and we are still caveMEN. Only thing is that instead of clubbing one another to
death, we simply drop (not so) smart bombs on another, bringing widespread
destruction to innocent women and children, and in the process, liberate them.
Yes liberate them from their lives. We also dump food when people are starving.
The list of atrocities against nature and one another goes on and on. I am
disgusted by human nature and can't believe I haven't gone out in a blaze of
glory or stabbed every shithead, on my hit list, who have ever fucked with me, in
the eyeball with a dirty hep C infected syringe. The only thing that has held
me back is compassion I guess. Never take someone's kindness for weakness for
they may one day snap and you could be on the receiving end of a calculated massacre,
with all deserving fuckheads swatted out of existence like the flies that we
are. Never take kindness for granted. It has both the power to heal and save
lives but also to destroy them if it is exploited and taken advantage of. Even
nice people snap and when they do, it happens in a gargantuan way. Just food
for thought for all us cretins out
there. Furthermore, we are all despicable in one way or another. Yes, as a
species, our behaviour is totally and utterly disgraceful. The sooner we die
out collectively, the better for the future survival of all other species on
this increasingly uninhabitable earth and mother nature herself! (End of angsty
rant)
Art sucks. Poetry sucks. Everything is fucked. I suck. You suck. So if I am so anti-everything, why do I even bother "creating" anything? Well one has to do something with one's time. Welcome to my playground. I am the Dissident Poetician. Doing Poetician stuff is what i do. "Art is dead, don’t consume its corpse" - graffiti in the streets of Paris, May 68. Long live the spirit of May 68. Piss in the fountain of dada.
About Me
- dissident poetician
- i am the dissident poetician...i tear down fences with sardonic sardines and metaphysical cucumbers
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