Flames of hell.

Idealistic sacrosanct dispositions.

Fallacious righteous indignations.

One world, one mind; fucking bullshit expectation.

Who are WE, and what are WE to you?

Condemnation over miniscule disagreements.

God forbid; if it isn’t Jesus.

Come with sword to cull the hordes.

Shallow and unstable.

Myriad of ideological whores.

Fucking pick and stick with.

And stop your whining.

Destroying the norm.

Conforming no more.

My dissertation of distancing.

Dissociation.

Tracing the outline of my inner form.

This is me, and we are not WE; I’ll be damned if we revel in obstinate glorification of degeneracy.

Find a place to be; just anywhere but here.

And choke on your impotence.

Parsimonious, prostrate, predilect; pricks.

Sanctimonious salivating serpents.

Caged and deserving.

Wishing to be free, but enslaved to oneself indefinitely.

Pour out a drink for the dead, damned; dipshits.

Nothing more than NPCs; lost to their humanity.

Consciousness waning, oases drying up.

Pineal pinecone crystallized and corrupt.

Sucking down, consuming the stagnant waters.

Brain eating parasites; eating each other.
One world, one mind; fucking bullshit expectation.

Who are WE, and what are WE to you?

Destroying the norm.

Conforming no more.

My dissertation of distancing.

Dissociation.

Tracing the outline of my inner form.

This is me, and we are not WE; I’ll be damned if we revel in obstinate glorification of degeneracy.

Find a place to be; just anywhere but here.

And choke on your impotence.

Parsimonious, prostrate, predilect; pricks.

Elohim..

Elohim..

Elohim damn it all.

Plant the seed.

Wrist to bleed.

Sanguinity to feed.

The petulant children damn it all.

Consternation.

Consternation.

Consternation.

Destroying the norm.

Conforming no more.

My dissertation of distancing.

Dissociation.

Tracing the outline of my inner form.

This is me, and we are not WE; I’ll be damned if we revel in obstinate glorification of degeneracy.

Find a place to be; just anywhere but here.

And choke on your impotence.

Parsimonious, prostrate, predilect; pricks.

Elohim damn it all.

To the flames of hell. – Michael Ament

Journaling the Dreamscape.

From now on, in addition to poems and socio-political ramblings, I will be using this blog as a shared dream journal.

I will write down all my dreams, nightmares, and maddening visions here in the best detail I can from what I can remember.

I will inter them in this space as they arise, which will be often, as I am a very vivid and consistent dreamer.