Michael - 23 - New York

I pretend I'm a writer when I'm not pretending I'm a rockstar. Both of these things may or may not take place in front of the bathroom mirror.

You probably have no idea what my posts are about, and that's the way I like it. True art fails to yield to analysis.

Self-indulgent biography, attempt at humor, pseudo-intellectual Nietzsche quote, etc. etc. etc.

25th September 2010

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Operation XX: Seeking Sovereignty

All legions behold the parasitic twin! She leeches off of our palace, our creation. The meat machine proprietor in glitter, vomiting propaganda, snorting powdered pride.

Everyone fall victim on the count of three. Hand in your badges and drown with me. The siren’s song is a sick whisper drenched in breaths of sour greed. Sister Symptom sings lullabies of cyanide.

Who will save our surface features from the terrible tendrils the creature extends? Display no cowardice, no helplessness; we’ll mark our territory like the dogs that we are, stirring up the sick odor of possession.

Lets:

  1. Stagger their breathing
  2. Quicken their seething
  3. Thwart their attacks and relax for the evening.

We’re:

  1. Tired of combat
  2. Spoiled and gone bad
  3. Searching for torture and no one should want that.