And the Self becomes Infinitely More Online

 

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I’m faintly appalled at how humans just buzz around doing something regardless of whether it’s something or nothing and that I’m one of some percentage of each.

 

(Hullo WP, I’m back, and I’m going to start doing this thing where I express real things that have been scrawled in my diary at certain points. This one is from September 22nd, 2016)

 

Breakfast



eat my face for breakfast

scoop out truth
with stainless steel
drench them in syrup

take the spoon from the bowl
and eat that too

stomp on my daily bread

fish out lies from the plate
crumbs run down your arm
lost in your shirt sleeve

your hands are empty now
look at me

the strands of morning light

my hair my head
my face is looking at you
with your empty bowl your empty plate

your empty dirty hands