Needles In My Brain

A place for me to ramble.

[poppiesandpromises]

I truly hope you

Never understand this grief

That rots from inside

[threewordusername]

d.b.a

[wipormont]

Soon!

[cosmicmote]

look at what they put on pedestals,

and all of it defecates and urinates

all over themselves, right on cue and

not too far from the show of it all, as one

of their identifying features, along with

the faked emotional expressions, the glee

and the frowns. something between mind

and body breaks, closer to soul, or

it simply wasn't there to start with.

it can't be hid through their televisions

or their other screens no more

and their technology just won't save them.

low and beheld, we get to watch while

rising above them all is quite easy for us,

once the chains have been loosened.

we used to call this part of the human experience.

standing amidst the waste lands, looking over,

all that is left is porno and comic book films, of our culture,

pardoned hunters smoking crack, and uh so persecuted,

and the kushners world wide continue to hark and rejoice.

words ©spacetree 2024

[madmansmisc]

Imaginary emotions decorate expectorate 

Spitting on the floor of the rock and roll temple

Under the thumb: In a expression of depression 

A gun with one bullet and a dream with one shot

[heartcosmicsoul]

[chimericramblings]

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[madmansmisc]

An iron horse in an iron lung

Steel innervated renovated 

Iron fists and a heart of gold

Marching crawling rock and rolling 

Breaking the mouldy mold

Heavy metal heavy on my mind

Lacking a brain and brawn

From the bottom of my heart I am hung

Symbols and cymbals crashing and falling

[deviika]

—Iris Murdoch

[ihateyouvishal]

i feel like i went to a war and never came back.

[madmansmisc]

Make a date of it. Time is not numbers 

So slow. Slow down. GO SLOW

Life outpaces the tortoise

Wearing such a safe and sound shell

Full of something appetiteless

But the raving raging is borrowed

[madmansmisc]

Echoes upon echoes of agony 

An ant beneath the life of a tidal wave

Love remnants hot cold once gold

Wither away another day what change

[moarf13]

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Marina Abramovič, “Balkan Baroque”, 1997 Biennale di Venezia