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[carmelloyello]

Qaanaaq

I left beaches of soft sand, for the stacked ice of Greenland due to being an envious emotional Shipwreck Shit sucks I’m almost as wild as my own low expectations, I thought it was just a mild year of meditation, but I’ve been here for over ten. Almost unaware, let’s look at my hair,  I simply don’t care, I’ll just keep chasing the edge of Ice and stay here  until the landscape nearly eats me alive. 

Don’t jive with the cold? Go Live in your mold and humidity and your down south stupidity, I moved here for the morbidity of glacial history. Sea rising misery incoming your blind hypocrisy will be tested  when the Florida blessed have to pull up their pants cover their asses and pack up the children and grandchildren too, While the lower classes are stuck to Wait and drown.

Good ol’ downtown Orlando Is doomed to be the world’s newest  Sunken Whirlpool or some northern Narwhal’s New summer pool. Are you going to be the fool to stay around and See It? Disneyworld will swirl like the toilet it is. Want to spoil these last years with their Contractual breaches, as Immaculate leeches and little tendrils lash out from the Rodent God and lead our children to cultural Nowhere? Just being polite Our species isn’t Snow White we’re not going to get saved and ‘woke’ by the angelic white man and his Klan of 7 Sheep, Nothing will save us from our stupid Deep Sleep.

The Heat didn’t work, The Cold didn’t either, This Planet’s damn sick,  while we only give a shit about Justin Bieber… and if you are a climate shift believer,  that makes you a conspiracy theorist to some, We’re talking about from the dumbest rung of the top tier, that drink their beer, run the masses into their graves and pray to the White Beard that clears them of damnation in the silly cellar filled with Nothing, a trivial dedication to Oblivion.

Pray on Sunday so the rest can be fun days. Who gives a care if you harm others, You and Your shit-polluting brothers will keep dumping on our shared ground while spouting about how it’s somehow more yours and that the hordes of people that will be born and follow Are just an issue for tomorrow... 

The land shrinks. Half of the people think that they can just move to Mars or here to Qaanaaq, or that they’re hearing false-facts, Not going to waste my time and counteract, The currents are changing, The Tidal Waves Will Crash.

[carmelloyello]

Craving more out of Life

40 hours is killing me yet, without it kills me too. I don’t know what to do, Do you? Giving my everything to scrape The bottom of some made up barrel, While I’m constantly scared that the massive mess of the careless will let me go, So I keep going, and over-time I’m showing less growth.

Trying to add some meaning To the gleaning,  fading waste of short time, The crime of rhyming is chiming Towards its final toll, and I’ve lost track of the goal that I used to Know so well.

I don’t write for an audience. I don’t write for some insane internal seance. I write ‘cause I don’t know what else to do..?!..

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~ Intoxigerated ~

This happened last Monday aka yesterday. [Pictures soon!]

I don’t know where I am or how I got here But I fear I now have Alzheimer’s. Was it the bandoliers of beers I wear        or is my time simply near? Still, I’ll probably feel a little more clear with wine  And oaken soak in my belly And no one dare tell me  Differently.

I am ill, bent up, and I spent too much Last night With forgotten delight On distorted bets That I now  foggily regret, My mind-boggingly swinetastic actions Caused confused reactions and Might have cost me my last abstract transaction.

I couldn’t help but let my snootstatic-erratic Tapiric friend out from the zoo.

With a little lockpicking voodoo my very weird dancing Tapir tattoo Came too true, The fright on their blurry faces From my slurry wordy embraces And the Tapir’s nostril kisses Was a moment of pure obscure bliss.

Only for me, as the people struggled to understand Why a South American frustrated Ungulate Was my best mate, out staggering on the streets. The Tapir and I’s night made my life finally feel complete, This peaceful perisso-dactish sort even got me something of a bucket for when I chucked up, either that or it was a cart or carriage From somewhere. Someone. I couldn’t manage what was still in there.

I think I will call this Tapir,       Sir Turducken After my one true love, Early Thanksgiving, Even the thought gives me cravings For a bit of a feast, Am I a mental tryptophan beast?! My night’s motivation fits like a glove, Sitting above the sewers With skewers of matter of something good for all of us, I swear...

I will tell people the Tapir disappeared. Please ignore the meat scraps in my beard…

Are my eyes open or are they closed?! I am pretty sure, nobody knows. Going to sit here, root and grow Until the cold dew of this bench awakens me, And I have to face my own screwed stew of new reality.

[carmelloyello]

We cook and care for the Pigs at the Top while they spill us the scraps..sometimes not even that. We can change their menu. We are the Power!

~ Feeding the Rich ~ Ruffling a few feathers stepping on truffle treasures, now these earthly pleasures are inedible maybe spreadable but I’m skeptical, is it ethical to serve these chemicals to the herds of people that populate this place?

There is nothing to lose please bring the booze, We’ll be busy and dizzy I cannot refuse these unenthused excuses this 'Executive Level - Mouthful of Dirt', we can even put it in their dessert.

Getting a little technical, truffles aren't vegetables we’ll make them injectable a 'Signature Selectable!', the dish will be delectable to the delegates, the unelectable, disrespectful neglectful fools are dumb enough to stuff it and be confused~ they'll believe it's infused with molecules from jewels.

The fucking tools.