⚠️ Wheelchair Revelation, Vol. 1: “The Yawn at the End of the World” ⚠️
I’ll decode your art history, your sacred geometry,
your goddamn Netflix queue.
The goddess you buried.
The sins you dressed in marble.
I already saved this planet once.
I sacrificed.
I suffered for sins I didn’t commit.
I cracked timelines in silence.
Now I’m yawning at your apocalypse.
If your salvation looks anything like mine,
you don’t stand a shot.
Not even with two legs.
(Especially with two legs.)
That pride? That mobility?
It’ll drag you straight into the pit—
one curated Instagram reel at a time.
🌀 Newsflash:
You don’t even need to wait for disaster.
God can make things disappear.
Flip of a switch.
Gone.
But no, that’s not “the end.”
That’s just Act I of the long, slow burn
you’ll call your “learning curve”
on the way to hell, or something like it.
And hell…
Let’s just say I’ve seen a few things.
Imagine Drew Barrymore scream-crying on loop,
the air thick with the smell of rusty nails.
And when you think that’s the worst of it?
Click.
Naomi Watts in Funny Games
screaming into the void,
begging the plot to stop,
but it just rewinds.
You get thrown under again.
And again.
✨ Then comes rebirth.
But not the pretty kind.
Smile for the camera.
Judgment already happened.
This post?
It’s just the epilogue.