Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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I think he just got it
The roll of laughter like a heat heard
The way the messenger snorted
Duh
Don’t fault me this one pride of mine held tight and silent
Of course he grumbled
Well would you rather odd?
I’d rather you call me even now
The sunset was gorgeous
And strange
And right up my alley
Literally I suppose
It’s war or something else anyways
Don’t ask because I can’t tell you
Why my only friends are balls
Maybe I’m more dog than I thought.
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You don’t want to talk to him leave him to me
I’m very good at the silent treatment
You would be
Mr. Communication Breakdown
He should stay behind the clouds, he’s screwing with me
Oh I’m one second away from telling your dad but
Which one?
Well there he is
I said but
You great git.
No you’re not even close to a good guy
That’s why but.
I don’t know what he’s done but it burns
And I have an infection
And
And and and
Stand on the other side of the border and tell me this
Where to go when the light is too
Sorry?
That’ll last for all of five seconds before you’re screwing around again.
Laying out a list and then what?
Do you want to tell them it’s spring or should I?
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Wilson and I aren’t talking
The big ball and I aren’t talking
I’m not talking to you bitch
I already have a fat lip
What you going to do?
Kill me?
The amount of not giving a fuck
I’m beyond repair and I’m not good enough for anyone
And you just giggle about it behind the clouds
I don’t know what Hermes wanted last night
But if I could break something I would
Oh I did
You didn’t think I’d cut myself over this?
Hahaha
On the island with Wilson
The only real thing is
Nothing
Nothing is real
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At least Hermes you chose someone who could exist underneath
No these dogs don’t all turn on me immediately
Perhaps that’s the miss they just
Go, eventually, having taken the physical attack in an emotional route
In a place I never even asked to go
And they look at me like I’ve come up with some stupid new idea and I cannot fathom what I’ve said now to evoke that look of
Great you’ve opened your mouth
But I understand them
“They think they understand eachother”
Oh brother
I laughed
Because actions not taken you’d read and awaken to any idea you perhaps hadn’t thought of
Let’s see what happens when the seer sees outside the trees into the farther away into the far far away
You’d have to be
Rather silly to write the line between
Hermes, the lying oracle
And Apollo, he who shoots from afar the future told eight seconds ago
To say
We cannot know the future of humans
Of course they can they’re there!
Right there spinning the future that’s what these two fuckers do!
No but I judged the dogs as I judge humans as soon as I heard human intelligence
But not one drop
Drip
Drip
Time passes by so slowly all alone
I know
One drop of empathy
Sympathy
Emotional understanding
Don’t tell me a dog has not had a best friend
Do not tell me he has no feelings for others
Do not tell me in one line
He loved his specific toys
But in another he blindly watches confused at a loss which he has brought about
That pain
Seen through the eyes of the only creature who comes by and licks the tears off of my face
Doesn’t understand compassion or human and canine devotion
How privileged to have never known true sorrow and even in knowing it not understanding it
What I would give to not understand
What I would give
What would I give?
Two years Hermes?
You were hung up on two years?
It took twenty or so years to end the bet anyways and you’re concerned about two
Earths going around the sun not even one sun going around the black hole centre
One plus one
Human years?
Babe if you’re making sad baby bets like that I have to interject
I have to
Really?
So you take over Helios’s job for
What
A blink and a half?
You should have just let them die in misery.
All you two idiots have proven is that
- Gods fuck with living things
- Those living things are miserable or violent until Gods get involved
- Those living things continue to be violent and/or miserable
- Serendipity is a liar
So who won the bet?
Probably some galaxy that was betting on you poor fuckers to screw up while screwing with mortals again.
God damn planets.
The Milkyway and Andromeda were sitting in a bar one day joking about how stupid planetary “gods” were.
But what about asteroids?
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Love,
Again?
Yes again.
I do this I’m yelling at the sun because I have no one else to talk to and he keeps fucking with my headphones and being an ass.
Maybe if he could stop being that way but it is what it is
So large and old and apparently all knowing
If there was a place to go from here it would be wondering why
I swear only a lot
Should I translate?
At least Hermes has some humanity
I said I said
I’d prefer you a liar than to a truth that hurts
That what is to be expected of you is present to start with and immediately unshocking
But the lies sometimes a comfort as you look at me as if a child with words such as
It’s okay
And
It doesn’t matter what they think it matters what I think
While vaguely telling nothing so the what becomes not a matter as there’s a hand on the arm or around the shoulders
I can’t describe or show
How nothing feels
Then something
Only now when I try to put it into words I know it sounds crazy
But,
Then again.
He said
Look up
And I said
Where?
And the M was there
And it’s not the first or the last or the first
And when I start muttering
終わり
Daughtry’s It’s Not Over does play.
Though maybe and infuriatingly I do not always understand the translations he feeds
Though perhaps a joke of his own making at my expense I don’t think he
Is cruel in the sense of the word that he enjoys it
Yet the sunlight mocks cruelly through the clouds and the whispers from there worse as he covers my ears and I tell Zeus to go away.
And how to explain his perplexing pleasure
At my human wondering
I cannot imagine I’m anything new yet
There must be others but I haven’t met them
Perhaps somewhere out there
I wish I knew he was out there somewhere out there so I could wish he was here
But I can’t see him
So he probably isn’t.
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You’re mean to me
I’ve been crying all day and all you had to say was
You’re ordinary
Bye
And “nanana nana”
And then you go away without a word and have been away
The echo of my proverbial death keeps tainting the daylight and you call me ordinary
As a vessel as vessels go it’s ugly worthless and stupid
So don’t call me ordinary for thinking so I don’t want to be.
Apart from the parts I pretend through the day until I’m alone again and I know how meaningless my interactions are
Invisible as the dust you would
You would fuck you
Throw in the eyes of the one most like you
Jealous little bitch
Don’t think I don’t catch the intrinsic links
You would torture yourself to death and in your own death find some mystic happiness created by yourself?
Or perhaps in only remembering that the gods themselves had chosen to intervene
But ignoring how they ignored
To be grateful for the intervention would be foolish in and of itself
Don’t call me ordinary you’re boring
And if in my pouting I somehow hurt the feelings of a so called eternal god
Well good for me
The words are lost and gone
Go
I wish you would.
I wish you would go.
I wish you would go away forever so that night would finally make sense
And I wouldn’t have to hear the sun mocking me from the skies.