or the tragedy of western literati

the separation of word from action

in which the brain is elevated as a cutting device

and words are pinned like empty butterflies continuously

investigated, classified, dictionarized,
studied, quoted, shiffled about, exhibited,

but alas–they're all dead

so type type type

think think think

write write write

talk talk talk

but all you are–are brains isolated from reality

chattering away in the vacuums of your egos

and in fear of the realization

that all you're doing is creating noise

in fear of the realization that you ARE NOTHING

you are POWERLESS

and you're ALONE

+ when I speak to you,
you're alone with that

+ violently hate it, tzzt.

So keep pissing your energy away,

let's see where that gets you.

A pedestal and a statue, an iconic image.

And yet, you will all die.

And none of this will mattera broken nickel after you do,

Keep chasing butterflies on your tails, my little doggies.


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