Kuukausi: elokuu 2024

Let’s double check:

You have an illness in your soul?
Where does it hurt?
When does it hurt?
WHY
does it hurt?

You can’t describe it?
Oh well, don’t be depressed, in the modern age
we have the rigorous help of the scientific method
and it can tell us everything we need to know about your illness!

We need this tube device and some spiritual lube
and clinical light to shed on the dark corners of your soul

next we are going to put this thing inside your soul
-you will FEEL-
try to relax and think a little less of yourself

there could be side effects, like tears and vomiting of personal residue
and you might find yourself and lose yourself
remember, it is just temporary so don’t be fooled by yourself or the lack thereof

now then we are going to take some samples from your soul:
you could feel a slight pinch, nothing more
if you feel different after the procedure rest assured
your soul is still intact
the soulologist will check your samples and will come back with the results within a month

There, all done; that wasn’t so bad was it? You just needed to relax a bit

See, with the modern scientific method we can give precise diagnoses
even to the illnesses of the spirit; something people once thought
”material science” could never penetrate. As always though
science triumphs and advances our understanding of the human creature!

I’m writing this letter to you from a place others call my home
surrounded by my old dusty tomes and souvenirs from alien places
a freeform sadness usually overtakes, rendering the glow
of the evening into a dirty hue of red that just twists people’s faces:

there is nothing new under the sun, and nothing new to the fun
we had with the old things, with those sad pathetic kinks
that should already have been ironed out or rocketed to the moon
since the moon can still use some craters to go with the pinks that shade
that nightly swiss cheese during those extreme wine evenings
when the Blood Moon festival comes to town to have a jolly slaughter
with those people that live out vibes that are slightly depressing
who cry in pain during the red hours, drowning out all laughter

well, now I’ve done it: I’ve gone to a total nonsense place
where freedom of expression can make everything darker
this letter is something that cuts too deep, releasing my face
from the idea of personhood that acts as my personal marker;
the one I’ve grown attached to through pain and mythical hellfire
which I’ve cultivated with sanctified microdoses of ideals,
expectations and dreams which I’ve watered with the mire
called the ”holy trinity of alcohol, cigarettes and junk meals”

here is a thought, for a clarity of purpose, or some shit
often we expect things, not thinking about complications
and the current taking us elsewhere and we get used to it
and when the crap hits the Frappé at first it’s just disruptions
until they’re no longer setbacks but murder attempts on your person
and now the assassin is on your back and you go into exile
like any sane person would since who wants to lose their ideal soul?
it just cannot be a thing that ”You” would ever go out of style

finally, you end up in the place, which you wouldn’t really call a home
surrounded by jaded despair and memories that are grayscale
with a directed sadness that has overtaken you to render the glow
of the evening into a dirty shade of blue that twists your face

writing a silly letter about giving up while not really going to do that

(For once, something in english 🙂 )

This is my big dick moment, my supreme ego revival
something that allows me to transcend mere survival
Filled by holy hubris and an extremely superb will
and the personal truth that I will take my fill
I tell no lies, and if I do they turn into absolute truths
that grow deep roots beneath my larger-than-life boots

I’ve defeated every enemy before I even met them
meth heads and politicians and the runners in a marathon
and secured a glorious golden future, unto eternity
with no place for mediocrity thus bringing serenity
as in me, so in everything else: I will be a legend
that is never content and does not have an end
as in me, so in everything else: there will be no end
to the legend that is an endless source of content

as above, so below
spirit does matter
as in me, so in everything else
fulfill my will