Ambitransitive Ravings…

Hear ye, hear ye, O’ self proclaimed “real people”

Hear ye, Hear all, the wretched screech of thy self righteous bugle

Drumming chests, stomping feet, 

Imploring subconsciously, with a facade of command, 

Prevaricating, credulous to percieved truth, 

With abhorrence for reality, 

Cadaverous yet alive, 

Hear ye, hear ye, O twisted “real people”, 

Have you seen what you’ve become, for your twisted scruples?

This desire is ravenous, encompassing, consuming…

the desire to achive a catharsis, failing, falling..

For the thirst gnawing inside, 

Penultimate quest of superiority, 

Destination……obliteration?

Maybe there’s something intellectual about it after all…

I’m wondering now, really wondering, what’s the point in all this? I mean who cares about what anyone does anyway. But then, you do come across those who consider themselves“Nietzsches” in their self created idiosyncratic universe. Is this artificial epiphany a boost or a sycophant parasitism? Is it strong enough to create this gaping hole of insecurity and inept certitude of superficiality insofar? Maybe there’s something intellectual about it, maybe it makes sense to those few aficionados of that reticent unfathomable abysm that life has become for them, who aim to achieve a remarkable distinction in their existence, which in itself is a contesseration of homogeneous oddities, while they unwittingly head towards being a part of the abnormal regularity of life. Indelible and sacrosanct is what such thinking seems to these individuals. Strange is the sanctimonious inviolability of such self proclaimed incarnations of “twisted reality”. Well, I still don’t give a fuck. Does occasionally make me wonder though…..