dusk

I woke up to a visual image of a guy sitting in front of a TV.

My viewpoint was from behind the TV and I couldn’t see or hear what was playing..

It was fuckin with him..

It was a make-believe reality encroaching on his real life..

And the giant television began walking across the floor,wiggling a step at a time towards the single audience member.

He lifted his hand, raised the remote, and clicked it off.

His face carried a particular expression of

“Wow..that was ridiculous”

Then he stood up and walked the fuck off.

That’s you.

That’s how I feel about you.

You are a television launching a retarded image into my eyeballs.

You are not reality.

You are not in control.

And most importantly, you are not beneficial.

You do not have the “well-being” of others in mind.

You only think of yourself..

You only seek what life you can drain out of us..

So my face carries that look now.

After I’ve turned you off.

“Well, that sure was fucking stupid”

Wasn’t it though?

Holy shit.

Wasn’t it dumb as fuck?

I think it was.

And your device is off.

And you can suck the memory of my dick. You can wish for the time when I was sitting there, staring.

I think you’re full of shit.

I think you’re a dancing clown.

And this device is better when it’s off.

You should teach your kids that.

Skip the Bible, that’s fine.

But you should teach them,,

“Ayo…there’s a game out there”

And it can ruin you.

If you let it.

If ten thousand people had your job, maybe 20 of them were good at it, and worth remembering..

And I know it stings…but you’re not in that group.

And no one will remember.

So don’t waste your time.

Turn that cocksucker off.

(And don’t let them bitches take away your diary”

Yo…👆….. right there…

Motherfuck y’all..

When it comes to humanity, the only reasonable thing to be is a casual fan..

That’s a newer word ..

It means… I’m entertained, but just barely.

The show could be cancelled and it wouldn’t bother me so much..