Parachute

Today was my last day alive. I had envisioned this moment numerous times in varying circumstances and how I would not weep but instead bravely hold my head high, admiring all the beauty surrounding this world. Each breath would be an indescribable treat that opened my eyes wider than any muscles or torture device, clearing the veil away from the truth.

Unfortunately, after the first two hours of wandering around central park, tenderly caressing the roots of trees then watching in horror as random homeless men whipped out their stinking genitals to pee on such trees that I had touched, I ran into a young man. He jerked himself to the side and I recoiled slightly on impact, immediately ready to spout my apologies.

"I'm sorry-,"

"What the fuck?" He was looking at me like I had just swallowed a live chipmunk, furry tail and all, "Watch where you're going, dumb bitch."

Dumb bitch. Huh. Three strides away when my held tilted in naive disbelief; six strides away when my eyes began to lower into barbaric slits, as if I'd allow some punk to smack talk me on my dying day; not even eight strides away when my left hand closed around the back of his faux fur hood, dragging his skull onto the sidewalk. 

A look of abject surprise flashed across the teen's face before it morphed into panic as my right hand catapulted into his sour mug. The crunch was audible and so were his terrorized screams. That whiny behavior only portrayed him as more of a ball-sack. Technically he was crying because he got his nose smashed by a girl barely five foot tall. What a spongey chode.

After the ambulance had come to take him away I was already being lowered into the cop car with my hands cuffed behind my back. Worth it. 

DOG

Sometimes people can't control themselves and that makes them angry. Not necessarily angry because they are sorry for the things they've said, but because of the hot shame that takes hold of them at every remembrance. An uncomfortable lack of control over the situation twists a rational man into a beast and the sweetest of women bewitched into raging cunts.

When you love somebody existence seems infinitesimal and eternity cracks open a FOUR LOKO for the long stretch. Baby, times stands absolutely still. 

You will never age while you are in love. You will never die and you will never get sick. You are frozen in love forever. 

Dog Father knew what he needed to do to harness the capacity of fathomless essence that oozed off of couples like dripping caramel, to steal the power of love he had to succumb. 

LILY

 Customs practiced in repetitious enslavement ending in absolution do not necessarily inspire a man of faith, but allude to a more insidious routine of sin, save, sin. 

The man understands his faith and he may practice it daily but that does not mean he believes it. Lily believed no one should be a slave to another be they God or mortal and enforced this belief through a debacle of loitering among the lacquered pews in a blatant act of rebellion, and by with-holding herself from joining the teeming sheep lined up for the sake of safe ignorance. 

As far as she was concerned, Kennedy was the last honest president. 

She watched her father's long pant suited legs bend to kneel before Mrs. Beatrice Cook, a member of the congregation who lived in their neighborhood, and he dipped his head to receive the blood of Christ.  She remembered dinner the night before.

PREVIEW

"Now deep in Taylor and the Book of Martyrs,

Now drinking citron with his Grace and Chartres:

65  Now Conscience chills her, and now Passion burns;

And Atheism and Religion take their turns;

A very Heathen in the carnal part,

Yet still a sad, good Christian at her heart."

- moral essays

Epistle II

TO A LADY

 Of the characters of women (1735)

by Alexander Pope

A Lonely Rot

Taro Lonely lived in a hub

Where he sat and he read and he measured his rub.

Taro Lonely lived in a dream

Where he wept and he loved and he covered his scream.

Taro Lonely lived in a star

Where he carved and he smashed and he buried his scar.

Taro Lonely is not here. Not anymore: it's A Lonely Rot.

Real Talk

The people that I love the most are the people who inspire me:

My mom.

All three of my sisters because to me they are a valkyrie of self confidence. 

My father for tearing me down at every opportunity. 

My Step Mother for teaching me tolerance. 

My cousin for teaching me trust.

My bestie for teaching me friendship.

My older brother for giving me his protection.

"I would rather be taken advantage of than watch him walk out again."

1.) Why? Why are people such assholes? Using and bleeding one another dry for their own fucked up reasons. Leading lamb into the emotional slaughter and murder of the self is now acceptable? Without love a human cannot live honestly or yet even experience the bonds of affection or bereavement.

2.) Souls can only be cultivated fully with love. So why do some try to raise them wicked and stunted? Smashing fists into children, screaming at them and starving them, locking them away into basements or marking them. Those actions are poison to the seeds of man.