Free Modern upgrades for a Hero

Free Modern upgrades for a Hero

Hero’s travel, come, and depart.

A black Mystery train of desires.

All the while, as I listen for voices.

I fly the skies.

Seeking my fancy.

Molding my future.

My first inclination, correct.

Always.

Purple haze surrounds.

Disguising choices. Choose fool.

They purr.

Free will. Opt-out?

opt in? To the pit.

Rag doll! Puppet!

But the eel, mobile.

Changing. Re-arranging the pieces.

Of universal truths.

Change the world!

They shriek you freak. SEEK!

Alas, life obstructs.

Climbing the stairway, harder still.

Age underfoot.

Side effects galore building a new whore.

What to do fool the backup singers tweak.

Have you forgotten the rhyme with time?

And to align. The signs.

Fine!

Go ahead dine! Your feast is served.

 It will only hurt for a little while.

Hustle just a kiss away.

Mission declined. The end sublimes.

Cut! The mainframe terminates.

This app will self-destruct in…

T12

9-27-2020….

Egotistical Super-egotistical Rant

Damn fuck everything!!!

Right now. This very moment….my ANGER IS BREATHING…

So, join this cluster bomb. Please mister universal conspiracy against me, please will you help me understand. 

Because at the point who really cares.  After all, why should anything, at any point in your worthless life go as it should?  Oh, I know, please give me some more counseling and some more attitude.  Self-pity to twist up so you can turn it on me.  I already KNOW IT’S ME.  So, let me rage against the machine. And please remind me that I’m just repeating my old “learned” behavior.  And yes, I would just love some more Freudian insight.  Bring Jung, Skinner, Rogers, and Kinsey guy, in fact, I’ll get the mf van and we’ll just make a group therapy-Stockholm syn-bang-drome.  Maybe they’ll discover some new brain parasite that only I was blessed with.  Or maybe I’m only whacked sufferer they can’t help.  Yes, I know all about ego, super-ego, and Id.  But I must have something called The End.  Because I have the three and something called “dot”.  Add that to id and you get an idiot cause I’ve got two “eyes” but can’t see the smucking light for myself.  Yes, I know you have all the answers Mr. Universe, sir.  And I understand all the positive affirmation b.s.  The stinking thinking, thing, my unconscious, sub-conscious, transference, psychic apparatus, denial, and all that resistance horseshit.  Blah, blah, instinctual desires, and the critique of the ass swipe super-ego.   I’ve already took all that ass whippings.  Yes, I got stopped by something of which I have no control.  And there’s not any device I can use to change or modify that noun.  My plans got stopped for a seemingly small, trivial, fuck-me-moment and only me moment once again.  I know, I know. Overly dramatic. But?  At what ex post facto moment in hell do you snap?  When does your “id” jump off the cliff?  And go postal on all the other core tuners?  And commit murder of the other me, myself, and “idiom” idiots? Because yes, I got the TRIGGER and the gun.  I’ve done enough time in this “universal” rehearsal joint.

But don’t leave.  Please!!

RGH

9-23-2020