⸘jason alan‽
Bio
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i am only responsible for what i say
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not for what you understand
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you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent
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or you may not
Stories (147/0)
what's with today these days?
Saturday- lying in bed- definitely not the fourth of July. the occasional minor victory in adulting- four months procrastinated- punctuates my day against the ever-so-real struggles of life. it embodies all that is anything but celebratory. the day need not even be named as it is merely one among many in what feels like an endless string of melancholy, and i know it doesn't matter if i call it ANY other time or place in the universe... or just HERE, TODAY... yesterday, today, tomorrow- these words strung together as are the days of the week seem to highlight their meaninglessness. but still i tap each letter and space into words and into place, rearranging them with more ease than i am able to form the foundations of viable social productivity. these words and i don't always agree, but with enough effort we usually come to a basic understanding. leaps and bounds beyond what i am able to find looking in the empty boxes on the calendar, neglected for days, weeks, or months at any given time... i didn't actively choose to live like this, crushed under rising pressure of meeting the basic requirements of existence- it's more of what i chose to ignore that took on this life-draining-force of its own. so now i need not ask "WHAT'S WITH TODAY THESE DAYS!?," but demand to know what will i do differently before i can't because it's too late...
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
theACCEPTED[vs]MORALmajority
rampant emotional rapists; stealing the freedom; previously deemed inalienable. and what a devious enterprise disguised as good faith! but a fraud by any other name smells just as sour. ghost riders dyes claim no negative effect without mention of local protest; because the spooks make the rules while the young and Wrestless merely live by them. fairness is not in question, but morality is more than lacking. but one can't pin the truth on a lie and make it right- not without help. told to be honest, and ever disbelieved when finally my answer is given; portrayed as intentional; i had it coming; an obtuse agitator in the screaming societal bowels of your better life; better left mute. on the fringe for you when the only shared space available is for what serves the desired social outcome. so i plead, do tell: do you think this is what i wanted!? if that is so, then i am doing all the right things; making myself into a living-dream, half alive as a partially, pre-digested piece of MEat. WhatWouldYou[HaveMe]Do?
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets