un-pretty-ntious

who am i to let you?

who am i to you?

i embody every inconsequential ideal

[BASED ON A TRUE STORY] for fucking views and reels

actions don't usually encompass one's words

it's all and nothing to do with what you herd

people will never not people

only lies make the masses equal

but lies told in a great enough quantity

re-re-lease the Karen's downtown loft so aptly

coercion becomes expected at a point

not cleansed, but anointed

we can become freedom eventually

if believed long enough by he/she/it/that bitch/me

stare through the lack of reason

keep holding your breath, then breathe in

the only victim is circumstance

wrongly accused; the source of evidence

never make worthy why it's valued

presentations pointed, 5G powered

unchangingly meaningless

relentlessly moved targets

NONE OF THESE ROTTED SEEDS WILL GROW

until we go beyond what we think capable to sow

is it ever enough for even a slow-burning closeted closure

or is it just too fucking much to do any other thing but smother?