TWILLY's blog: "Others speak for me so much better"

I hate you all

Your odd penchant

For a reason

There is no ONE reason

Your own brain prooooooves that

The word REASON

Means different things

How about fuck you if you redifine things

How about FUCK YOU

Delusion

It used to bug me

When I was young

An annoying trait in others

Requiring a certain kind of patience

On my part

But easily disregarded

When I didn't NEED

To communicate

But I find now

In my aging process

That it actually infuriates me

The waste of time

The selfish waste of

Resources

Energy

Time lost again most importantly

Delusions at best delay

A real decision

Like "WHO AM I?"

At worst

Kill thousands of innocent people

Cutting off their

Chance to get past delusion themselves

In essence

Keeping the people that they have killed

In the same

Limbo

As company I guess

Dahmer relics

In a fetid closet

One thing that I know about Humans

They hate the one

That bolts ahead of them

Proving them cowards

Broken wings lauded

Flight disdained

Dragged to the lowest common denominator

Is where they want you

So they can at least

Compete

Delusion

Turns to action when

They fear they are wrong

And don't want to feel that way

Pretending might make you feel better

But have you considered the consequences?

Every SECOND of your life you make choices

A choice based on delusion

Will be handily

Shown

As inaccurate information

By it's RESULT

Will you double down?

Your pride not able to take the

Pawltry hit

Or will you

Dispense with delusion

Bare your chest and dive bravely

Into the fire

Foraging the cooked food

That is ACTUALLY there

In my way

But not really

I can move

They can't

They are linked

Physically to this planet

Literally

I am a different life form

Not fenced by roots

I will not live or die by attachments

I am lucky

I have no roots

Watch my muscles over come

An onslaught

Watch my brain over come

An onslaught

Watch my body Listen to me

Because I listen to it

I am called a braggart and a psychopath

I am neither and will not suffer

Those accusations

They come from very weak people

I tried to be a coach

I won't do that any more

I won't PUSH

To MAKE sure that other people

Keep up with me

I will leave you in the dust

In your insolence

In your pride

I am no longer interested

In the travails of others

They do what they do

I do what I do

The sun shines on both of us the same

We just PERCEIVE it differently

I use the energy

If you don't then you are an idiot

Wanting to sacrifice yourself

As if that is honorable in itself

I disagree

I strengthen myself every day

I don't show my wounds like you do

Like

Monty Python

Begging for alms

Legs gone because you cut them off yourself

I HEAL my wounds by cleaning them out

To clean you must recognize & accept the danger

Denial is a powerful drug

They can watch their toes

Turn black but say

It's NOT frostbite and let the necropsy

Invade the rest of their body

So then yeah they will die

They always say I DIDN'T WANT TO BELIEVE THAT

Their belief is not relevent

REALITY IS

Spelunk

Do it

Pull the pictures

That have not been seen

Up

To show those on the surface

A new planet

That they never knew existed

Bring up the pictures

And proof that

The surface is

So boring in comparrison

Spelunk

DO IT

When I am dissappointed

In someone I care about

When I openly say what I think

Regardless of the pain it will cause

A firewall emerges

The one who I am dissappointed in

Sets another fire

On purpose

Just outside of my reach

To distract

Of course it won't

But they do their darndest

NO LOOK OVER HERE!

When someone says that I have dissappointed them

I do not do that

I dive into it

Ask for clarification

And forgiveness

If I am wrong

My only firewall is

Not to care

They can put out the fire they started or not

Backfires tend to distract the one who set them

So go put out that defensive fire

I will be miles away

Doing shit that I want

Sorry man...you set it

Deal

Like a snake

Sideways

Blindspot

Attack

Release venom

Why?

Easier to describe HOW

I suppose

Motive subjective

Does any one even understand

What SUBJECTIVE means any more

I don't care

There is NO objective perspective

Without that SHARP definition

Seriously

You are going to drink

Something that will

Kill your body and you KNOW that

Seriously

And you do that

Anyway

You fucking moron

NO excuse whatsover

 NO mitigating circumstances

You want to die

Don't blame

At least die with truth

The cowards way is ease in death

Do not beg like a Coward

Do not lie in your last seconds on earth

Who cares?

Who are you trying to impress?

Canary

Needs explaining

APPARENTLY

The THING sent

BEFORE the miner

To say yay or nay

About even the air

A scout

In Warrior terms

To serve a function

Give information about the LAND

They are

About to walk into

The canary a tool

To decipher

A THING

To use like a hammer

Not even a screwdriver

More rudimentary than that

A tireless view

Of other beings as Slaves

There are people

Who view other people

As mere tools

Please do not forget that

Do I really need to define that?

APPARENTLY

Back in olden times

They put a caged canary

In the deepest recesses

Of a mine

To give them an indication

IF the air was lethal

When IT died

The miners were sure to follow

Due to a lack of breathable air

Free of poison or carbon monoxide

So when the canary died

It was an alarm

The alarm goes unrecognized now

Oddly

Because science does not matter

REALLY until that last breath taken

Again like BEFORE

They had the fucking sense

To put a Canary in the Coalmine