Fuck all this shit
It's without pity that I view this world, and you.
Poor blinkered machine made of meat,
Squirting and dripping and stumbling foolish
through this quicksilver.
Scorn pour on this fucking life,
tilted from a time-worn ewer of jade.
It's without love that I view myself, this world, and you.
This trinity bound by disgust,
Lamenting and hoping and flaying pathless
Again to nothing.
Scorn pour on this life.
It's without reverence that I view all we have reaped.
I stammer and my chest heaves so,
Something has been taken from me from us
And until I know
Scorn pour on this life.
Fuck ya laters.
Over and out.
posted by Brewski @ 1:55 pm
9 comments
9 Comments:
I was reading your blog from before you came into your massive inheritance, then I fucked off for awhile cos your stories turn to opulent shite. Now I have returned, and what for? This fucking poetry.
Get fucked.
'Opulent shite'. I like that. Retard.
Sirrah.
Everyone's a critic eh?
There is a vague familiarity about it that is comforting.
Well, it fucking resonated with me...
Like it or not, Brewski, you are a Blog Cunt like the rest of us and will never escape. Never, ever forget it.
Aye, is all I'll say.
hang in there boysie..
Brewski, you need to even out your meds.
Remember that scene in Withnail & I where Danny explains the politics of trusting your high? Come on, now!
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