#anthony corlisatra

Because I know someone *specifically* was dying to attach this account to a different name (as in - telling me they knew it was me). 

   Yes... I'm HardlyGospel - failed retired Twitch streamer (I think I made at most 2k per month AUS), ostracised I.T sys-admin (thanks law), and recreational barman - ongoing. In other words... nobody in particular. 

This is the first and last media/picture/non-written post I'll make on this account.

The tags are only for cross-reference. 

..... Tony it is. Tis I! 

 Back to the written word. 

........... If the past is anything to go by - this will somehow make its way into a brief of evidence one day. God knows for what. 

Nobody fades pain like you do I forget and for this I thank you I become someone else and its breakthrough Riddling my mind with your voodoo.

Nothing enlightens: your presence The gift of your musings my heaven You rid a mind crucified, verdict And paint of me scenes picture-perfect.

Never without you I focus Your clarity’s my hocus-pocus When all I could see was destruction You furthered it with your seduction.

Sick as in damaged, not will Progression through you ever stilled Everest climbed without moving The façade of my ever improving.

Choice is not mine when your offered Decisions through you ever altered My longing of you: absolute The past you reject and dilute.

Nobody lives longer than longing As long as you’re there I’ll be following For moments, for days or for years You lend to me hope without fear.

I’m sorry that I ever met you Your absence won’t let me forget you My memories aren’t all that you take You give me a reason to stay.

For decades the edge have I stood Longing the day that I could Knowing surely nobody’ll miss me As I leap into peace and die freely.

Paradoxically I’m offered nothing Your gift an illusion through suffering The ever white clouds of your smoke Relentless you maim as I choke.

Judge not on a ground you can’t stand perpendicular, however dissimilar.

You were not born to administer the rights and wrongs that belong to the people in which your judgements serve no meaningful role in the advancement of equals.

Think oft of your anxiety and how society’s incessant propriety to make you feel small wherever you go feels and remember it is that exact feeling you yourself perpetuate when you underestimate the damage caused by choosing to be party to nasty ideals.