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The Wolf-Shaped Bullet turned 5 today!

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Saturday Infomercials . . .
Forgotten benchmarks of eye-level declines,
left behind and crumbling by our continuously-topped crimes,
of private accounts, bettering the ledger with doctored numbers from the previous
machinations, ruining the quiet interludes of lyrical poetic floods with refrains so insidious.
Deftly losing my place in this, your opaquely mad design,
recriminations of primitive ad-blasts slamming into my unprepared mind,
causing the blackest of sweet and murderous intentions to brew in my imagination,
there seems to be no real way out of your loquacious labyrinth, at least none that I can find.
Unwanted interference flowing across the static of a digital form,
vocal protestations of aggravation spewed out through voices far too perky in pitch,
these precious vulgarities consume what's left of my sanity with their trendy earworms,
the hook is far too provocative to ignore, causing my interrupted mental trains of thought to crash into the tangential ditch.
Superimposed sounds of capitalism capitulating into waves of eager consumerism,
with paper-thin allurances to old-school religion, echoing variances of mind-controlling terrorism,
scanned into empty vessels ready to process and savor with tasteless tongues what big brother's been cooking,
expanded wallets used as headphones to continue the drone of self-appreciative nonsense to keep us from looking deeper into our conscience.
Outcries from 1984 risen to a newly-entrapped fever-pitch squeal of epic proportions,
we are chased from every available corner of free thought with green-printed beasts of avarice,
through wooded forests of painful mental contortions, providing the sponsored yet most pleasant of distractions,
to keep us calm and coming forward to fulfill the lack of interpersonal interactions that we forgot we even missed.
With heavy cards of plastic clasped in shaky hands, we sell ourselves on synthetic happiness,
thinking that it will vacantly satisfy all of our emotional disconnects to the earth,
we devalue humanity using such alacrity that we refuse to see how it makes us so much less,
tunelessly humming and paving away our painful revelations, so that we can not see how much we are truly worth.
Why do we so quickly buy into these vapid pleasures of wax that burn out the candle of life all too soon?
I would rather tune out the raucous background of useless noise just to sway to the silent music of the moon.
Darkly dancing prose-filled revelries of lost dreams and spastic joy have far more sex appeal than these forced masks of materialism,
re-created rainbows of pixels and paint will not match the easy feel of our childhood when sourced through such plaintive schisms.
Wanting to escape the density of intense irritation borne from the bonds of the steepest boredom,
sleep-walking through rain-drenched patterings of suicidal seconds of time that are unblinkingly lost in a haze,
giving way to sympathetic spasms of involuntary hallucinations filled with the happy idiocracy of monochrome-infused and man-made kingdoms,
we gladly erase the memory of their subliminal compulsion just so we can numb ourselves to the devious hidden agenda's of their transparent ways.
Forewarned is Forearmed . . .
Forever beware the wolves of wile, for they know of no true guile, and will endeavor yet instead, to employ clever tricks to mess with your head. Crafty and cunning, the game must soon begin, shifting and running, your heart they will always win.
tarar16 replied to your post “Man. I am having one of my beyond depressed days for little to no...”
Remember that it WILL pass eventually, my friend. Just do your best to ride out the current storm intact. You are not alone! *Hugs* ~Tara ;)
yeah it’ll pass when i hit my next wave of mania lmao bi polar doesn’t go away. But it’s OK. I’m cool with it, don’t worry. I just sometimes have really deep depression days and today was one of them.

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tarar16 replied to your post “My really stupid neighbor called the police and firemen to my house...”
It's not for nothing if they were at least hot. ;)
they weren’t..but now my parents have to pay more money to have the guy come again when they really don’t have the money
The Sacred Feminine . . .
We are truly forces to be reckoned with, overburdened with these forbidden powers that go far beyond measure. We expel so many deceptive frailties, all while actively concealing our invisible strengths. Twirling on tip-toe all deadly-delicate, like stardust on the breeze, covertly dropping all of our precious feathers and flower petals at your feet. Calloused skin tirelessly hiding the stubborn thorns and retracting our instinctual claws with ease. We exist as the most beautiful and underestimated of flytraps intricately luring you in. Lipstick-covered daggers eagerly breathing lace-covered bullets, aimed directly at your heart. Strings of pearls oh-so-carefully dripping acid down your heaving chest.
Razor-sharp silk and serrated ruffles gently tightening like a noose around your neck.
Blessed Mother says, "Be careful of the games that you play with a young girl's heart, or she'll eat you alive."
My Mountebank . . .
You are like a vial of the sweetest poison,
dripping into my ears, night after night,
disturbing my sleep and darkening my soul.
You continuously fill my mind, my heart, with your toxic love.
And I am forever changed.