Dash Crowley: Frugivore; Artist; Son of Man; Other Superfluous Labels
A. D. D
: ATTENTION ! I have a deficit – Mine, stolen by : MEDIOCRITY ! Mine, attention! VVVV Centering mine, Affection; The entirety of the species Self-included-- : ATTENTION ! : : : Association Complete DISENGAGE –
: : ::: COMPLETE ___
They say: Misery loves company ((Misery loves companies))
But here I sit stoically, In a state of Solitaire –
Confined to remind Me of my shame; ain’t that just a cryin’ shame So easy to regret; So much harder to repent; And even more so to ascend.
They say: Misery and me, We should play checkers in the park – Or take long walks in the dark – Or clip coupons for the Wal-mart –
I am the great, and powerful, OFFENDER! Donning a badge of guilt and shame. Which includes my height, And name. Though they’ve gotten the height wrong. I Never bothered to tell…HAHA!
For I? I am a grand and terrible OFFENDER! Shudder helplessly before My splendor! A true monster! Right from Hell, itself.
-----Please do not feed the animals ----
When the chemicals kick in: There is no self-doubt – There is no question of Purpose – There is no voice to tell How time is to Be spent or where-- (all in one place, thank you) When the chemicals kick in: I Am God ----
Pretending Someone Knows
– Discovering truth amidst the mountains Of damnation; eternally bound by fire. – – In youth springs forth the fountains ( apparently bottomless ) of motivation. – – Only deviation screamed out in choirs; Problem solving skills, avoidant – -- Less than anything to count on -- -- Recovering lost cities; of souls and sinful Tendency; of betrayal and of hate – – Buried deep somewhere inside of the whole Undeniable grace flows so much like wine – – Hidden by an over-abundance of His name Relayed by no one so devoutly inclined – -- That being a far-off topic at any rate – – The matter of fact is the fact of the game We play, pretending someone knows the rules – – Return_ Return_ Return to Elohim; To the source___ ____before everything falls apart.