Profile
Forum Replies Created
-
AuthorPosts
-
October 19, 2018 at 3:32 pm #232055JoeParticipant
Leocube
Would working part time be an option for you and then using the free time to draw? Do you have weekends off that you could dedicate to drawing?
I hope what I’m about to write doesn’t discourage you but I was in a similar situation (although I didn’t have any savings to fall back on). I tried turning my illustration into a full time venture, but with very little money and still relying on parents for support. There was a lot of things I underestimated – promoting my work, not really having any kind of direction with my work, having to keep records of everything for tax purposes, business expenses (paying for a website, online listing fees, banking fees for the separate account I opened – on top of all that, it was difficult and discouraging for me when I wasn’t getting any responses. All this while dealing with depression and low confidence – I found that being in that mindset and trying to make it work was overwhelming.
Many artists and illustrators need to use social media to promote themselves, and building an online following doesn’t happen overnight. What I also found frustrating was all my friends and family constantly asking how much money I was making and when was I going to get a real job. I hated to admit it because I’m stubborn but they were right, I couldn’t carry on like this and I had to put it on the backburner for my own sanity.
Having said that, it’s not impossible – there are artists, designers and illustrators out there who do live off their art for a living, and they have managed to turn it into a full time venture.
I highly recommend you read “The Multi Hyphen Method” by Emma Gannon.
What do you think?
Joe
- This reply was modified 6 years ago by Joe.
August 22, 2018 at 11:07 am #222577JoeParticipantResubmitted
August 21, 2018 at 11:49 am #222393JoeParticipantAnita
Nice to be back, hope you are well.
I did try applying for internal job vacancies at the uni but so far, no luck. I am waiting to hear about an internship in another country (one which involves a role relevant to what I want to do, it’s in Europe and not teaching English – I’m not going down the TEFL road again). I’m not clinging to the possibility of going to this internship because I don’t want to get my hopes up to find myself disappointed, and I told myself if I found something here in the UK then I would go for that instead.
There are options for further study and training but one which involves teacher training (and I have no desire to teach school kids). There are loans available now for PHD’s but I’m not going for that because that means more student debt, possibly another great big employment gap and I wouldn’t know what to do (personally I don’t see any merit in having an art PHD, but that’s just my opinion).
I think the fact that I’m not throwing myself into rash decisions I might not be able to come back from so easily is a sign that I’ve made some personal progress over the past year, as well as not throwing myself into freelancing/self employment when I know that self employment is a slow burner with no instant gratification or guarantee of success.
I have booked an appointment to speak with a counselor at uni but as I have less than a month left of uni, I only see myself having one or two sessions.
What do you think?
Joe
September 26, 2017 at 7:58 am #170337JoeParticipant“Gift”
who would have thought
that which you
curse me with
who would have thought
that you
stifling my every word
silencing me
speaking for me
who would have thought
that all along
you were giving me
you were teaching me
my greatest gift
my greatest lesson
and though
i’ve lost my way a few times
i realised
that the silence
you condemn me with
is the greatest power
at my arsenal
at my disposal
there are
lots of things
i want to say,
i could say
given the chance
but i’ve decided
not to
i will just sit back
like the quiet child
you think i am
you can talk
as much as you like
because
i am not in competition
with you anymore
you can say your precious words
if that’s what you want
you can decide
decipher
assume
all you like
because you will never know
you can try
to provoke a reaction
to worm your way in
so arrogant
to assume that
you think
you can speak the truth of another
you can speak the truth for another
i will just smile
because you will never know
you can be caught up
in your illusion
in your delusion
you can point fingers
you can tell your version of events
but all i will do
is look at the one
who points the fingers
i lusted for revenge
to get even
to speak uninterrupted
to let you know
to expose you
but you can expose yourself
maybe i knew
all along
that to speak
that to talk
that to idle chit-chat
is to give away
your power
and my power
is not your’s for the taking
without further ado
i bid you adieu
i wish nothing more
than the best for you
i wish
that you get all of the good things
that one can get in this life
but
the only thing you will never have
are my words
my songs
my power
my truth
my attention
my thoughts
my energy
my soul
you can keep all the ugly rotten ones
that you’ve already got.- This reply was modified 7 years, 1 month ago by Joe.
September 3, 2017 at 2:16 pm #166800JoeParticipantAnita
Those “ghosts from the past”- if you wanted to forget, or to move on, how would you stop those ghosts from the past from reappearing in your life, I wonder.
Avoiding them like the plague. Deleting all evidence of their existence and all evidence of time spent together. Deleting their contact information so that there is no way for me to ever get in touch with them. I never even gave them my new phone number either. Little did I realise that they still had the house number and this person rung up the other day, just when I was making a conscious effort to move on and focus my attention on other things. I had even stumbled across Mel Robbins on Youtube – https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCk2U-Oqn7RXf-ydPqfSxG5g/featured and her 5 second rule, and I wanted to start applying that to my life.
There was backhanded sarcasm between us but mostly the conversation didn’t descend into another verbal sparring match. He had been talking to the other people of the group, “being all nostalgic about the old days, we should have a catch up, bla bla bla….” I think I have mentioned this before but the thought of meeting up with these people used to make me feel sick to the stomach. I was caught off guard by this whole thing and I said I might be up for meeting up – I hate that most of the time I psyche myself out to tell people what I really feel but when the time comes, I just can’t. Part of me does want to go just to put this whole thing behind me but the phonecall has just reopened the wound and made me feel bitter and torn about lots of other things besides this. I just hate the fact that he rang the house phone and that my dad answered (he never asks who is calling, just thrusts the phone into my hand).
September 1, 2017 at 2:28 pm #166562JoeParticipantAnita
I always enjoy reading your thoughts on my poetry/ramblings. Alas, a new development on this saga has occurred;
Just when I was ready
To free myself
Forgive myself
Forgive you
Bury the hatchet
Bury you in ancient history
By some freak accident
You phone out of the blue
Life has a nasty habit
Of sending me more ghosts from the past
When I am about to walk away
I hope
I worry
That all the other ugliness
That all the other nightmares
Don’t come true
But I take this
As a sign from the universe
We have unfinished business
And I have a bone to pick with youYou’re stubborn
You’re a fool
You don’t know how to take a hint
You’re a glutton for punishment
Just like me
It’s time you were told
You caught me off guard
But I refuse to let you win.Been avoiding you like the plague
But I’m not running away
Let’s just skip the formalities
The backhanded insults
And cut to the chase
We have a score to settle.
You best make one last stop
At the last chance saloon
We can have a stand off
In the street
You can bring your cronies
But I will bring
An army of me.Lay it all out
Give me all you’ve got
Do your worst
Because I’ve been hit before
Because I’ve heard it all before
When are you going
To get it in your head
I do not want you anymore
I do not need you anymore
You cannot hurt me anymore
And when are you going
To get it in your head
That I never forget?August 25, 2017 at 5:46 am #165558JoeParticipant“Seeking”
we were never
going to be the best
of friends
polar opposites
but we’re both
so stubborn
so proud
so set in our ways
i’m glad
things are good for you
i hope
all your dreams come true
you have nothing
that i want
except
for you
to let me off the hook
not everybody is like you
not everybody wants the things you do
i don’t know
what made you
so highly strung
and you
don’t know
what made me
bitter and twisted
we don’t know
the entire story
we only think we know
but we don’t
i have
imaginary conversations with you
where we can put the world to rights
put aside our differences
i wish
we could talk
face to face
no interruptions
no insultsyou once said
that there’s more to me
than i let on
i’m not willing
to show you
i think there’s more to you
than you let on
but you divert it all
when you’re the one
trying to break in
it’s funny
i know nothing about you
all i have
is a vague picture
that i’ve been painting
you keep telling me
how to live my life
but you need to know
i don’t suffer fools
i wasn’t born
to live up to you
everybody starts off
with a blank slate
for anybody kind enough
to give me the time of day
you pushed my buttons
i had to keep from exploding
for the sake of everybody else
i gave you the benefit of the doubtnever said i was perfect
i’m the first to admit
you hold us all
to high standards
you are quick
to point the finger
you are quick
to discuss my fate
with your jury
you’ve had your way
trapped me
silenced me
suffocated me
stockholm syndrome
in spite of all this
a tiny part of me
wants to believe
you mean well
you do it for my own good
in spite of all this
a tiny part of me
wants to believe
that you’re a person
just like me
your own ghosts
your own demons
your own wounds
in spite of all this
you’re not all that bad
even if your ugly side
is louderout there
be monsters
i’m well aware
you don’t need to remind me
because my battles
are mine alone
not yours
for the fighting
not yours
for the taking
in here
be monsters
why can’t you see
that i don’t need you
to save me from my sins
why can’t you see
that i need to learn the hard way
because if things were easy
i wouldn’t learn a thing
nothing
ever makes it all go away
no magic wand
to erase all the corruption
you might fool others
you might fool yourself
but you don’t fool meit’s been a year
since we last spoke
your words still ring
on a vicious repeat loop
haunted
like a vindictive ghost
all i want
is freedom
i can’t even look
at you anymore
you’re just another ghost
in another photograph
another fowl reminder
i have to keep you
at arms length
i ran away
avoiding my day in courtmy business
is with you
and you alone
you only want to talk
with your execution squad
at your side
so what say
we settle the score
one on one
face to face
for old time’s sake
you bring your pride
i bring my shame
you can condemn me
all you like
kick me when i’m down
spit on me
hate me
but all that i ask
is that
you bloody well listenAugust 17, 2017 at 8:17 am #164386JoeParticipantAnita
Interesting, this: “I’m having imaginary conversations with them/…Pretending that they are the good guys”- this makes me think that part of you believe the message about personal worth. Clearly, at the least, you once believed it. Who hasn’t.
I can’t help but have imaginary conversations with these people, where they finally shut up and listen to what I have to say instead of talking over me. I know for a fact that I want nothing more to do with these people and I’ve been avoiding them like the plague for the past few years but sometimes I just can’t help but wonder what it would be like if we still met up.
“When truth spits in your face” and this post is an expansion on the post I wrote about wanting the last word with the toxic frenemy; it’s about the same group of people I spent time with but I never really felt part of that group. Originally we were all a massive group until one of the other participants persisted in pressing my buttons so I got into a really ugly confrontation and called him some really colourful four-letter words. Button Pusher, his roommate and my roommate formed their own clique from then on and I got accused by The Frenemy of creating a divide within the group – so it’s my fault that I told Button Pusher to back off because he was making me feel uncomfortable and bombarding me with deeply personal questions? I did ask him politely to stop what he was doing to begin with but he took offense and swore at me, which elevated into an extremely ugly verbal sparring match. Even then, I was the one being told to calm down by the others and not being allowed to explain myself.
Regarding the false belief that I am unworthy for not having what they have – that’s more like their false belief, not mine. They have nothing that I want. They went out of their way to make me feel unworthy for not having the same things or aspirations as they do. Not wanting the same things they want. As if somehow they expect everybody to have the same things or want the same things.
“Aren’t you going to the gym” Uh no, do you think I need to go?
“Aren’t you coming with us to the football match?” Uh no, does it look like I enjoy sports?
“Aren’t you going to get your haircut?” My hair is okay as it is, thankyou very much.
“That’s your phone? That’s so old!” Oh yeah, because I’ve always judged a persons worth by what bleedin’ phone they have…
I ended up with the other half of the group by default but I just felt uncomfortable and suffocated around these people. They were constantly bitching and gossiping about one another, and just constantly whining about everything and they believed that they deserved the best of everything, which just really irritated me. The other members of the group were quite conservative and religious and I never felt like I was able to express my own views or opinions for fear they would react badly, because they acted as though everybody should have the same beliefs and opinions as they did (but I guess it didn’t matter, because according to them I was a devil worshipper because of my appearance and taste in music). I think at that point I firmly decided against organised religion, and that I was agnostic.
The placement ended 3 years ago and we’ve gone our separate ways – they all seem to be in great graduate-level jobs in law/ICT/whatever and I’ve been mostly unemployed/sometimes freelance/volunteering/warehouse work for an evil bloodthirsty corporation which shall remain nameless/warehouse work for a lesser bloodthirsty parcel delivery company/depressed. They have been trying to organise group reunions and I’ve had to make excuses to get out of going to these reunions because I dread the thought of being asked “So what are you up to? Are you working?” I’ve destroyed my old phone and the simcard so that there is no chance in hell that they will be able to get in touch with me now. I know I said I wanted to have the last word with The Frenemy and I have destroyed his phone number so there is no way I will be able to do that now. I think I do still have his e-mail address. I could send him an e-mail telling him that I’m not happy at all but how is that going to help? He would probably not read it, just dismiss and deny everything and slag me off even more to the group “Joe is an absolute headcase, he has some serious issues, bla bla bla…”
- This reply was modified 7 years, 2 months ago by Joe.
August 15, 2017 at 3:54 pm #164148JoeParticipantMore delightfully dark and twisted stream of consciousness stuff because I love delightfully dark and twisted! It just flows out and the more I write, the more ideas I get and the more inspired I become. I’d really love to do something which involves more writing and more wordplay but combining with artwork as well…
Truth Spits In Your Face
Some people
They have everything
In their own minds
They are royalty
Spoiled little princes and princesses
Who deserve all the good in this world
In their minds
They are perfection
They are the shiny happy people
They are the lucky ones
Boy do they like to show it
With their gold
With their achievements
With their careers
Their beautifully expensive clothes
A living walking breathing photocopy
Of a trendy fashion catalogue
They show and tell their lives
Through their smartphones
Through bloodless plastic shark smiles
The lucky ones are happy and healthy
They are pure as the snow
Free of corruption and sin
God loves them but nobody else
They aren’t affected
They aren’t afflicted
With inner disease
Why would they
When there is nothing beneath the surface
Wait
They are not human
So they wouldn’t understand
The affliction
Underneath their human disguise
They are snakes made from plastic
You and I
And everybody else
We’re beneath them
We’re below them
Because we don’t have it all
We don’t have a hope in hell
Know your place
Because they spit in the faces
Of everybody
Having to clean up after them
At the first sign of weaknessBut just remember,
Your towering ladder
Your stepping stones into the sky
Nobody reaches the top
Nobody gets to heaven
It’s a risky business
When you are so high up
Because it’s a long fall
And a long way down.
Nothing
Is ever going to bring you to the top
You will never find your storybook ending
Your happily ever after
And you
Are not untouchable.They will swarm in their mob
And spread disease about you
All over the streets
After shooting and stabbing you in the back
After tearing you to shreds
Like rabid wolves
Just for not being like them
They will come for you
To crucify you
To nail you to their dartboard
We are freaks
Heretics
Lunatics
Who deserve to be locked up
And burned at the stake
They hold the power
When they point the finger
Drive them away
Drive them out of the town
But there’s nowhere to go
Nowhere to escape
There’s no magic beanstalk
To take me away
There’s no giant peach
There’s no Hogwarts Express
There’s no alien space shipThrough their lies
Malice
Their wholesome image
Of how they are such nice people
They cast doubt
All this time
I’m having imaginary conversations with them
Pretending that they are human
Pretending that they are friends
Pretending that they are the good guys
It’s easy to see things for what they really are
When you step back from the bigger picture
It’s been a whole year
Since we last spoke
If you could call it that
Because apparently
I’m not allowed to speak
Unless through a self-elected spokesperson
And even then
They decide what should be spoken
I’ll be back to get you
Some nice sunny day
And you will wish
You never crossed my path at allI smirk and sneer
And spit
At the faces of those fools
Who think they have it all
My captors
My oppressors
They underestimate me
They thought
I was a puppet
So rigid, easily controllable
But my nose will always stay the same
Because I only speak the truth
I’m not your ventriloquist dummy
You don’t get to speak for me
Decide for me
Control me
I cut the puppet strings a long time ago
Words speak truth
Flames
There is purity in fire
Burning away all their sin
They burn up
When you reflect the mirror right back into their faces
An uncontrollable vessel
They say never to open Pandoras box
For it contains all the sin
All the disease
All the misfortune
But it also contains truth
And we can’t have that in the world, can we?
Because if truth were to exist
They would have to be held accountable
For their crimes
Wicked deeds
It must be awful
For the self-righteous
When they realise
They aren’t at all innocent
Because sinners can always repent
Can’t they?They look in horror
And shock
As I walk over to their weak frail bodies
Lying on the floor
Caught in my trap
Like fruit flies and other worthless insects
In a spiders web
You can have all your poison back
You can have all my poison
My shame
You thought
I was just some worthless docile little boy
Without a mind to call his own
Didn’t see that coming, did you?
Too stunned
To even utter a word
They squirm
They deny
Even in their last breath
They are the innocent ones
No? If that’s all you’ve got
Then you can
Go To HellI guess I’m worried that I’m painting myself in a really negative light here on the forums by writing all this really bitter twisted vengeful stuff but it’s really cathartic and I’m in my element when I can just pour out without worrying about all the ensuing ugliness.
July 29, 2017 at 8:59 am #160940JoeParticipantTannhauser
I fail to see how we are ignorant when we have no empirical experience of light workers or kundalini. I am not dismissing your posts or your claims at all – I have not experienced the things you have, I am not a lightworker and I don’t know a lot about kundalini; I have read about it a few times but not enough to warrant becoming an expert on the subject, and I have never had any firsthand experience with it either. Despite my lack of knowledge or firsthand experience, I have always read your posts with fascination and kept an open mind; and no, open-mindedness doesn’t mean I instantly believe in everything I read, it means I am open to the possibility of it being true but still being sceptical. Not everybody will believe what you believe and you can’t seriously expect somebody to automatically believe your claims. So that makes me and everybody else here on TinyBuddha ignorant?
Other members such as PearceHawk and Anita have tried their best to help you and give you the best advice they possibly can, and when they haven’t been able to provide you with definitive answers you just throw it back in their face. When nobody responds to your posts (probably because we don’t have the answers to your problems) you just respond back with hostility. Yes, some people do come to Tiny Buddha for relationship advice because we are better equipped to give advice on relationships. That’s because relationships are important to everybody. Why are other peoples relationship problems any less important than your problems?
Spirituality is a subjective thing for everybody and it’s a personal thing for different people. Everybody follows their own path at their own pace, you don’t get to tell other people that they are “spiritual play acting”.
I don’t know what you are looking for here on the forums but I’m not going to tell you what you want to hear, I’m not going to pretend to be a lightworker, I’m not going to pretend that I have all the answers and I’m not going to give you help or advice when it’s out of my expertise. I hope you get the help and answers to your problems that you need because I am unable to provide those for you.
All the best
Joe
July 28, 2017 at 1:25 pm #160822JoeParticipantTannhauser
You can’t expect everybody to know anything about this topic or have all the answers because I certainly don’t. I do actually read your posts but I haven’t responded to any of them because I really don’t know how to reply. Yes, TinyBuddha does centre around spirituality to an extent but from the 3 years I have spent on this site, the main focus is more on mindfulness and wellbeing and not on things like that which you have discussed. I don’t know about other members here on the forums but I am not qualified to give you a definite answer . I am not a psychologist, psychiatrist, spiritual leader, guru, shaman, doctor or lightworker, and I don’t think many of us are these things. I have never came across any advice or articles with regards to things like kundalini, spiritual experiences or lightworkers here on this site, and I have never experienced any of those things before.
I am sorry we are not able to help or give definite answers but being angry and telling us “f**k you” is not going to help. I think you are expecting too much here on the forums when nobody is able to give you a straightforward answer.
All the best
Joe
July 23, 2017 at 10:13 am #159722JoeParticipantTannhauser
This is most interesting. Some valid points you raise here, thanks for sharing! I’m on the fence when it comes to the concept of god. I don’t believe in the Judeo-Christian god, I don’t have all the answers to everything but sometimes I’m still open to the possibility of there being some kind of higher power just as much as I’m open to the possibility of there being no higher power. Some things I do believe in, some things I don’t believe in. I wanted to believe when I was younger and I would be hit with cognitive dissonance whenever I came across arguments against things like god, spirituality and the afterlife. I used to think that being open-minded meant fully believing and rejecting all other possibilities just because I didn’t “want there to be nothing” but that was just being close-minded instead. It took a while for me to admit that I didn’t have all the answers, I didn’t really know anything and that it was okay to not know everything.
Sometimes I see people who use their faith and the concept of god and the devil in order to avoid taking responsibility for their actions. When people do bad things, abuse other people and/or animals and commit horrible crimes, it’s because “the devil made them do it”. That person doesn’t have to take responsibility, they can just wave the famous yet convenient “the devil made me do it” excuse as a get out of jail card.
For some people, when things have gone their way, it’s because “god made it happen.” People believe that because they are obedient to whatever religion they follow, they are going to have good things happen to them and things are always going to go their way. I think this kind of attitude does nothing but breed self-entitlement. Sometimes I just get really irritated when I hear people say “God gave me that job” or “God gave me the new car” or “God made sure everything was okay during the operation”. So what about all of the other nice people who are genuinely doing everything they possibly can but don’t have jobs or nice things or they never get a break? So God decides to give you what you want and need but not anybody else? This whole idea of “God blessed me with such-and-such” just disgusts me sometimes, it just seems like such an insult to people who don’t have those things at all.
People believe in things like the end of times and armageddon, that god will destroy all the evil away. Human beings are responsible for war, poverty, crime, murder, abuse, overpopulation, screwing up the environment, slaughtering innocent animals, theft, discrimination, you name it – and yet some people are so entitled that they think we as humans don’t have to address those things ourselves and act towards overcoming them – “it’s okay, we don’t have to do anything because god will take care of it. We can just sit back, blame it all on the devil and absolve ourselves because God will always be there to clean up our mess.”
I mean no disrespect towards anybody who is a believer of any religion; I have met plenty of kind people who are religious and they are some of the nicest humble people a person could hope to meet, and they have never once tried to turn everything into a theological debate or patronise me with outlandish claims. I’m just speaking from personal experience of dealing with the kind of religious people who act outwardly self-righteous and self-entitled.
Although I consider myself agnostic, lately I do find myself fascinated with paganism again.
Please keep posting, this is a fascinating subject.
Joe
July 21, 2017 at 3:20 am #159326JoeParticipantVeronica
Last year I shared an account of what I would describe as my dark night – https://tinybuddha.com/topic/story-of-my-dark-night/ – I’m not sure if you have read it on here before but if not, I invite you to read my story.
Although I am in a much better place than I was back then, that experience was a turning point for me and I can’t ever go back or undo from what happened. It felt like nothing I did made me happy, it felt as though things weren’t going my way at all and everything I tried to make things better just seemed really pointless.
Please post again
Joe
July 15, 2017 at 10:02 am #158276JoeParticipantTY
I don’t use Facebook any more – it’s mind blowing just how parasitic it can become, how I wanted to get likes on everything I uploaded, adding people I had only ever spoken to once even though we could pass each other in the corridor and not glance at each other. It just seemed really artificial and vapid. People only posting the really good bits of their life and it projects this idea that everybody has this seemingly perfect life. Nobody wants to read about negativity or “people being real” and nobody wants to read lengthy posts about “real stuff”. I just feel like Facebook has made people more shallow and disconnected, and it’s almost like it has made all of us have a really short attention span.
Facebook is something I avoid like the plague – I don’t want to connect with idiot former classmates or my idiot relatives, I don’t want to add people I hardly even speak to anyway and then trawl through endless status updates reading about how much they love watching ‘The Only Way Is Essex’ and I have no desire to put up with the subsequent whiny messages of “Why haven’t you added me? Why have you unfriended me? Why don’t you like me?” (Probably because I can’t stand you in real life?)
The only social media platform I use is Instagram but that’s purely to promote my art business. I hate the fact that to make a Facebook page for my art business as well, I need to make a personal Facebook page when I really don’t want one.
Joe
July 10, 2017 at 12:52 pm #157364JoeParticipantAnita
The Experiment was inspired by another book I had to read back in English Lit class, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. This was more about societal expectations and just expectations in general, represented by the different body parts being assembled and stitched together. A bricolage of different contrasting information and rules. They say one thing but do another, or then do a complete u-turn and then say the complete opposite thing.
I always enjoy reading your interpretations, Anita.
Ode To The Beautiful Shiny Happy People
a haze of neon signs
passing headlights
blaring dance music
vapid soulless mechanical
overpowered car exhausts
from cars
driven by fowl-mouthed
boy racers
the smell
of fried takeaway food
vomit
alcopops
police and ambulance sirens
cigarette smoke
boys and girls of the night
the beautiful
shiny happy people
party animals
they don’t come out
until the sun has gone down
vampires
the living dead
with no souls of their own
hoping
to claim another soul
to own another soul
to take it’s place
boys
swaggery
sneery
canine-like
reeking of Paco Rabanne
reeking of bloodlust
slicked back hair
bloodshot eyes
their gaunt looking face
like a diseased human rat
they have no honour
they have no respect
they puff
on vaping machines
like they are human nuclear power stations
they don’t even have to try
pitted against
the other dogs
they bark
they bite
the girls, they see
they sniff out
they treat their girls
like pedigree chum
like dog food
the girls
atomic peroxide
heavy make-up
vodka smiles
the boys and girls
always in competition
to see who can be
the loudest
the funniest
the biggest
the craziest
larging it
they only live at night
their life
is a neon-covered fantasy
with artificial lights
their life
is one massive rave
one massive party
pulsating strobe lights
pulsating plastic party tunes
for pulsating plastic party people
life is a huge party
where they assemble
where they feast
on chemical liquids
where they sneak
forbidden candy
when nobody is looking
and then vomit it all back out
in a grimy toilet cubicle
dancing
drinking
let’s see
how many likes
we can get on this photo
which looks
like all of the photos
we have ever taken
sunlight beckons
they stagger back to whence they came
weakened
sore bleeding eyes
the living dead
cower away
from the sunlight
too wasted
too medicated
too diseased
to care -
AuthorPosts