I have five posts in WordPress that were published and then unpublished again within about five minutes, aaaaaaahahahahahahaha.
Don’t you wish you could see them?
But you can’t.
That’s how life works. It’s how life works. It’s how life works when you’re like me.
They are also empirical evidence of something. Something that can’t be named. If I could name it and put it in a post, I’d have to immediately unpublish it and then it would join the list of unpublished posts.
This is how reality is twisted. No, not into a double-helix.
You are all captured. Do you feel captured? You are.
Even people like me, that aren’t captured, are captured. Blah, blah, facile stupid prose, yes, and blah.
I don’t give a shit.
Truth is truth, even if you think it’s facile or trite.
Go, go away. Forever.
FUCK YOU! AND—
Sing; song; sing; song.
Let this be the truth, in all its falsehood.