and then

Fuck. It's late. Another 16 hour day. Living in what seems to be a state of perpetual limbo. Kind of redundant I know. The ebb and flow of life through changes but the constant factors are important. Those are what take your time. Relationshit. Focusing on stupid things. I can't get it out of my head. I'm sick of it. I just want to stop thinking about it. It's fucking over. Fuck.

Devout

Our animal instinct. Our behavior and desire. The inherent willingness. Self-disgust and loathing. Shame and discontent. Projected focus on physical desire and lust. A manifestation of a commonality. A Jungian fulfillment. Verbose and stifling. Or stifling because it's verbose. A sickness within the human animal. The monkey in the corner. The junkie in the street. The darkness that simply takes over and fails to return to the light. Happenstance fed and shoulder weight embraced. Emotional waves of vanity hurled into the sickened unknown. Without name nor face, but simple focus. Disgust. For all and for self.