The others are beginning to turn on one another. Their teeth are sharp, but their tongues are sharper. Yet, when one is face to face with one of these others; their actions are as dull as their personalities. Pure defectiveness. Pure waste of human potential. These others try to project strength with their sharpened language. Yet, they know they are the weakest wrung upon the ladder within the pecking order. This is why they are loud; thinking they can project strength. Conversely, they are only projecting their special blend of weaknesses. The others only turn on one another when there is a sense of lack within their atmosphere. When the others get priced out of being able to afford to survive, this is when they become mean, territorial, violent, and psychotic. Protect yourself with and by any means necessary.
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A Funerial Heart
The cold warmth of a funerial heart. These are the times I can feel the disease within me; the disease within my mind. A diseased mind is a cure for life. A diseased mind and the living death, are truly the only cure for living within one’s life. How does one live in a world, where one is not recognized by it, yet they do not recognize the world? There is no day within the eternal night. The cessation within one’s own lifespan. Soft reverberations within one’s own rotting hand. The solitary warmth of one’s isolation, is the disease of ease. Too many attention seekers are seeking me. You must witness the nocturnal massacre, as you deeply breathe in their annoyances. Try not to choke on them.
There is a slight distinction within the hue, as neither you or I possess perfect eye sight. There is no vision, other than the type of vision one will allow to be bestowed upon them. Do you really think there is another type? No, there is not, as it was all a scam to begin with. I thought you knew all of this by now; I guess not.
G.G. Kalfas 