Sometimes Genius, Sometimes Fool

I’ll keep to myself…

Gentle persuasion in silhouette
(the story I can only presume)

after the reading of alien rights
without perceivable eyes, ears or mouth
I’m still-life traced
like the profile of my head in school —
without any clue how I formed,
about procedure, how art imitates,
or how trapped a life could be
framed in surreal ink.

An innocent cutout
would like to know
where you keep construction paper
dull scissors can chew.

1.17.25
"Re: PICTURE – 01. 17, 18, 19, 20 .26"  

To see for yourself, get beyond a one-dimensional realm…
Humanity divined? Is it really dead?
You need something more than underperforming animals to kick
to feel something after all succumbed to precious leather and heel
of restless sociopaths and self-haters who avoid their own truths —
they kill to feel alive, point fingers at ignorance personified as fictitious alibi

Ping!


T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚            

Ow!

I never get writer's block — only writer’s detour.
Circuitry of this brain has been an endless ‘matter’…

I’m not your Dexter.