It's done.
I've deleted all of the artwork I've made and uploaded to this site.
Was a good run. Will likely just be ghost-posting and stream links from here on out.
You can find my stuff on FA and Blusky instead.
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I'm going to miss everyone.
All of you.
Without eachother, we have nothing.
Even those you hate.
Even those you can no longer love.
Even those who don't understand why you are anything at all.
We are more connected than you can imagine.
I'm going to miss you all when time comes.
What does it mean to make an impact?
...To leave behind a snapshot of a person I'll never be again for others to witness and learn from for as long as the data staves off corruption.
Does that count?
I feel so fucking corrupted
but I can't help but feel
it's kinda my fault
after all
I did break a mold
only to start my own
in its own
fucked up
way
haven't I
little mallows
In this current day and age, there seems to be an underlying expectation that those of us online are to be readily available for those that need us. It seems like an impossible task for most everyone. We're not meant to be on call every waking moment.
And yet I want to be able.
If anyone asks how I coped with any of it:
I practically hallucinated my way through life about animal people that liked me for what I was, instead of perceiving false authorities attempting and failing to make me what I could never be.
I'd like to think you and I are god, the everyone.
The powers that be would want you to think otherwise.
That you're different.
Other.
But you do belong to something far greater than any one voice.
Sing out against the dissonance.
You will find your harmony.
You believe in authority huh? That's cute.
Bet you don't think.
Someone commands you to break yourself on the regular huh, good lil slave-brain?
You don't -need- to think, do you?
Someone else does it for you,
if barely,
and yet you still
stupidly
nod.
Good follower.
Good pawn.
I'm bigger than you
and tinier too.
I'm smarter even.
And dumber to boot.
I'm the things you knew
And nothing at all
Things sure seem real huge
for all of us, so small
We're nothing alike
yet kinda the same
From nothing you might
find something still sane.
Do you see you?
I'll be the one that gets away
but always sticks around
cuz inside of your memories
you've got me written down
is it someone like me
or a copy you ideal?
either way, the fake will stay
I'm borrowed, true unreal.
God doesn't suck and that's the problem.
He'd be alot cooler if he just blew a dude instead of blowing up the dinosaurs.
He'd be fun if he flooded ass instead of flooding the world.
He'd maybe be worth believing in if he rubbed one out instead of rubbing out Sodom and Gomorrah.
The truth is it's all deteriorating.
Faster than you or I can imagine.
And yet we'll stay as we are.
Content not to bring upon our ends.
While burning ourselves alive with our hatred.
Of the other side of the fence.
Of those we used to call our neighbor.
Rogers would be sad.
I've been to what feels like the bottom.
I've felt what it's like to feel like the only way is up.
That's what the bottom should be.
A point to push off.
And I try to remind myself this.
Because I keep bouncing back up again.
Even if I fall
I know the next go might be greater.