Pᴱᴬᴿᴸs Sᵂᴬᴺ ᴵᴺ Mᴱᴬᴺᴵᴺᴳ sLAKE
as realized by
James Quentin Devine
mundus vult decipi
In another lifetime I'd have been beaten in a field for uselessness.
Or perhaps I'd commit petty crime.
In this lifetime, both coincide.
I do it all.
And then some.
Quantum slide.
Dead in a trunk.
CRT brain-bled.
Bust.
The screen mediation experiment had succeeded.
Theory of mind's a busted hypothesis.
Smashed like fumbled produce.
Tossed lost.
Asking:
Where's the light behind those eyes?
It's all stage blood.
Everything's fake
and gay
and REDACTED→
→ → → →
Funkless and unfuckable.
Bottomed-out bummers.
Exhausting drags.
Proscribed and drugged.
I can't deal with these fucking
(what is meaning?)
(what is meaning?)
(what is meaning but meanness?)
(what do you mean?)
Pisstream mysticism, pitiful middle school.
An earfull of asshole, shaved down baby-fine.
The shorn coats of gelded goats' sickly songs ill-defined.
→ Turbo whine.
A windowsill and a windchime.
Grandfatherly struck time.
Fully accented in hackneyed rhyme.
Half-he'd.
Dealt death in prime.
Quantified.
"Count me out."
"You don't like reggaeton?"
"Fuck no."
"But bitches go crazy to reggaeton."
"Bitches go crazy to whatever you tell them to. They used to make bitches that went crazy to the Dave Clark Five. I am tired of these particular bitches."
"Sounds like you mad cuz you ain't gettin' no play."
"Me I'm just tired of the way these people play."
"What you mean?"
"There's a quote."
"Alright."
"Here, let me—"
"You just read it. I don't wanna look at your phone."
"Alright, hold on. Here— Says, They are playing a game. They are playing at not playing a game. If I show them I see they are, I shall break the rules and they will punish me. I must play their game, of not seeing I see the game."
"Who said that?"
"R.D. Laing."
"Like the lesbian singer?"
"What?"
"What was it? That song . . . 'Constant Craving?'"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Then she changed her name all lowercase."
"I still don't know what the fuck you're talking about."
"Yes you do. That's okay. That's alright. That's crazy, though. So you're saying these bitches are playing games?"
"These bitches are playing games."
"And you're tired of it."
"I am."
"Well what are you gonna do?"
"I don't know. I could just withdraw entirely."
"Monk mode."
"Something like that."
"But you love the city life too much."
"I'm a street rat."
"It's true! We all know it."
And you.
You.
Yes You.
Become aware that the camera's been performing a slow reverse zoom.
For quite some time.
And the intentions of the director and the cant of the camera come into question.
Asking yourself:
Who the fuck are these guys?
(they're Guys, right?)
Are they me or you?
Are they in fursuits?
Fuck knows.
Blow my head til I don't mind.
Litter all that's left behind.
You're the one whose head's the stage.
I am just an orange and some burning sage.
Ritual letter-full pages.
Color.
Pearls swan in meaning slake.
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