‘Straight, not straightened’

119: ‘Straight, not straightened’

Virtue not vommited into being out of fear of being punished by an imaginary god hand. Ethical for the sake of being ethical. Virtue for the sake of virtue, not a reward, not a punishment. Someone who appreciates prudence, temperance, fortitude and justice. Someone who can be true to themselves in every sense of the word, someone who is actually honest. Or at least someone who tries to be honest with seriousness. Neither salvation or pleasure are the end of the line for what we must spend our lives pursuing.


‘The sun is new each day.”

118: No beginning and no end, in mid verse eternal, we have done what we are doing now forever, a cycle of the same: shitting, rutting, stealing, lying, rushing, breathing, crying, dying. Just as quick as we return to oblivion we are reborn with no escape, pushing boulders up mountains to only have those boulders roll down again, a endless trap of futile efforts, accomplishing nothing, falling forward into complete regeneration. Escape from this tedious droning is not found in probing moist places, the delirium of forever intoxication or the neurosis of cosmic salvation. Liberation from the endless is accomplished in nothing. All you can hope to be is king for a moment then die well. ‘The sun is new each day.’



“People grow so used to fear, to murder, to contempt and hate that they become deaf to whatever in them whispers that maybe they are wriong and their attitude simply reflects what they loathe in their own lives. That is why they prefer drugs to suppress their despair – the illusion of instant cure keeps them going. But the canker which devours them remains.”

– Raoul Vaneigem, The Book of Pleasures

are we the dead shuffling faceless?
an aimless mass of corpses awaiting a not so distant end?
numb to pleasure
numb to pain
overwhelmed by our surroundings and the traps we have laid?

to protect ignorance from arrogance we carve this skin of stone
and as the weights of cast and character layer with the years
we drown at the convergence of rivers poisoned by this world

each second I let slip by
every feeling I sacrifice
the emotions which I deny
drag me down into the depths