i am i am not

i peel open another bottle of questionable complexity peel back the jagged lable of my rage and tear at its blistering trademarked humanity i'm coming down off the eternal cunt-zero wimpering plasma still unplugged and cleanhanded i am the praxis the hustle the prodigy the myopia of centuries hurled into the protocol of covention the hallucination the manipulation the expectation i am the prototype disgorged by gaping harpy that swallows anima and feeds its afterbirth to vultures and cons who disassemble rape drifting to abyss my termination will conceed my subtefuge i'll go spent into the eternal consequence packing explosives spewing rank immaculates while screaming for conceptual silence making unreasonable demands of infinity there is no real purpose so i bide my time in the repression drinking circles of geometry tipped on the verge of resolve