It's the story of a man
consumed with wrath
against an abandoning mother
who likes to look at
other peoples memories,
ideas, and dreams. It's
invasive despicable and
he knows it. Yet he continues.
He strikes keyboard keys
on a daily basis, staring
at heartbeat monitors
and peaks at his clients
minds when he gets home
to his shithole apartment.
A failed med student is
his boss, a chatty single
mother, his co-worker, and
the one neighbor he has
he knows only from a
misplaced piece of mail.
On an ordinary Monday,
a new guy comes in to
visualize an idea, but
when our man sees this
idea is to perpetuate an
act of violence against
the most beloved man in
the world, he has to fight
with something he's never
had to confront before,
his conscience.
From poems, to short stories, from rants to reviews, from shit to polish, this is the un-edited thought flowing blog so drink up, and be semi-entertained.
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