I read the first chapter and remembered the
Part in which I was inside my own mind
But then forgot the part in which I died
But then remembered the part in which we all got fried and
By we I mean the collective consciousness of mankind
In which I must say why don't we just say people kind
Because the term man is exclusionary
Yeah we live in a world in which others exist
Such as queer, non-binary and women
And yes they do exist in which I exist
But do I really exist in which I must resist
Kierkegaard and his leaps of faith have cause me to leap
Into a giant lake in which fish exist and
They are not mutually exclusive to other fish
Just like Sisyphus pushing a boulder up a hill
I find that all of the people in the checkout line
Do not understand the platonic forms
And how ironic it is to fulfill their own needs
By maintaining the needs of those they wish to please
I am not scared of bees I just want to walk
In a well landscaped area with only bushes and trees
I feel like a gargoyle perched on a church
Not to be dark and mysterious
I just want to spit on people going into church
I feel like a gargoyle perched on a church
Not to be dark and mysterious
I just want to spit on people going into church
One
Two
Fuck
You
Does the realization of the absurdity
Of life necessarily require suicide?
Does the realization of the absurdity
Of life necessarily require suicide?
Does the realization of the absurdity
Of life necessarily require suicide?
Does the realization of the absurdity
Of life necessarily require suicide?
We meet 9 days a week
Absurdist Anonymous
We meet 9 days a week
Absurdist Anonymous
We meet 9 days a week
Absurdist Anonymous
Me meet 9 days a week
Absurdist Anonymous