she's a lady

A young woman, Society's baby.

Well I intend to milk it for all it's worth, irrationally cry to get what I want, always want for more from Society, but draining his resources.

Changing power structures

subject

chopped up narrativechop ped upnarrative choppe dupnar rative

so much so that i take my knife and throw it against the mirror, mixing my metaphors into pieces

no words

the existing infrastructure into which i was born has molded me mushed. a structureless spineless tube forced against the pavement and ,
upon which ,shattered into a million pieces,
purged of it.
roaming free of existence in the ether.
strangely enough i find this
ironic.

poetry

the most beautiful poem i have ever read:

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