One of those days when there was nothing cheesy enough to be blogworthy. But then.. the fingers went on anyway.. dragging their tips.
So what are the things you're intending to place a value upon today? Under's on leave today, and so the vile and vicious Pseudoschizophrenia would have a few words.
Succoured,
Extricated
You're beautiful even
From the toilet looking up.
Vilified,
Vindicated
You're brazen, brilliant
Then - thud, smack.. HEY.
Relative, then
Absolute
You're reduced but still rich
Dwindling via acceptance.
Instant frenzy.
Adamantly atrophying
Stuck on venal gratification
Taboos reexplored.. but HEY!
Constipated attempt to repress the now cackling rogue.
You die!
Weighs you down, doesn't it, when you indulge in vices you run amok and loosen the grip on all morality. Then Guilt and Pity. Gets substantial.
But there's a serious misconception around this. Perfectly justifiable reasons for someone to ostensibly oppose ethicality seldom dull out the crowd's acute appetite to jump toward the deprecation of all sense of goodwill in him. Then they maul any remaining speckle of self-esteem left in the victimised poorthing.
They'd just choose what they want to hear and believe. It's never optimum-level communication. It's disconcerting to see the oodles of utter rubbish people eat nowadays. Which then never gets defecated. Then they spew the remnants out. Caustic and whoa.. wait. Check that out. I'm getting myself out of rancid rantings, now.
Sugar's sweet. So is nicotine.
Forget that.. get me utter rubbish.