The media
I... ...hate ...the media... art's disclaimer... visceral burning, and deep pain... A crushing crutch...hate it all...burning... Word salad...in watermelon sugar...disguised in pain...and endless burning... Preach thief...hate hollywood, hatred for movies, hatred for radio. My hatred of all of it. The news. The attention capture. The subtle suggestion...not so subtle suggestions. One giant cult crawling embarrassment of cringe provoking emptiness. My tolerance for a bottomless empty has grown so low. Much lower than it ought to be to get along. To stay here. Hollywood. Hollow world. Hate speech. It's tethered me and tied me in knots of cynical hatred and ache. A painful cynical ache. The disposition a symptom of my disappointment, embarrassment with myself, impotent life, in contrast, in compliment with the endless horde of the 'other', the constant 'other' surrounding me in a kaleidoscope epitomizing sickly sweet plastic breath stench of vampir...