when all truth of body is born
into difference and you
constitute the unintelligible.
They make sense to me,
the incessant lies, when
truth flits away with education. But I
am not bitter.
The antithesis in fact.
Sweeter than I’ve ever been. My blood stream
is filtering pineapple chunk
syrup into my cum
to make it taste
nice.
Education for educations sake makes
education for education sake
seem so futile.
How about education for the sake of survival?
For the sake of the will
to live? For the sake of realisation that living
isn't everything,
that though survival might be called an instinct
isn't it more interesting
to question whether
it is fear or hunger that keeps us alive?
not what we must do in order to survive,
not what success is
not what success is not
what success is.
for something other than success
because success is a pain in the arse.
it makes the struggle so retrospective.
retroactive in fact;
actively affecting the struggle to become
an upwards one
instead of what you thought
it was at the time;
just a struggle.
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