You were vomited onto earth

 

 

 

The Earth is poison now.
It is best to not incarnate again onto this "Earth Plane" after this cycle.
Beasts and savages and snake-oil people will control the majority soon.

First of all I need to get the fuck out of New York.
It is unnavigable. It is corrupt past repair and no poetic spree can get into how damaged and unsalvageable it is. 

It's not fun or amusing playing the 'neighborhood curiosity' role anymore split between the college rich and splintered wall between the doped up and violent. 
Some sheath will sog and split to a point where there isn't a severing between both.

The friends here aren't real. They don't have their back 
To want to do anything has been tough. There's no leverage or 'grip' to really take anything and move with it. 
All the transplants are now crime opportunists or just filthy fucking loaded on money. The latter don't have a radar for the humor or style built in that maybe rougher kinds of reference point out. 
They're lost and addled.  On a counteract that leads me lost and directionless because nothing can breathe in to a new function or new format.  
So I have to change or alter my expression to match the local demand, but wouldn't ever do that.

The lack of friends being there other than some smarmy intellectual-bent in-theory psychology bullshit rather than being a man or friend or brother caused a bit of some damage. But defeatism isn't a good definer.  
I'm still pumped in some way with ideas and all. But this place is done, It's shit. And people won't lock in and look and admit the big change in scenery, how corrupt this place is now.
There's no real flame of heart here anymore, just more rip off professionals.
Everyone's bringing their corrupt ways here, too, ontop of this damaged framework already.
Making demands for everybody to change like them.  It's both gentrified and a multitude of idiot's gang turf all at the same time.
I'm not harboring screwing up my own life due to responding to some creature's ill infused random death threats taking a photo of a flier at the state theatre.   

People's brains seem like toast, now, too.  
The collective' haziness' of a kind of mind controlled populace nudges further from reaches to elders or ingenuity. Elders today wear adidas sneakers and have a mini fire inside of some fan fiction and Warner Music Catalogue re-telling of media instilment. 
God Damn New York to hell because it is an epicenter of that handful of states up to the brim with so many anti-life types.
They grew wet from rules and this growing 'Banana Republic' of a nation has gapped away people like myself away from certain gruesometypes who present themselves in paper shadows.

So "Thoth", or the crane bird's neck is damaged and split and torn.
My friends were little pussies who when things get hard for others, but is fine for themselves,
they didn't give a damn. 

There's no better place to walk around feeling lost or where established and playful, good and moving ideas can be born than this ugly and dead little fucking city.  For collegiate and intellectuals and such a college based group, or the 'down to earth' types they seem as soulless, unbefriending and ugly at the heart as everything their banners make such a broad depth of imprint to fly against.