Purrty

 

Let’s call this the unofficial theme song for ‘A Jaded Psychodelicide’

Purrty by Vyolet Michaels

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I revel in myself
with the simple phrase “I am.”

in this technicolor climate with city lights that blind so massive
an insidious canopy, puppeteeringĀ the masses with translucent threads made of impassiveness

I’m just another unorthodox soul sending smokescreen signals throughout the land
telling whomever listens that I’m worth a good goddamn

to flaunt one’s irregular imperfections so boldly is considered by many to be the work of dark magic

huduvoodoo

isn’t it tragic? for oppression to be so prominent without any mention of pragmatics?

I’ll keep growing into a galactic primadonna
pirouetting through vibrant nebulae
psych’o’delic wisps of cosmic slop swirling around my ankles
constellations forming from the curls of my fro’
dark matter fluff creating intergalactic diamonds in the rough

Yes I’m made of all of this and more, interestingly enough.

The Banished Ones vs The Aristocratics. I wonder, I wonder, who’s actions are truly more dramatic..?




“I am.”

maybe you too but I’m sure you already knew




thank you.





Notanotherworld

“A taste of a moment where space feels unreal. A slippage of all the unmentionables into a super mini blackhole from an invisible dimension.

This thirst can manifest itself into a wide variety of masquerades and can render an otherwise sound individual into fits of sporadic madness”

Source: Notanotherworld

Notanotherworld

If you hardly know her

& would give her everything

If they’ve been together for a while 

& she still gets random bouquets 

If they look at him like a tall gingerbread 

& would they’d eat every crumb, dipping him in cold milk?

So what? All chances of success are as good as gold.

A dreamer has as much solid ground as a realist, if you ask me.

I’ve seen many a beast in my years and had become several during brief interludes. I know what drives them forth towards crooked paths with unlikely outcomes and hazardous walkways under treacherous conditions just for a taste. A taste of a moment where space feels unreal. A slippage of all the unmentionables into a super mini blackhole from an invisible dimension. 

This thirst can manifest itself into a wide variety of masquerades and can render an otherwise sound individual into fits of sporadic madness.

That right there’s the good stuff.