ONWARD

a red one:

skulls on skulls on skulls.
this guy seems happier than maybe he should be.
that's nice.
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roller-coastering.
that's a thing.
now, for the record- i don't like roller coasters.
...and yet i find myself on one more often than i'd have ever expected.
ok, ok, to be fair: it's an emotional one;
but still, there are a lot of slow builds, and quick plunges,
and gut-wrenching loops, twists, and scares.
i'm really not feelin' it.
but i've still got a LOT of feels...
i never expect anything to be easy.
that's the truth.
the harsh words, harder thoughts, ugly half-truths and the doomsday preppin'
that come from some of my late night talks, however,
aren't just hard.
they're damned near impossible to navigate.
and i find myself on a roller coaster where the only way to reach the finish line
is to travel out-of-body, and bury all your feelings in the gyroscopic center
of your heart and/or mind, so that they stay upright in the maelstrom
of immovable objects and subjective ideology colliding
with unstoppable force and forceful forcefields of will(power) and won't-power.
agreeing to disagree is NOT an option, it seems.
and while there's more than one way to ride a roller coaster,
my preferred method is simply NOT to.
call me a conscientious objector, or an objectivist obstacle to selflessness,
or anything else you want to-
but when you're done,
maybe listen to 10am gare du nord, by y'boi keaton 'the recluse' henson,
and that might give voice to the deep dark spots down in that armored core
i keep the rest of me concealed inside.
or not.
i'm not the boss of you or anyone else for that matter.
i'll just paint more skulls or whatever, and span time the best i can.
it's fine;
never quiet, never soft.....