creativity – Temperamentally Tina

Art is lost.

All the food is deadly and the art makes me feel melancholy not because of the subject mattermore so all the chatter. Our bodies are sick and our minds barely tickexpanding mansions built upon fashionsthat make me illas I hand the cashier more money for the till. Art is lost writing on windows after theContinue reading “Art is lost.”

Did you quit?

Any of this is living you’re breathing right? You tried and you failed did you thoughdid you put it all in did you? If you died right now would you die knowing you did you wrote your most you created everythingthat could be plucked out of that little brain of yours did you? Can youContinue reading “Did you quit?”

Creating till it isn’t.

I can’t be anything because it’s all filth and filth I clean. The mold spurs I scrub and I spray and I make it disappear so I can be nothing because I’d clean it I’d rip it up wipe it with a rag burn it offand forget ittill it grows again. Again I’ll clean itContinue reading “Creating till it isn’t.”

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Everything is money.

Everything is money that’s why it’s all so similar the sounds repeated the stories changed in small dosesthe books on the big screen it’s because money is the thing money is the price for our creativity for our growth for our knowledge for our cures for cancer the price is money and it’s slowed usContinue reading “Everything is money.”

A shovel in the holethrowing about the excesstrying to make it largerdigging about they’re going to find it. Pacing in the cell awaiting the final callit’s their choice waiting and pacing. A few holes air, there is airbreathe quick slow it down just a tick. All shook up their hands moving fasta headache setting inContinue reading

Awaiting the darts.

I feel my brain is bogged down by the body that contains itby the society that shapes itby the thoughts that are forced within it as if it’s a boardand the darts are the other words and simply the brain just sits in wait as the words mark their spot and I must accept theContinue reading “Awaiting the darts.”

The Earth is aching.

The Earth is achingbeneath the bodies standing upon it as all the feetand all the pawsdrag across the crust weighing deeper upon the land the Earth begins to crack. Bursting of rage the energy entering minds feeling the despair feeling the rage the bodies begin to break breaking themselves and others losing a sense ofContinue reading “The Earth is aching.”

2D impressions.

A world of eyesleaving 2D impressions.I wonder if they see meand I to them am flatas they’re looking out?Do they feel to be realand I myself imaginary?I’m only a thoughtIn the evening,when it is their nightit is my morningand when I feel awareit’s only a projection of them?Who is real,if I can thinkthen I mustContinue reading “2D impressions.”

A rift.

There was a riftas bodies began to shiftbetween each partthere was no startjust a great expansionof time entering the mansionfrom one corridordown the hall the swaying of a doorand all the bodies began to meshfusing each others fleshand all the moments began to intertwineuntil there was no other moment in time. Thanks for reading. -TemperamentallyContinue reading “A rift.”