Not A Son (Spew Version)

Rage is an instinct well kept, passed down from mother mother ,father father, mother and father to son, daughter, they, them , us. Rage is the surname of every living thing it blinds, it binds us together spiraling together our DNA. Rage is telepathic and misanthropic it can survive catastrophic events spreading its essence after all thats left is carelessly consumed and heaven kisses hell. Rage is felt from the moment you exit the mother be it your earthly one or the planet itself…Rage will outlive us all..Rage… Rage is too conscious to be self conscious. Gods fuel the rage . They do it again again and again gods fuel their rage.

You and me in a borrowed world the reason for our anxieties, the tension the underlying impressions the punctured lineage the misinterpretations the low self worth that lines our gut in this borrowed world.

The blood shot sky the smell of burning meat the landslide. Charred trees… running form house to house rummaging through last seasons leaves for a carton of milk or sugar on this night praying to your god asking why did they abandon us to fend and fuck and fight in this borrowed world.

Testosterone will wipe us out while eating ice cream and meatloaf at Mar Lago.

Do we matter at all in the end, do we really matter or are we just matter sitting here waiting to be split by atoms bomb .

Testosterone at its peak performance.

My mom always screamed Lilith should have married Eve

Father Fuck Your …rage

Designless, Desireless, Pointless, Father Fuck Your..rage