I was haunted by the hollow of my hand
What is in it. Why
I was disfigured by the death in my eyes
Who died. Why
I was shattered by the quivering of my soul
How did it happen. Why
I was looking at the curve of my lips
Which way did they go. Why
I sat with myself once
I danced with myself once
I dreamed within myself once
Who was I supposed to be. Why
Sometimes I walk among the living dead
And I die a thousand lives
And when I come back to life
I talk to them and I laugh with them
And I love them and I fall in love with them
And when I turn back to see
I see all these faces
Of people that I do not know
And I don’t know their stories
Yet they have told me everything
And I heard
But I do not know them
They are strangers
And then there is myself
The strangest of them all
For they have seen me
And never loved me
And never fallen in love
And I am a wisp they all love
I am a stranger whom I do not know about
Yes so the inevitable has happened…or more so, begun to happen. Yes. Sarcasm is dying because in simple words, idiots are taking over everything. Including sarcasm. And that is—ironical?
Little girls in pink pony tails will now be seen going on yapping about their Instagram food photos and putting *witty* things as captions and thinking to themselves that this here is the new and somewhat improved example of sarc-wait for it-ass-um!
Silly little insensitive boys will say meaningless things about other meaningless people and challenge themselves into thinking that they are good at something, apart from being total losers and that is sarcasm. Which is apparently so shockingly absurd that one actually starts believing them and THUS ladies and gentlemen–THE DEATH OF THE LITTLE BIRD WITH HARDCORE SHIT CALLED SARCASM.
Let us all mourn the death with tears because c’mon this one is actually sad. Because it entails that with it, cynicism ad humor take the high road. I mean you can not say anything witty to anyone anymore without it fitting into their sad standards. And believe me, they have a sad standard for a reason.
And the things that qualifies as their wit is as pathetic as their delusional wonder worlds.
Yes you may think that i am only being an insensitive meanie. I would otherwise love to prove you wrong. But i wont. Because that is exactly what i feel like being today. After all, why shouldn’t I!!
I only go back to saying what my favorite thing to say is—it is not their fault they exist. Or that their existence is a sad spectacle of irony or sarcasm. Or that it is a *good one the big guy pulled out*. We just have to deal with it.
But you know what we DON’T have to deal with!? The death of sarcasm. When we see these midgets from inside their heads murder sarcasm, we make sure we take a stand. We make sure we do it with style. And attitude. And most of all brutality.
What do you want today and how will you have it? Fresh? Squeezed? Roasted? Shredded? Or baked?
And do you want a takeaway or simply served with a smile?
A smile?? Nope you ask for too much and i have none of that to give. I am not a person who just gives off free hugs. Or serves things with any smile. The only nice thing that i have to offer is a platter of shame…shame for you served with sarcasm and mockery and yes i am a big fan of bitter irony. Only if that irony is aimed at the queer shape of your head.
Only if it points out your mutated face. And it makes you feel like a scum pie. No i am not a nice person. I am a people person yes..but not of the nice kind.
And what do you care..right. But you should. You must be aware that your fickle mind is what is in line here. Do i wear my looks as if i am a weird bozo or wear clothes like that that may intimidate you?
No but i wear my attitude such way.
So what may i do for you today. How do you want your head served. Out in the public or minced..i would go for raw but it is not a good sight.
I don’t know why i am writing all this..but that is the beauty if things. What do you want today??