Mantra of Compassion

OM MANI PEME HUNG

OM MANI PEME HUNG

OM MANI PEME HUNG

I. Quantum Theory

They are ‘the everyone else’ that loves to hurt or

rather be hurt on dim lit streets in warehouse districts of Brooklyn.

We already live in speed driven element, lacking of loving gesture.

We are the epitome of the Humanity, the population and the violence

(Human Papilloma Virus.)

We never meant to depict our lack of vitality,

eventually she did in preserved fearfulness.

As long as its bud, and bowls full of cremated ash,

it was acceptable as long it meant you could be through with her.

We are the deteriorated. We decompose

You positively wanted to see her, dead.

We stand for the deterioration and decomposition of a young starving race

Cremate, cervix; burn baby, burn.

We constantly wonder if omniscent contenders contend in our well-being.

Never.

We stand for the deterioration and decomposition of a young starving decrepit race.

The asshole that gave her cancer.

A second couple of lips opened and then pain.

Pain-pleasure, pain-pleasure.

Generation of aggression and manipulation.

He cut her into pieces of blood I draw from a present boyhood

Boyhood that necessitated to cease.

We polluted her mind with videos and optical illusions of ‘paintings’

Love? What the fuck? He wanted to see her, though.

”We? Love? What the fuck are you doing here?”“If he had loved me, he would have really seen me”

For seven seconds, every night one hundred demons haunted her body.

19 years old, apathetic and stagnant,

and she said, “You need to get tested”

Only continual replies, “what the fuck!?! Here’s to the whore!!”

Accusations from a rock-star 23 years old and

Sado-masochism, bites fearful partakers at 19 Thames.

Scars were the only films they made.

”Here’s to the whore!!” screams throats with too much blame to reason.

We are the epitome of the Humanity, the population and the violence.

He was the immune glorification of godly manhood and selfishness,

While she was struggle, sexy aggression, continuous anger and feverish insomnia.

We are those for whom fearlessness was godliness

Criticizing the serenity of suburbia hipster fucks,

We used to be choking and always meant what our intellectulite told us.

We leaned on the walls of subway stations entwined,

Reckless with our own covetousness,

Or rather hunger for Perfection,

Or to a certain extent hunger for perfecting mutual loneliness.

Always meant what we said, young and dumb.

Older and even dumber, took the choice to feel nothing or feel pain.

We are those who for whom immunity was godliness.

So now she’s just a 14 year old girl, or so he said. I bet she was fat too

”Here’s to the whore!!”

We are the optimal Humanity, the population and the violence

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IV. Random Poem

She needs a ventrilouquist or
needs to learn how to answer
a question. She exhibits symptoms
of pyschosis, echopraxia...
thats whats its called, "repeating reflexively
what is said without thinking."
Maybe she should shut
up and answer questions
by telepathy, but that would out
her as psychotic to everyone.
Presenting your counter offer,
Telling her that "moving
as far away as she can will
change everything." She needs
to believe that she knows better.
Still, she will want
nothing but solitude and you.
She is "paying attention to her inner
workings and pulling back the layers"
Skin Layer by Skin Layer.
By Skin Layer number three
She will conclude that
In acts of selfishness
we tend to ignore what we are
really living for.
Yet, she aims to recoil
considering herself a whore.
How sick and diseased she
says she has become just
for the sake of getting attention,

getting the attention span cut short.
Little did she know.

She replied to the boy, "Do you want this struggle?" Implausible.

III. Part A

"It is a gross and yet a very common error to lower the standard of attainment."

-Ilana Leah

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