LanguidLiger

Foul language!. This piece is a little self indulgent, but Im sure the anger purveyed will be easy to relate to. Meditate on your self-held ideals.

This is just a short meditation on the difference between the social persona, and the conscious stream, the way we try to control what others feel.

A brief message to subborn cultural luddites

Death is a constant. Not just the death of individuals.

This is a rambling bit, reviewing a few recent issues. Rambling specifically would describe it. The continuous form, or lack there-of is purposeful.

Sorry for the cringe worthy title. I just had to ok. Anyways this is about viewing some of the wolds most terrifying predators that see humans as prey

READ TO AVOIID CONFUSION: okay, this poem includes some inproper grammer. Sorry but I kust felt that it would work best that way. And it rambles. (:|)

The past has weight. Its what spooks us and has looking for alternatives. Change has yet to be possitive.

Social anxiety can implicate many things. But not on its own.

We are all narcissists. Some of us just needed to lose the face to the name.

The promise of a climax is what keeps our many passions burning. Do you really want to be smutted out?

Humans are not an endangered species. We dont need protection, we need trust.

Transparency is important in daily life. We are so afraid of offending one another that we will never be able to adress moral issues.

This is a poem from a much duller time. When you dont see your dream, sometimes the next best thing comes to the fore. Infamy, malevolence.

It is frustrating how our inability to commhnucate can keep things from us. Restrictions can be established based on one persons beleifs.

This is a tried and tested simile that can be applied to modernist radicalization of the self, as applied to others, or to humanitys time span.