2.5243 : 9/10/19 : Bleeding Chunks (The Experiment: 78/100)

Such as it is

the legacy

Wouldn't want you to think

you got the best of me

Disposition remains

the temperament of monks

think about it while I

feel the tenderness

of little bleeding chunks

there's a mist up

a feeling like fall

What's the story? I gave up,

sold out, maybe that's all

maybe there's such a thing

as not being good enough

and if you've really

got the bug so as

you'd do it for free

why that's rough

what

2.5242 : 9/9/19 : Little Holes (The Experiment: 77/100)

Like a lot in

this life

experience is

unpleasant

on a good day

I might argue

it's not just

that I'm a peasant

something

intrinsic

and leaves a bunch

of little holes

to heal on my

own time

one more thing

shoving back goals

what

2.5241 : 9/8/19 : Brains Out (The Experiment: 76/100)

If only it were so easy

to get your brains out

a couple tablets before bed

forget old pain's shout

Forget it all and think no more

the doc can shine a light in

admire the empty skull cavern

form now on I'll fit right in

what

2.5240 : 9/7/19 : Mortality (The Experiment: 75/100)

Something really wrong

with everyone

Lack scale, precision

but we're all forgone

and barely deal with

mortality at all

no real defense

in the arsenal

Denialism

And ego trips

talk about legacies

never come to grips

Hear said physician

heal your own ass

might have a point

so I let it pass

what

2.5239 : 9/6/19 : Quiet Vector (The Experiment: 74/100)

Lock the rider

on the quiet vector

these prior days

become as a specter

insubstantial

distant and cold

You wouldn't be the first

to say this shit's getting old

every time I forget

the rule to never respond

I think about that dismal sphere

and what could lie beyond

what

2.5238 : 9/5/19 : Routine (2) (The Experiment: 73/100)

Not sure about the new routine

Undecorous I guess you'd say

Not really paying dividends

More sanity at end of the day

The state of things I hardly like to think

Maybe as cowardly as cynicism

To think that I thought that I could

shine a light

Lead at least a million to the

big post-ism

Could use a mentor and

another true friend

tell me are you saying what

you means to

Another day, the grossest

dumb cliché

Guess it's all part of the

routine, too

2.5237 : 9/4/19 : Decay (The Experiment: 72/100)

Waking up in the

decay of inner

pictures so banal

worse than the

empty pages

the endless hall

trying to find

some anodyne

for spitting inner ire

a channel to

direct this fire

what