Tuesday, May 6, 2014


I am an architect,
Degrees at which the lens stands don't subject.
I am the sculpture,
They feed their intuition, vultures.
My eyes, my nose, my hair, bones,
Without completion, soldiers stand alone. 
Shield yourself with a cheesy lyric quote
As they bombard you with the heavy load
Of praise like God
To which you bow and thank The Lord
For granting you the knowledge that at 5 o'clock 
Instagram is crowded with the feeding stock. 
So feed them as they feed you.
And nurture in yourself a sense of pride and shame.
You're a sheep with most fur yet a sheep. 
We are the tragic heroes of this social game.

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