Sometimes life feels like a cyclical process of regurgitation
To rid myself of ingested poisons of materialism and toxins of conformity,
force fed to me by this diabolical stepmother of a society,
hellbent on watering us down into tasteless, digestible, synonymous version of ourselves.
Well I would throw up everyday if need be to keep my being lined with originality.
We must continually spew back out truth in the dark so the falsifying masses can feed on our light,
that they too might glow from within, illuminated by the sustenance of bold imagination and sincere creativity.
Inducing a new form of regurgitation,
A positive cycle of message propagation,
A revolution with a recipe…
For self actualization.