Watching from a dimming light

People walk towards me. People walk away from me. People walk side-by-side and forget what it means to have a spine. People barely walk on their own, but do so anyways. Some people attempt to walk with stilts but have never used one before today.

Can’t you, people walking past this lamppost, walk properly around here, or has society made you forget how to do that too?

“Think for yourself”. “Think differently”. We can all talk the talk, but it’s so much harder to walk the walk. When you sit in this preposterous little dump of a city, it’s easy to forget how to walk in free air.

Like you, Ms. I’ve-got-pounds-of-whale-fat-on-my-face. Yeah, I see you everyday strutting your stuff like you’re on top of the world, saying you don’t care about what other people say. Let me lay the lard down somewhere other than your face – you’re doing it for a reason. If someone didn’t preach it to you already, you’re just a copy-cat of someone you wish you were. That’s pathetic. I see past the layers of man-made (emphasis on ‘man’) cocktail on your delicate face and I know you’re beautiful the way you are. You’ve starved your beauty with a face that’s not even yours. You know better than that.

What about you, Mr. I’m-the-world-and-bitches-are-my-slaves. Whether or not you leached one because it needed to shit on your shoes in High Park might be another story, but that thing you call a bitch? Yeah, I’m talking about the unsuspected mother of your unborn son. Let me assure you that she may be leached now, but once she gets out of her cage, you better say your prayers and hope you end up in a higher levels of Dante’s crypt because it could always be worse for people like you. They’re called lions, my dear. Pussy cats are cats now, but they inevitably become the queens of the concrete jungle. Say your prayers, coward. Actually, invest in a bombshell because no god accepts such a worthless addition, and any ‘god’ that does is not worth believing. You’re an atheist? Enjoy praying to the court adjourned for a death sentence.

We’re all worthless alone, but we paint pictures when we stand together. Those who say art is useless acclaim to the notion that humanity is useless. And if humanity is useless, then they are useless, and so is their opinion. All in all, art is the foundation of humanity, because, without it, we’re just thriving mammals trying to fight for prey in the most vicious rampage as possible.

It’s no wonder you all don’t have any bones left.