Written by Jacob Ibrag
‘I’m alive, I swear on my life.’ I’m
a lie, convincing the powers that be that I’ve
ascended my being human. I stand in the presence of
uncommon scents and dead accents. ‘I’m a human, being
larger than this paradigm. I’ve shifted focus on being
what you’ve always desired.’ I whisper stories and
once they let me in, I’ll enroll them. This is
my final act, ‘buy into these words
and I’ll forever deliver.’
That makes me imagine a writer sitting on a barstool, drunk and angry at the wold, full of self hate for trying to please that world. It makes me think of Bukowski
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“full of self hate for trying to please the world”
exactly
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I love your word plays on “human being” and the way you juxtapose is beautiful!
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Thank you 😀
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Thought provoking.
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Thanks Ali 🙂
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Very Moving, Thanks!
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Thanks Carina 🙂
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I’m always in awe of your literary bounty. Keep it up!
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Thank you very much 🙂
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