It became reactive inflation of embodied trauma,
a trilogy in the making, cognitive dissonance mask
in years of compounded unheard trauma.
Dwindling in the effect of a masquerade, orgies
and massive consumption of ideologies that fragmented
their souls from years of pharmacological drugs
that promised to eradicate the depression, trauma and
accelerated confusion and a depleted sense of self.
The drawbacks were a windfall of the effect of lies, days
consumed in a therapist chair, telling you are not in the right body, and
never understanding these self-prescribed therapists and pharmacological drugs have altered your perception of reality for your continuous consumption of their aid that never ends and never tells you the hard truth; these medications only suppress your depression and alter your perception of one’s self and life.
An elusive imaginary elevated in a self-inventory at the clinic in which you find yourself wandering after a night of fanatical orgies and ending up with a new plethora of imaginary friends that dance at your new tempo of gender non-conforming songs—at the same time, being celebrated with alteration you make, to disguise your suicidal ideation, which is indicated on the warning label on the pamphlet that comes with your medication.
This is no ordinary love, but the normalization of castration, pretending
to care about your most authentic feelings that they know very well will never be treated with the illusion of self-empowered affirmation will do the trick, but knowing that is all farce.
You are rolling the dice at the expense of your sanity and life. Binge-watching on Tiktok and Instagram on the deception of one’s curated best life after completely mutilating your body like chop liver while telling you it’s okay for a rapist/pedophile or the new improved minor-attracted persons to fall in love with you because they understand you better than anyone.
It’s become a craze of compounded traumas of the new generation that are being used, manipulated, drugged, mutilated, dismembered, and told that children are unnecessary after forgetting to say to them puberty-blockers are not irreversible. It is a damning truth of not realizing they are being sacrificed in the name (you can fill in the blank).
Modernism has succumbed to the walking dead, zombies, confused men and women, crazed feminists, and ivory towers of the (so-called intelligent) that feel that they have been prophesied to save the world with the theories that they wrote and defended, which were unproven methodologies, but deceive people into saying that they have a degree from (fill in the blank), to justify their shiny degree from those universities.
Granted, it’s a shame to say I attended those same institutions: it’s an introspection that I reckon with; I am happy I didn’t fall into the rabbit hole of bullshit and kept myself with hardcore facts, reality, logic, and factual issues, and the not fanatical cesspool of the tropes that have only decapitated the minds of the old school of thought, in which I genuinely respected, learned and honored their brilliance for their critical thinking, cultivation, and innovation.
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