Darwin Jr is dead. Yet his words shall live on.

WOMB

Blues

I feel crushed when I see her smiling in pictures with him
it’s this conflicting paradox of emotion
on one hand I’m happy that she’s happy
on the other I’m devastated it’s not me that makes her happy

I go through days or weeks of not seeing/hearing anything about her
then every now and again either she’ll pop up in a photo
or someone will tag her name in something
and I get the blues

It makes me wonder sometimes if she gets the same thing
if she sees me in a picture or if a tune reminds her of me
does it make her sit down and go “Justin Loved this”
i dunno

Should I hope that it does?
my heart screams at me to hope that it does
in fact it tells me that if it happens to me it happens to her!
yet
my mind says, no it doesn’t
she can’t stand you
she completely wiped out any contact you could have with her
in order for her to move on and get with this other guy
who’s probably really nice
and has money
and a car
and can do everything better than me 

dress up time blud, ye get me?

It’s not time yet

WOMB 

My ex’s boyfriend pops up on my news feed from time to time. Today, I’m scrolling down and i notice that 1) he’s never heard of lil silva before and 2) he thinks lucid bass is a real thing that is built into speakers. 

what a dick  

letter for humans

There’s something about being in a bar full of aliens
that makes you wonder why humans never believed in UFO’s
humans
always believing that they were significant
that they were the only ones
the only reason other lifeforms didn’t bother with us
was because of how brilliantly primitive we were
humans
we were still having wars
even in the year 3023
you’d have thought we would have progressed by then
technology progressed
but we let too many meaningless things flourish
the important things like science and medicine, education
just didn’t get the right attention
not like the entertainment industry
and fashion
I mean heck even the arts got completely stamped out by 2067
people decided it was meaningless
when in reality it was what chronicled our societies cultures
the times man!
but humans
they never understood
it’s so weird 
we had so much potential

Now that I’ve seen the universe I know what the rest of space holds dear
their “celebrities” are the wise ones
the ones who see further than they can
the ones who help them progress spiritually
I mean obviously, there are still primitive planets like ours
but they soon forget war and killing
once they turn to their elders and see how much pain it caused
i think maybe 
its just because they can grasp what it is to learn from mistakes
and take logical, reasonable steps to assure things like that just don’t happen again
I’ve been to planets with virtually no technology at all
and met some of the most radically forward thinking beings in the cosmos

their ideas of preserving life and nature
peace and justice
were never too far removed from our own
they just bothered to actually put it into practice

Don’t get me wrong it’s not all perfect
I’ve been to some systems that have some colonies like ours
warring, fighting
unrest
its because they have the mindset that everyone is different
now, in sentiment everyone and every being is different and individual
yet, when we acquire etherael sentience we become the same
we all need to be treated the same
we need to love
be loved
care
pursue our talents
be taught what it is to live
taught what it is to think
most “aliens” do not perceive outward physical shells as the person
they see only a package that contains

you
 
So even in a lot of places where different species co-exist,  
because of this universal comprehension that is taught
most interactions only end up becoming beneficial
they become learning activities
as they know that your insights or your culture could hold a philosophy
or a method of living
that they never would have dreamed of before
and the same works in the opposite direction 

I just wish humans had worked this out
before our planet was destroyed
it seems so obvious now I’m here

I mean if we could have mastered space travel
we could have learnt so much
we could have developed to the point of being god’s
well, what we perceived as god’s

out here
that shit’s kind of normal

I’m writing this of course because, you told me about those rumors of a human colony
(although it has turned somewhat into a lament, I haven’t thought about humans in a long time)
If you do know of a colony please send me the co-ordinates
I’d like to see some of my own kind
It’s been so long
I’d like to teach them, and maybe, just maybe
We could achieve the potential I talked about earlier

I just hope it’s not a myth

yours, with much sincerity and hope

T.I.M 

P.S I hope to see you soon.  

on a liking spree

black sheep

looming is the womb
darwin’s tomb consumes his corpse
thoughtless thoughts congeal
into
something
real
but he no longer feels ready
his body is temporary
his spirit is not
it joins the flocks of black sheep
deep in the cosmos
the pastures grow
but with no Shepard
the heard cannot return to the nexus of life

they wander freely
individually
manipulate the scenarios
causing less pain and sorrow than most
the throw their gross misconduct of emotions
into the sky
and it turns blue
the truest of the true scream their emotions into the blue
most don’t know who they are
because they keep their scars well hidden
while they tend to yours

the black sheep live in the deep
never learnt to sleep
they reach out but are constantly rejected
never really respected until they are dead

the womb looms
hanging over every one of us
while we’re cutting rugs on dancefloors
dropping MD in student halls
pre-drinking
pre-non-thinking
pre-inebriated  
pre- crying out on the cobblestone floors
for it all to stop

the black sheep freeze their souls in ice-burghs
while they try and decipher
why their life turned out this way
unlike the normals soul decay
theirs wither away
because every chance it has to replenish itself
their giving away their health
and giving away their wealth to become richer

they comprehend more than mortal men
sons and daughters of the thoughtless generation
take their manifestations of black sheep

yet

although their visage is dark, it is deceiving 
inside they shine so bright the light is blinding 
its brilliance is the equivalent of millions of diamonds 
mighty, their souls stand as tall as mountains
profound sounds of angelic trumpets
follow them wherever they go




and deep down everybody knows it

because every time they had a chance to shine, they showed it

never even knowing that

humanity was not prepared for such intrinsic beauty

snat love

mixed up
mash up
fucked up
on ketchup
red blood pumping
thumping against the rib cage
can’t act the age that’s been delegated 
can’t stand to see themselves naked

berated
feeling futile
meanwhile
exile
feels like being skinned alive

there is always a second time to feel
need to feel
positive

please connan mockasin
turn me into the snat again