fucking pictures

i will be the first to tell you that just because a picture is in black and white, doesn't make it good, doesn't make it right.


and i don't want to write any more. i don't want to write anymore. i don't want to write anymore. i don't want to write anymore.

by the gleam of the failing light i try
to stitch the cross and paint the numbers
but i can't help but feel (i am a tool)
a cog in the "capitalist machine"
unoriginal, no thought beyond color choice -
but that was not my idea to begin with.
i pause, observing the falling snow-
individuals unlike me, for i simply follow
i follow the directions and stay within the lines
i am pathetic - i stand for naught but hypocrisy.




I DON'T WANT TO WRITE ANYMORE!