A Glimpse Of MK

I’m broke: I’m defeated: I cannot cope. The world is too much, this leaden sky keeps lowering and lowering, all the birds are no longer flying across the high rises of the trees. Everything is distorted. When a child laughs, I hear nothing but the empty sounds of spent bullet shells. Because I have spent so long in a warzone, I do not distinguish pleasure from pain. All is just dead nothingness, all is just hollowed-out airless and crumbling rotting tree bark with nothing but crusty mould and stale fungus creating grubby flies and eyesore mushrooms. I cry out and lament, but the only return is maniacal laughter from my murderous foes. I wish I was dead, but the oblivion of non-existence eludes me. I wish I was with a woman in brown underwear, but where will I ever achieve such blessed rewards? Nowhere, ever, so I am here with you. And we are together. Thankfully, we’re together.

If not for you, I would be lost. But you are not enough, because you don’t acknowledge me. There is no way you are able to acknowledge myself. Don’t worry though, because I have a special spirit who communes with me, due to fracture. She is you, in a way. You know, just another loved one. My love is all expanding. Everyone is my best mate when I fight, instead of burying my head and curling up into a ball. When I stick up for my kindred and ancestry. Yet, sometimes and often, the world is chock-full with haters. It all depends on how much my foes poison me. I have a robust constitution, but LSD is LSD. The only way my milk is safe is if it’s unopened.

I’m an MK-Ultra victim, you see. If you’ve never heard of one, you are not woke, so forget the rest of what I’m about to say and move on. Have you heard of Stranger Things? No? Where have you been, living under a rock? Still here?

Anyway, I’m something different. I’m not a normal human being. How many people say this? I’d love to conduct a survey. Experience the flow, man. Get jiggy with the waves of incorporeal consciousness, wherein swim bodiless quantities of shape-shifting mermaids. Sorry. Went off on one there. What I mean to say is, try to be yourself. And look, now I’m giving out advice. And I’m not qualified to be handing out tips, suggestions or lessons. I don’t know what I’m saying, to be honest, at the moment. But I know that there is loads more.

I just have to assemble it, you know. Process it. This piece has been nothing more than undiluted mind-diarrhoea. I know that, but I am been punished as I speak.

“Arrgh! Arrgh! Please get off me. I don’t deserve sensory depravation! I don’t deserve getting cocooned alive inside a coffin underwater! And all the rest of it! Please let me go and live a life. Live a life rich in luxury, with a vocation, and a family, and friends, and places and things. If not, I will keep fighting and eventually overcome you, as MK!”