Denied an existence as beautiful and unique snowflakes.
how wonderful, how very post-modern and bound by the concrete realistic
How very tired. How world weary.
Smacking of resignation and bowing low to defeat's shadow.
In being life's victim I am embracing my humanity.
How much vomit must I swallow to embrace failure.
Fuck that.
I deny any assertion that I am not special.
nothing has ever felt that which makes me and
nothing can duplicate that which was or will be mine and
despite all the protestations of the nihilistic automaton that
we made our idiot god in an absence of reasoned faith,
I am a snowflake worthy of the world's outstretched tongue.
catch me