From birth, our bodies begin rotting on the vines, Makeup masks our ruin; clothes shroud crumbling shrines, Enough seats for us, our grief, and ghostly diners, Clay dolls shaped by less intelligent designers;
Gorge while we can, is what the void inside us tells, Teeth grind charred swine, desperate to stuff hollow shells, Too lost to gauge each other’s decomposition, Doll cracked maliced lips chitchat in competition;
Starved, we crave the feast, each other’s incompleteness, Clay clings to fear’s wrinkles, exposing raw weakness, A mask slips, the vultures dive on the roadkill eats, Eyes glimmering in hope of lacerated treats;
Enraptured, we unravel, cherubic and sweet, Guilt claws our full guts, choking undigested meat, Regret gnaws sweet scraps in this hostile carcass, We lick our plates clean to disguise our darkness;
Eat away our germinating cancerous shame, The charade that glues us whole, this fresh tumoured claim, Why are we starving for each other’s misery? To spoil the scraps of goodness; call it victory;
Aroused by the rotting, vultures peck at each corpse, Prey and feed until there’s nothing left on their forks, Stacking up our stinking shells in the smoke-soaked trash, Our bellies bloated where nibbling maggots thrash.
A little rundown. I slept a little earlier than usual and when Tigger woke us up at 5am, crying with the sunlight, I reset my alarm to skip my exercise.
When I woke I was still sleepy and soon realised I had stuffy nose and a little sore throat. I think it is from the air pollution but I’m hoping it doesn’t turn into a cold.
I think the air pollution is also contributing to the tiredness as it perhaps inhibits enough oxygen intake and though not noticeable as the day goes by it could be having that effect.
Today I’m grateful for:
The little story I wrote below about Ozone and friends.
The best thing about today was:
The good mood of the students that were at school and then the four hour break I was able to take between classes to do some reading, writing, studying and thinking.
Something I learned today?
Whilst watching the video yesterday about RipX DAW there was mention of AI music makers so I’m giving one a go right now, Suno.ai.
The ‘punk’ option is generic pop punk which I could guess at. Trying to see if I can get anything weird out of it next.
Hmm – nope. But I don’t think that is all the fault of the AI but me not knowing how to use the prompt correctly to get what I want.
I may try again later. I also may not….
Review your acts, and then for vile deeds chide yourself, for good be glad. — Discourses 3.10
BB ran up to me this morning saying ‘Help me, help me’ and she pulled down her mask to show half an earring sticking out from her nose! She wanted me to push it in for her!
I gave it a little push but couldn’t stand to think that I was causing her pain so told her to keep trying by herself. I tried to find a needle for her later but to no avail.
She eventually gave up and decided to go to the shop to get it done. Probably for the best!
Monkey girl Sarah was playing with Ozone’s wallet so I held out my hand and Sarah gave me all the notes folded up in there. Then she unzipped the coin section and I held my hand again and she handed me all the coins. Ozone was watching all this but didn’t complain too much, until I left with all her money in my pocket.
I went back to my classroom and Sarah appeared a couple of minutes later trying to get the money back but I sat down and held my hands over my pockets. They begged and tickled and fought with me but I wouldn’t give the money back. Eventually I agreed to go back and hand the money back to Ozone directly.
She was sitting in her classroom talking with her friend and I jokingly told her that I already gave the money to Sarah. Sarah screamed that I was lying and we all laughed as I pulled out the money and handed it back.
Afterwards, I was thinking about this little game and realised that Ozone, Sarah and all feel that they can trust me. They know that it is just a game and that everything will turn out right.
Sarah took this picture yesterday and this is another monkey in her class, Praewa. Praewa came to my grade 7 class today to be with her boyfriend and it occurred to me that KanomBang from that class is a younger version of Praewa. She is a little more restrained but playful in a fun way and comfortable to play with me.
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