Welcome to the funeral : Intro

Time : 2:24
Date : Tuesday
Location : Bedroom of hieroglyph

The Quote unquote artist

Tonight , it was like all nights really. The quote unquote artist watched Netflix , a floor of food and a mind that proceeded to nag his every emotion.

The day was long for the quote unquote artist , a wrestle really. A constant battle of holding all emotion from the world , yet your eyes don't lie , well they do , it's just , they sparkle death like a fat kid licks his lip for ice cream.

The artist laid on his bed , thought in head and question at hand. Do I kill myself ? Can I kill myself ? Should I have a drink ?

Then as all thoughts appear , they seem to just disappear, as if their mere presence was and is only to nag you to f*****g death.

See , you see. The quote unquote artist never found peace of mind , but he searched. He looked in a bottle. He looked in the medicine cabinet. He looked between her legs. S**t. He looked for it in death. Yet , life had a bigger purpose ...

Not.

See. You see. People like to tell others the pain will fade , things will get better and life will blossom , as if life was a delicate f*****g rose.

Truth ?

F**k life , the world and most of the people taking up the plants oxygen. Ironically though , the artist at hand , desperately needed the attention and validation , but could not accept it ... because how could a sick , twisted , sadistic masochist be kind at heart.

See , you see. The night , the day and the hours were merely like all nights , days and hours. They just dragged on. They just lead the quote unquote artist to the same destination. Death.

Now , you see. Don't you ? I mean , don't you see ?

See , you don't see it. You might be nodding , arguing with the artist , battling your inner thoughts , berating the writing as if it was a lower being , but the truth ?

You don't get it. You don't see it. You are still looking in the wrong place. Yet , the artist knew. He knew one day the world would turn and he would fall off its axis.

But , the sad part has yet to come. The ending has yet to be told.

But.

The reader , the viewer and the quote unquote artist knew.

That death was all the artist wanted , but success , fame and strength was what he needed.

Until next time

- The quote unquote artist
TDT