Splintered Blog 7: Simping for cinder blocks

     A tale not quite as old as time…

     Where common sense is hardly ever relevant, some strange relations may take shape and deign to form a fickle bond that’s mostly based upon inane conflations. Sad and ravaged broken souls project their dreams where no discourse is what it seems and simple signs are less sublime than poorly portioned forms of foregone fallacy.

     Only those beholden to their own diffuse confusion look beyond the shattered surface to believe that what their disconnected yearnings can conceive as more than loosened moorings checked by sordid morals might still prove a fruitful fantasy. All their hopes are pinned on amorous deceits that won’t rescind a fallible conceit unless convinced that all is lost before the option to retreat is sadly gone.

     On the other hand…

    Vexing concrete blocks that ply their hexes almost wantonly are desperate to maintain a fakely welcoming facade, while still deriding from a distance earnest suitors that refuse to be enlightened. As such they choose to use the ruinous renumerations of more personal pursuits while slyly side-stepping their unrepentant usury and veiled contempt for clueless losers plagued by undistilled absurdity. (Let’s face it: there’s plenty of dip-shittery here to go around.)

     Sad to say the hapless sycophants and desperate saps will justify their lame infatuations while beholden to a lonely course reserved for suspect shrews and horny pervs convinced of nothing more than simple thrills and shilling for their coldly vapid vanity. They hope and pray for something more than fractured lives on full display that shamefully contrive to find a fully flaccid mark to fund their disparate delusions.

     Imbued through monetary means their lame liaisons aren’t quite what they seem, yet still performative perversions match their imbecilic offerings with simple-minded machinations ravaged by a suspect form of feigned relations. Sadly though, corrupt conclusions thus undone by veiled delusions undercut a harsh and heartless truth:

     As long as dullards dote and fixate on deceptive charlatans, however sleek, foundational persuasions funding avarice will always find an outlet for the fetid fortunes that they seek.

     And only shattered schlubs will find this shit fulfilling.