Tag: Thoughts

Friend – 30.04.2026

Her temperament is such that she recognises your stress and your inability to protect.

Of course, she will smile and send you positive words of affirmation. 

She has found peace, as our universe holds her up. She has found justice, having witnessed your demise, and it is a source of comfort to her mind.

She appreciates you showing her the true nature of a liar. 

Her prayers are being listened to, as it is only fair.

‘My friend, may your putrid soul burn through everything you value in life. May your tongue fall fast. May your substance rot and your lies curve and wrap you tightly. May your deceit eat through your passions, and your years shrivel up. Amen.’ 

Virality – 26.04.2026

Real ones will ask me for clarification.

The drama dogs will demonise my character and act shocked by the rumours they’ve heard.

It’s almost as if they’ve not been granted access to my inner thoughts and provided greater insight into human behaviour. Instead, they ride hard and raw on the tongue of the vocalised, manipulated versions of facts. 

May the fools be removed from my space.

May the innocent souls portrayed be highlighted.

May the man who wants more gifts post-celebration see his eyes turn a snotty green before he cries bile. 

Rest in peace to a friendship that died due to conversations in confidence, translated to create chaos and not factually correct.

For the mouth that channelled spores across the shared area, I hope you experience true pain and suffering—remnants of your contamination. 

Dame Unique

March 19, 2025

‘Advice is for the weak and I’m in profit.

At the top of this tree, I sit, and no one will clock it. Day by day, I grow and swell; I understand where you stand and how deceit bloats common minds.

I’m not defined by my words, but inflation steals my time.’

DR. UNIQUE

Pockets – 19.09.2024

Every time you have the time and space to improve, you do nothing.

I hint as I speak, I highlight with red rings of fire. Yet you sit back and act like a bitch. 

Stomp your feet and throw yourself onto a bed of floral, fresh memory foam, and you peek before your soft landing.

You pluck out yet another appeasement and sprinkle it around me, hoping it remains as effective as the last dose.

You forget that all things have an expiry date, even plastic degrades, eventually.

I could draw a map daily, provide a flashlight and, of course, sustenance, and guide you myself, but you’d get lost again. I’d forever state how lucky you were to end up exactly where you started.

It’s a miracle.

Bless my soul for believing in you. 

These days, I don’t even get my hiking boots on. I sit in a cosy chair, sip hot chocolate and catch up with EastEnders. There simply isn’t time to volunteer anymore.

Crybaby – 07.09.2024

‘That’s not fair!’

‘What about life, is?’

You are there as a suppressant. I listen, I ingest, I digest.

My limbs aren’t getting me out of bed.

My eyes keep filling with tears and releasing streams down my face. My lips part, but my vocal cords are stiff.

My brain is screaming at me. Trapped beneath layers of your lies. Your deceit is fueled by my decline, nourished by my fear of growth. Yet you foolishly compare ‘accomplishments’ to credits you will never earn.

Crow shall not hide away.

Crow will not seal his beak.

Crow will never stand down.

Crow is forever.

Unique will not bend and serve.

Unique shall paint with every hue of blue.

Unique will speak through twisted coherence, and those who disobey will lose inexplicably.

Yes, I will console and consider. However, Crow will fly, and my voice will blend into everything.

There’s no escape.

Cry, cry, baby.

Direction

Right now, I feel good. Thank you.

Tomorrow, I’ll feel better.

In an hour, I’ll feel restful and at peace with last weekend’s peril and demise.

I’m thankful for being taught valuable lessons and for confirmation that my spirit is centred and my moral compass is aligned with my purpose.