Blurb – Bass Bastard

Editorial Note

bassbastard — Fri, 01 May 2026 03:19:09 +0000

I decided today to post a ton of shit that I had been holding onto. Things I was not certain that I should share.

So… if you read the things today, they represent a long time period of collected random thoughts.

Loss

bassbastard — Fri, 01 May 2026 03:11:32 +0000

The ghost of you keeps drawing me like a severed limb
Stumbling when stepping down on what I could depend
Severed ties like ragged nerves Raw electric agony
Each day I find a new one, and this seems to never end

Fertile Mind

bassbastard — Fri, 01 May 2026 03:05:37 +0000

If you were to ask about the shits I give
There wouldn’t be enough for a fly to live
Not a molecule of the detritus
That comes from deep inside us

Nothing could initiate a quark of gravity
To pull that metaphor from in the cavity
Deep in the nether regions of my mind
When you climb deep within and hope to find

A reason for me to judge the life another man lives
If his life is based on the consent he both asks and gives
To oppress my stranger, that’s an unknown brother
Just to impress the false morality of another

My way, my life.

…not yours

Hallucinate

bassbastard — Fri, 01 May 2026 02:55:24 +0000

The words you say create images in my head until I hallucinate about the things you’ve said
Flesh vibrating regularly from the wind in the membrane sacks
past unbound muscle and collagen pockets that like to flap
Some grunting non-committal from behind the noise-making orifice
Ends the cacophony of hallucinogenic sound from this ape of avarice

The choices you made are violence; I chose survival.
Your end should not surprise you, as you precipitated its arrival
the colors blend into sound into flavors into tactile susurrations
squeezing the colors out of your melody and accepting invitations

Power

bassbastard — Fri, 01 May 2026 02:53:20 +0000

Power is an illusion that the weak accept for themselves to avoid the agony of change.

Weakness is an illusion the powerful concoct to give the weak an excuse not to act.

Agony is the crucible of the mind and the body that comes with the exercise of change

Power is the core of every free soul who would accept the agony as an everyday fact

Responsibility is both solo and societal to build foundations upon which to thrive

Until the weakest are brought up by the strength of us all then none of us are really alive

Where The Heart Is

bassbastard — Fri, 01 May 2026 01:02:30 +0000

They say home is where the heart is
and with a heart full of hate
It won’t let you expatriate to a higher state