Gustave Deresse
Black Tea Poetry
Published in
2 min readSep 4, 2024

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Train of thought. Garlands and battlefields. No sex in the trenches, I assume. How would I know? Sounds dirty though. Out here, clean water, plus whatever excercise you can get, without that fast-junk if you can. Next level woke includes loving oneself along with everyone else. Who knows where it’ll take you. When wouldn’t you want to find out? Or even, why not? WUB-WUB. Whole worlds — universes — may rise before the bass drops, then it’s anarchy. Mutual collaboration, not all against all. We’re not set up for it. Nature’s poisoned, and fighting us off. It’s illegal to take its side. Swish. Packaged up. I applied for an education which may lead to qualification for planting trees somewhere. The forest, a great love of mine. The world’s changing, and green will become popular again. How unfortunate that it’s taking so much time. If Ynvisible chose to manufacture all of their products from recycled PET plastics only, I’d be more excited to advertise. Not that I think they want the general crowd in on the deal. How neat. On this platform, not always, only for the moment, maybe a long prolonged moment, I’m unmotivated. This was my own fault first. Drama. Now I read elsewhere to learn, and on a personal level, I don’t know who to trust. Who’s real, who’s in love, or simply vying for reads? Your engagement, meaninful to me, may still be judged harshly. So again, just drink your water, get your exercise, in whatever form that means for you, and stay the FUCK away from fast-food. Don’t believe the marketing. YOU’ll FIND WAYS TO ENJOY LIFE WITHOUT IT. The creative and logical part of the mind, this is what makes you human. Otherwise, you’re an animal. WE are animals. Make exceptions as you will, if you think you can afford it, but especially go easy on your loved ones who might struggle with this more than you do— just give it your best.

There’s not much more I need to express. Needless insults and attacks should remain inside thoughts, marked for the trash. The impulse will be processed as I dream. I love you dearly. This piece is free. Take care.

Sincerely,

G

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Gustave Deresse
Black Tea Poetry

I've lost who I am; writing might help figure it out. ☕✨ Contact: 📧 gderesse@proton.me