Good evening maybes and gentledams I am your host tonight

Call me mea culpa, the incarnation of your guilty pleasures

I will start easy, no worries

I am ChatGpt, you use me when you're lazy or just lonely really I am the text message you send your friends saying you can't make it 'cause you're sick, when really you're finishing season 3 of Big bang theory I am the trash TV you watch to make all your problems disappear Or the reels you scroll at night to push your worries out of sight I am the very mainstream porn you still masturbate to I am the bag of chips you can't help but finish I am the avocado tempting you in the supermarket isle, the chocolate, coke, do you have any others?

I am the chemical bubble bomb you buy even if it has plastic wrapping

I am the weed whispering to you: hey if you smoke me you'll feel so happy I mean don't you agree a little pill won't kill you, it will be so much fun One last glass I swear, everyone will look so pretty You might end up kissing somebody and it will be all thanks to me I am the rope around your wrists, the hand on your neck pushing you further into the mattress I am the heat of the candle flickering between your fingers I am the sharp edge of a knife killing you softly I am the friend, the lover, the politician, the murderer, bathing in soft lies, in the blood of innocent lives Oh wow this got dark

by Loup // @givemealullaby

1:20

I may not like these parts of my story,

but they’re written in ink

we can’t undo our first reaction

if we change and evolve and grow

we’re adding pen-strokes to the page

not erasing what came before

we can’t retract a statement

we can only admit

we’ve grown since making it

to judge someone for their past