The Conscientious Observer
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I write and record what I observe from life's suffering.
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I try to finish this storyline but these intrusive thoughts man... these intrusive thoughts begin to intervene and drag me back in. I guess some things really don't change and they will live on with us.
Christ above, me being a positive person is something three-years-back me would have never envisioned but here we are.
If you are reading this, I hope you are doing well. A reminder that it's Friday night so be sure you enjoy the part of life that is properly beautiful.
ααα½αα α£ααα α΅ α₯α΅αα α€α α ααα¨α!
The penultimate piece before wrapping up the Conscientious Observer storyline. Featuring the one and only ααα₯.
https://youtu.be/adVhPbcQL2A
The piece that signifies the final lap of the Conscientious Observer storyline is finally out.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you "Yellow and Grey" by Maraki and Kaleb.
Enjoy
https://youtu.be/-PeYLk0Ns1U?si=8FjJQY4Ehn07SkN1
As the end of the 3-year-long Conscientious Observer storyline dawns upon us, I asked this very talented person I'm privileged enough to call my friend to help me out with a body of work and put a dent in this project, and boy did she just do that.
Special thanks to Maraki Wendewosen for listening to something I merely raised as an idea and taking the time, energy and effort to bring this work to life.
I present to you, Maraki and Kaleb " Yellow and Gray" coming real soon.π
The other extremely talented individuals who played major roles in bringing this body of work to reality are:
Nahom Girma - Actor
Nehemeya Wasyhun - Director & camera man
Eyouel Aragaw - Editor & Asssistant director
Demo
Cor vult quod vult
Sed quid si cerebri sectam sequatur?
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I thoroughly corrupted myself
Just to find out I was never made for that shit.
How do we feel about this one folks (ain't nobody prolly seeing it)
https://youtu.be/U7b7i-AY22w
Apathy 3
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ΨΉΩ ΩΩ Ψ°ΩΩΩ
Tolerance
Apathy
Death.
Itβs like it never really happened.
I told myself this chapter wonβt be reopened
But fuck it
Iβm down for one more dance.
I gave myself numerous consolations
space for the grandiose consolidations
of thoughts promised by my pen.
Solace
for all the trials and tribulations
I had faced
For sins I never made
nor committed to.
Iβve warned many
of my defective apathy
that may be
whenever they turn their backs on me.
And lately?
Iβve seen that with my pen and each of your ears.
I resent you, the reader.
Perhaps Iβm irrational,
but I feel enormous disdain towards you.
I feel more betrayed
with the days that pass by
with me
feeling like my whole self
is blown away by the wind
and you failed to be
the anchor that held on to
whatever that remained
of me.
I resent you hard, my reader.
But this is my responsibility
I should have taken it in the first place.
Itβs like Iβm a ghost, being seen through,
to the point even void itself turned its back on me
when I went there,
just for it to knock back at my door
when I disassociated.
But albeit closed, itβll be open to the truth,
and the warmth of the bright sun
that provides hope.
I canβt blame you, reader,
you have your shoes,
as I do mine.
Soon Iβll return to the forest to make amends,
and that may be where this chapter ends.
So, my friend
Hereβs to new beginnings.
Original Lies
Such
Is life.
The rest
are mere details.
I will sell you lies,
youβre supposed to buy into.
I will tell you lies
you are forced to believe in.
Iβll tell you that I,
am the one youβre supposed to be then,
Iβll deny the lies
guised as the truth,
for, after all,
theyβre just,
LIES.
Such is life,
the rest are mere details.
Look into the orange skies,
head to the northern star.
Go there, and then repair,
and make amends,
against the fake friends
that marketed their bad lies.
My original,
lies be so ritualistic,
theyβre in factual precincts
as the epitome of the apostatic
teachings.
Head further to the northern star,
where your emaciated hearts,
get ingratiated by art
that is false and plagiarized.
Truth is, lies sell,
as much as I predicted them,
And honestly?
Fuck it.
Iβve been way too profitable lately.
One of the few things I didn't write as The Observer character and instead as Kaleb.
"When the difference between a murderer and a savior is in the eye of the beholder, will you still be able to see the blood on your hands? "
Happy heavenly birthday, Mekdiye. I'll always have you in my heart. β€οΈ
