My ears are ringing with static. The voices around me, dull drones. Lolly-pop sucking sweetness of sentiment- sweet, but with zero calories! Words that will make us FAT, offering no substance- parading around as delicious ( Read more... )

A deep and dark confusion creeps its way over fertile soil ( Read more... )

Everything I always wanted ( Read more... )

Cigarettes burn like a soul roasting on a spit ( Read more... )

And I constructed this fantasy ( Read more... )

An undereducated leap, you might say ( Read more... )

Crusted in time ( Read more... )

To explain everything that has happened from then-to-now would be long winded futility ( Read more... )

A maelstrom in the palm of your hand. Pieces of paper with special images, with special meanings, folded neatly in lace. Seducing you with promises of certainty, or hidden knowledge. Undress them and find out. A maelstrom in the palm of your hand.

Hello body.
You are a subjective thing; Subject to our will and ideas.
Our minds.
Our dirty filthy minds. A mass full of grit and dirt. Eating ourselves just to get an idea. Abusing ourselves just to make it through the day.

Cannibalistic interludes of sacrifice.

Is there beauty in this?