this electro-pop sizzles and crunches to this oh so expected beat. synths quietly screeching in the background obscured by female vocals. it pulses through me and while I want to move I am nailed down. crucified on the floor. above the dirt and under the influence. better than the reverse?
over the boxes there are boxes and bags full of my life though much has been trashed and left behind forever I'm so fucking tired of working this hard. man I get so sick of this shit sometimes.