If ideas are perfection incarnate, then art is the expression of this perfection within imperfect mediums. Reality, so consummately restrictive, is the destruction of our desired perfection.

So let us either destroy this reality, or separate ourselves from it. Lingering here will not do.

The next 2 years will be the most painful of all ( Read more... )

make it go away
make it go away
please make it go away....

i'm sorry...
i've been very bad...
please stop...
i'll behave now, master...
please...

this is terrible.
a disease so terrible even the most torrid fuck will not cure it.
God made me this way? damn it. a captive of my genes.
born to crave, consume and crave again.

If the world be so contaminated, let this crime stain my contemptuous heart corrupt. Better a heart that delights in wrong, than an empty cavern where the righted heart once stayed ( Read more... )

why do i want so much when i seem to deserve so little?
why do i have so much when i want so little of it?

you, i spent years writing about, now you're gone.
but in your place is someone else cut from the same cloth as you.
the circle begins again, the flaying draws new blood.

the skin, the center will not holdundisclosed desires, they can't stay inside ( Read more... )

broken, bruised, forgotten, sore
too fucked up to care anymore

poisoned to my rotten core
too fucked up to care anymore

this world is a vacuum that sucked out my soul and left me holding on to what i think is comfort. for fear of the evil in this world, i stay in my cocoon and behave like the enslaved, only without the actual chains ( Read more... )

all my pain to live inside my karma|face