I miss the way punctuation used to be abused by fragments, how adjectives took turns out of the kindness of their hearts, how nouns used to be punished for their desperation to reproduce. So I have decided to stop thinking all together...
I am flirting with isolation, extreme thoughts of moral degradation, suicidal incapacitation, horrific dares of emotional consolation, senseless wonders of social insubordination. And I am ready to go another round...
A savage disposition Shattering a star studded delusion Existing in brief moments We are stranded in inexplicable babble Flirting with vulgar desperation Chilling sensitivity nibbles on me I'm eating you alive.