an atmosphere so thick you can wade through it. each breath is drawn choking as the moist little molecules overwhelm you, flowing down your throat like a waterfall. heavy and material; unbearable, pushing in from all sides, an inescapable bombardment. with pressure this strong survival seems unlikely.
when your words spill out they are unstoppable, crashing against the breakers like waves enormous, spilling over, washing me away. i really ought to be careful not to get caught, swept under by your daunting intensity, drowned in this sea of emotion.
Just to live life, it's for those late night sounds; the filtered voices of stiffled shouts: indignantly self-congradulatory, endlessly masturbatory. Broken nothings; poster boy depression playing as the genius of tommorow.