human consumption is a disease of the mind.
→ old prompt i never finished &decided to just post now.
prompt#001b: japanesezombie.
the cigarettes are stale but reita just remains in his seat, soaking up the smoke and the aftermath of rukis hearty to healthy straylight &damage. he watches him quietly from the couch in their moment of silence while basking in a stone demeanor meant only for statues and birds, overthinking what it meant to be here behind this stage and waiting the day away because somehow we'd managed to get into some kind of disagreement and im sick of putting cement into my hair while you tell me its not worth it and we shouldnt even have to bother. the hat you hide behind is nothing less than that barrier you put up in the form of hairspray too alcoholic for the nation and it drowns them while drawing them closer.
if this ever had an end, i could see myself settling down and wondering what kind of life i would have after growing old, and what ever happened to my youth of being here.
after a few seconds of telling himself not to think about it, he stands up and heads out the door; it shuts instead of slams and the table scrapes its legs across the floor in a muffled screech from behind the walls as the bassist lets his weight fall back against the edge of it. hes resigned to taking time for himself because time is the only thing a person has when they already have the world-- what more could you want vs anything i can get &sometimes he wonders if there ever will come a time when they didnt have to wear masks of makeup and fake smiles when nothing was really all right
"you're childish" &there it had ended on a bad note with a terrible taste lingering behind in his mouth as sour as wine with a hint of whiskey less the impact of reality and knocking you out of your teeth.
i hate the way that you--
my mind is suffocating and sometimes its a little too much knowing that you dont have to care because i dont and i know we should be equal but i cant help being a little selfish either. said you would quit but i just dont know how to quit you &its a line out of a movie that weve all known and come to love but you just cant deny that shit when its happening right before your eyes and rotting straight out through your tongue like an excretion of pleasure foamed over in a selfinflicted pain
we dont have anything.
--and yet i
"love is a thing of the past, makebelieve and meant only for girls with lost futures"
theres an impact of selfexplanitory silent decisions that have made themselves clear, and reita crosses his arms with a twitch of his nose. he sniffs because its manly, and targets his eyes to the floor, because he cant look at anyone else even if no ones there.
"im sorry, i just wanted to believe."
prompt#001b: japanesezombie.
the cigarettes are stale but reita just remains in his seat, soaking up the smoke and the aftermath of rukis hearty to healthy straylight &damage. he watches him quietly from the couch in their moment of silence while basking in a stone demeanor meant only for statues and birds, overthinking what it meant to be here behind this stage and waiting the day away because somehow we'd managed to get into some kind of disagreement and im sick of putting cement into my hair while you tell me its not worth it and we shouldnt even have to bother. the hat you hide behind is nothing less than that barrier you put up in the form of hairspray too alcoholic for the nation and it drowns them while drawing them closer.
if this ever had an end, i could see myself settling down and wondering what kind of life i would have after growing old, and what ever happened to my youth of being here.
after a few seconds of telling himself not to think about it, he stands up and heads out the door; it shuts instead of slams and the table scrapes its legs across the floor in a muffled screech from behind the walls as the bassist lets his weight fall back against the edge of it. hes resigned to taking time for himself because time is the only thing a person has when they already have the world-- what more could you want vs anything i can get &sometimes he wonders if there ever will come a time when they didnt have to wear masks of makeup and fake smiles when nothing was really all right
"you're childish" &there it had ended on a bad note with a terrible taste lingering behind in his mouth as sour as wine with a hint of whiskey less the impact of reality and knocking you out of your teeth.
i hate the way that you--
my mind is suffocating and sometimes its a little too much knowing that you dont have to care because i dont and i know we should be equal but i cant help being a little selfish either. said you would quit but i just dont know how to quit you &its a line out of a movie that weve all known and come to love but you just cant deny that shit when its happening right before your eyes and rotting straight out through your tongue like an excretion of pleasure foamed over in a selfinflicted pain
we dont have anything.
--and yet i
"love is a thing of the past, makebelieve and meant only for girls with lost futures"
theres an impact of selfexplanitory silent decisions that have made themselves clear, and reita crosses his arms with a twitch of his nose. he sniffs because its manly, and targets his eyes to the floor, because he cant look at anyone else even if no ones there.
"im sorry, i just wanted to believe."