she's like something made of trysts, very malleable
The shadow form is pressed up against the window and letting sunlight streak through its unhinged fingers, dissolving the dark in suicide sunshine.
I’ve simply got to repeat the faction that Danielle gets me only things I really want without knowing it. She tricks me. No one tricks me. I’m so trademark cement. She make s a drill hole in me.
Anyway. I feel like shouting. I feel like stripping off the last layers of daily grime and pretending I care anyway. I focused last night and all I got for my efforts were deteriorating hopes.
A lone piano key depresses and a hammer falls into place, softening the thin paper wrapped around a detuned wire. I get the feeling I’m being watched so I can only strip in reverse motions, trying to avoid detection. If the world rotates around me I get disorientated. I get released from the coil of forward momentum. It’s a motor-cycle-drama of psycho-percept-proportions. Building blocks of life imitate art by finding ways of permitting culture to evolve without anyone noticing. And that’s a fact.
~m
I’ve simply got to repeat the faction that Danielle gets me only things I really want without knowing it. She tricks me. No one tricks me. I’m so trademark cement. She make s a drill hole in me.
Anyway. I feel like shouting. I feel like stripping off the last layers of daily grime and pretending I care anyway. I focused last night and all I got for my efforts were deteriorating hopes.
A lone piano key depresses and a hammer falls into place, softening the thin paper wrapped around a detuned wire. I get the feeling I’m being watched so I can only strip in reverse motions, trying to avoid detection. If the world rotates around me I get disorientated. I get released from the coil of forward momentum. It’s a motor-cycle-drama of psycho-percept-proportions. Building blocks of life imitate art by finding ways of permitting culture to evolve without anyone noticing. And that’s a fact.
~m