"it is necessary to travel. it is not necessary to live." --burroughs.
TRUE - FALSE :
a) i control the universe
b) i AM the universe
c) i have self-control!!!
you see how easily logic is reduced to a quivering mess in the corner, hacking itself up with steak knives & writing bad poetry in its own blood. fortunately i don't ACTUALLY believe any of the above. unfortunately, i don't actually believe ANY of the above. it's all in the inflection, & also the infection, close enough only counts in handgrenades & biological warfare. all's fair in love & gore & i don't trust either further than i can throw it
nothing like sidestepping an apocalypse to get the synapses pretending they're actually packing signal again. had a little meeting with the reanimator who prescribed a little Elsewhere so Elsewhere is Where i am, vague is the new exact keep on drawing blanks when i should be illustrating some real bullets, in living or at least freshly-killed color. move along nothing to see here. seriously, a full serving of nothing, with a side of nothing, & a bottle of nothing to wash it all down. NOTHING--it's what's for dinner! problem-solving only generates more problems let's keep running from them! that is, until it's taken too far & my metaphorical legs get tired, i mean some questions should not be answered but for the rest there's BULLSHIT. sign behind my eyes says this space for rent prospective tenants must have intense appetite for destruction & little to no common sense. who are you & what are you doing in my galaxy, you're not on the guest list. admission is twenty bucks please can i look in your bag & confiscate the contents.
my skin doesn't just crawl it can actually walk. did i fill my head with static or did it all get in while i wasn't paying attention, stealth cement style. can i be blamed for the fact that everyone's psycho molecules bubble up in july, can i, honestly i didn't order this full scale assault on reality i just work with it better than you do! evaporated into the air & you all breathed me sorry there's no more where that came from get your fix somewhere else am seriously leaving one particular geographical hole when opportunity knocks at the one door that doesn't belong to death. opportunity needs to hurry the fuck up & beat me to the punch so i can spike it. i have a train to catch, also a train to crash, i'm a busy girl see
a) i control the universe
b) i AM the universe
c) i have self-control!!!
you see how easily logic is reduced to a quivering mess in the corner, hacking itself up with steak knives & writing bad poetry in its own blood. fortunately i don't ACTUALLY believe any of the above. unfortunately, i don't actually believe ANY of the above. it's all in the inflection, & also the infection, close enough only counts in handgrenades & biological warfare. all's fair in love & gore & i don't trust either further than i can throw it
nothing like sidestepping an apocalypse to get the synapses pretending they're actually packing signal again. had a little meeting with the reanimator who prescribed a little Elsewhere so Elsewhere is Where i am, vague is the new exact keep on drawing blanks when i should be illustrating some real bullets, in living or at least freshly-killed color. move along nothing to see here. seriously, a full serving of nothing, with a side of nothing, & a bottle of nothing to wash it all down. NOTHING--it's what's for dinner! problem-solving only generates more problems let's keep running from them! that is, until it's taken too far & my metaphorical legs get tired, i mean some questions should not be answered but for the rest there's BULLSHIT. sign behind my eyes says this space for rent prospective tenants must have intense appetite for destruction & little to no common sense. who are you & what are you doing in my galaxy, you're not on the guest list. admission is twenty bucks please can i look in your bag & confiscate the contents.
my skin doesn't just crawl it can actually walk. did i fill my head with static or did it all get in while i wasn't paying attention, stealth cement style. can i be blamed for the fact that everyone's psycho molecules bubble up in july, can i, honestly i didn't order this full scale assault on reality i just work with it better than you do! evaporated into the air & you all breathed me sorry there's no more where that came from get your fix somewhere else am seriously leaving one particular geographical hole when opportunity knocks at the one door that doesn't belong to death. opportunity needs to hurry the fuck up & beat me to the punch so i can spike it. i have a train to catch, also a train to crash, i'm a busy girl see