the quixotical death rattle mephostopholies
make a mincemeat of pupils
get out of my head
slithering, squirming through an everyday lifecycle. the cataclysmic nectar of our debaucherous thoughts is poured into the world and ended in a single swift heartbeat all because of one man's faliure to see beauty in its truest form. are we living? are we the living dead? wandering around aimlessly. forever. what skin is this? whose life could this possibly be? one thing is for certain. its definately not mine. slaughtering sarcophocous. dive into the dust that our hearts pump into the atmosphere. defiled in this final hour by a cacophonous miasma of debris from the fake wreckage of my soul...
marshal - i love you man
cameron - why arent you here?
luc - i love you too man
kerim - stop playing fooseball with your imaginary friend. it brings tears to my ears.
peace
-Nick
get out of my head
slithering, squirming through an everyday lifecycle. the cataclysmic nectar of our debaucherous thoughts is poured into the world and ended in a single swift heartbeat all because of one man's faliure to see beauty in its truest form. are we living? are we the living dead? wandering around aimlessly. forever. what skin is this? whose life could this possibly be? one thing is for certain. its definately not mine. slaughtering sarcophocous. dive into the dust that our hearts pump into the atmosphere. defiled in this final hour by a cacophonous miasma of debris from the fake wreckage of my soul...
marshal - i love you man
cameron - why arent you here?
luc - i love you too man
kerim - stop playing fooseball with your imaginary friend. it brings tears to my ears.
peace
-Nick