Indefensible decline, the black stallions of mind racing through commodities like theft is no crime. You know they didn’t see an identity, you’re just number to a scientific entity but if you don’t keep trying your stars wont be aligning, stop lying, you’re not really dying, you got a one-way ticket to their celebrated zion. Illuminated darkness is a void you can’t avoid, the light will never show you a truth that’s undeployed, don’t be annoyed, don’t be so coy when you’re almost unemployed. You may be part of the anthropocene but you’re also just more maybelline, pointless slop covering the top of what once was a beautiful thing. Twisted and contorted, all missions aborted, writhing with contempt for the colours being sported while simultaneously admitting to the princess being courted, abbreviations get shorted, intellectual shorthand purportedly gets shortened, anxiety gets reported and the universe’s left orbited. Morbid.

I try to cope with my anxiety but the worldwide piety corrupts what’s left to breathe as complacency and the expectation of negation are being transmitted virally. Spiralling, mid-flight piracy, did any of these ideas really come from inside of me? Is symmetry really equal on both sides of the irony? Do you really know anything from only one side of inside of me? Sickness by definition is an affliction of the healthy.

I found the perfect shirt to complement the red in my eyes, I clean up nice when I wear it, what an awful surprise…