Today today today. What is it about today... Where can I go to play, what can I say?
The man took away the fun. The sun is done. Morning turns inside out and falls apart and kisses the sky. The farewell.
Dust in my eyes. In the cumulous clouds floating so high. I don't want to die.
The sun is undone. A great white bird is floating away. No one cares. No one cares.
Flavor of the month. Give me a lift. The asphalt is hard and smells of death.
terrible terrible terrible things
floating in spurts of black paint and screams
but the ocean does have a bottom!
I give in to my weakness and sleep. Terrible sleep. Waste of life. Morning is broken.
Tell me you stupid fucker do you have a purpose? He says to the mannequin.
Plastic handholds on steel limbs.
Give me a beer and a pizza anyday, he says, he has said, he does not know why he has said it.
Nothing I want to do makes money, he thinks, he has thunk, he doesn't know why he has thunk it.
flavors flavors flavors bittersweet
cooking with shards of glass and steam
No one can steal what he has hidden in his head. No one can replace what he has lost. There is nothing he hasn't lost. There is nothing to lose.
No One Thing
Post-Eclipse (Ego) - *I* will defeat you. I have defeated you. I have always defeated you. I will always defeat you Because I already have.
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