(0141) deconstructing and reconstructing

the colored sky is taking over my mind, and i'm liking it. i'm the only survivor after the accident, but the blood is just too thick. i look under my nailbed for some answers, but all i find is piss and vinegar. i sample something from every plate, but i spit it all out. i'm getting pissed.

i walk from room to room; my mind declines all forms of entertainment. impotence is forthcoming because guitars can only be played for so long. no, guitars can be played forever, but forever is no different from right now - this moment. this moment exists in my consciousness forever. i don't know what time is. time is stealing our souls. our souls are faltering. deconstructing and reconstructing.

i have trouble finishing things that i start. i always want more, more, more, and there's never enough. there's never enough.