(0155) relationship, regret

city of god. two angels. remember to forget. remember to forget. three broken fingernails and a wasted promise of indifference to movement. common ancestry has no relation to time nor space. paints a picture without color and writes a sentence without meaning. tell me exactly what you think i need to hear because venus is a much too distant planet. but my skin is rotting away anyway. it's way too late to try to reason. it's way too late. infiltrate my mind. infiltrate my soul. go on and let it all spill out if you think that it'll make you whole. because i am barely hanging on to the memories i still have. i know where i'm supposed to go, but i don't know where i am so here's a little note from me to you... go get a new pair of shoes.

(0154) page numbered in context

page numbered in context. stuck in his eyelid.

the pleasure can wait if the bullets draw near. they sold all their possessions to taste of the guilt, but still they're entangled in the threads of disease.

deflowered your progress and filtered out your honesty.
her ashes will rise, and she'll be put to rest. and the hands of denial will strangle your cells, but we'll cast out your demons and send them all back to hell.

breathing out hypocrisy... uninspired empathy. circumvent this surgery... test your tolerance and leave.

(0153) contusion in limbo

my inconsolable destiny was never the first option. pictures lost in a disarray and distant eyes frequently unfocused. see the light. see the overwhelmingly blinding light. is it only fucked up because i say it is? breathe, and you will know. follow this unforeseen punctuation, but you'll forget. walk away, and i'll forget. the innocence of your shame pleads guilty. we wake up and ignore the teething. thoughts are scattered, but i still know exactly where i am. hollowed out. you'll pray to your god, yet you're just a fraction of a fraction of the second that i take to force out my piss. and so, it was written. contusion in limbo, and i'll stomach the rest. bloodstains on the pavement; promised from your lips... a haunting reminder of you. everyone else has been dead since the very beginning of time, and no one even cares.