(0167) comparative methods

lines in the ocean just beg to be drawn. but millions of people still think that it's wrong.
up past the sky and out into space. it's all done and over now; there's no point to race.

red spit will follow as you wipe your knees... while baby birds die as they fall from their trees.
simple i know, but you're no longer here. it's all forming in the atmosphere.

blood splattered brightly all over the wall. 20 years old and just starting to crawl
as cats sing their songs and dogs die of thirst, it's all taking shape in the universe.

and she's fucked in the brain and it's doing him in, but it's better than feeding his ego.
(i'm over it.) we're all trying to be sane.

flash my name with sixteen letters, and you'll never forget.
string together these brain fragments and pull the furthest one down the river.
i don't try to make art. i don't even know how. besides, this isn't fucking art.
it's my own excrement. table wiped clean like a clean slate. split in half; talking in pairs. ones and zeros.

this will be the last time we kiss. afterwards, dissolve into sand.

"maybe not for you, but for me... definitely."