(0293) broken arms

i crawled out of a dream and into broken arms. the violinist almost made me lose my voice.
i unstrapped the seatbelt but never died. i looked into her digital eyes.
i asked myself if there was something i was still forgetting inside.

with a pen in your hand, there's no excuse. the insatiable could never be fed.
connect the dots to find your soulmate. play the crossword puzzle and count to eight.
wait for something in the water to get interested and take the bait.

...

the presumption wasn't what i thought at first. it seemed to start out great, but it just got worse.
the magnifying glass was dirtied up, but you spilled your coffee right in my cup.
i looked around for hours until i realized there was nothing missing there at all.

... ...

(0292) dead romance

if you look around your environment, you will find all the proof you need. your image has become so depended upon, it's distorted your reality. i don't care about your pretty looks. they make you look like everybody else. what you see in the mirror is not what you dream of when you're dreaming all by yourself.

standard operating procedure here was ignored for functionality. a distant stare into the future will not help you find the things you seek. chased down by the evidence, you still beckon to the latest phase. gridlock causes apathetic ignorance so you've gotten used to the shitty taste.

if silence grants you no reply, do you think you would be surpised? if you'd done things any differently, do you think he still would've died? if silence grants you no reply, do you know how the story would end? i'm looking straight into the telescope lens, and i watch the dream as it starts to bend.

brain dead, but i'll take a rain check like it's the newest flavor.

i collapsed in a field under the hazy sun. there was a quiet breeze and butterflies nearby. i placed the bullet inside my head. i pulled the trigger and made my bed. the sky was dressed in its finest clothes.

it wore bright blue with white fluffy clouds. the sun told a joke, and i laughed out loud.

destiny must have led me straight to this.

in the car rides up to chicago, my imagination was made of gold. i slowly woke up from the vividness, and my eyes have never adjusted since. a song that puts me in a trance of impossible and dead romance. close your eyes and wish for better luck.

and don't forget to double tie your shoes.

(0291) a new face

i watch the minutes turn to hours. all my food has gotten cold. my mind feels like it's started to erode. laughed all the way through town and got sick of your remorse, and i watched your inner ugliness slowly take its course. if it's cheap, it's not expensive. the rain drowns all hidden costs, and it's obvious the sun was told to go fuck off.

she looked amazing, and i felt the air inside my chest escape me when she asked me for my name. i was living off the streets of debt, and i was sure that there was nothing left. she had a lengthy past, but she said she had no regrets. the rest of the day i can't remember, and it got really blurry in december. i couldn't tell the ceiling from the floor. keep going until you see a light, surrender to what it is you find, and hope that it's bright enough to make you blind.

somebody dies in silence every time you take a breath, and there's nothing you can do to slow it down. you can sit around and drink, or you can drive around and think of all those memories you'd like to wish you never had. it's easy to explain when you can blame it on your brain, but the truth was never measured anyway. if you had a second chance, you'd say you'd try to do it different even if the difference didn't guarantee a different fate.

use your mind to get there, and break your legs to stay there. keep a pen inside your head if you want to live there. we were meant to struggle so we all jumped in the puddle, filtered out the impurities, and conquered this feigned disease.

(0290) offramp pt. 3

tomorrow, i once had a story to tell.

and they said to listen to your heart... i'll listen to whatever sounds more smart.

and tension is what will make all these dirty newspapers sell.

don't panic.

don't panic, and i could barely remember how to move.

television shadow and social reflections on the pavement making all their decisions.

no need for a brain.

i needed to escape from their numbing insanity.

the depressing wave of fear and self-preservation was starting to stick in the air.

if you feel it, does it make it true? either way, what's the use? to help soothe?

sleep without a night light like i was meant to...

you see, real so-called souls don't need your faulty spiritual glue.

hold still in my moment and wait to take the last train home.

(0289) offramp pt. 2

hypocrite fanatical constructing a playground on a sheet of ice surrounded by sleeping pills and moving into the future. outnumbered by delusions at a frightening ratio, and it's a long way back to the innocent daydream. communication was replaced by something ugly. telepathic imagination. binary codes were integrated into our language, but they were all left behind. you were a digital camera missing a viewfinder. i was a random synapse that somehow got away from where it was supposed to go. my body violently twitches. i get up to walk around, look out the window, lay back down and pass out. you drive the car into the water, and we drown.

"no going back now," she says. the camera snaps a picture, but the moment isn't even captured... not even close. what, are we two years old? do we really think this matters? duh. god tells the greatest jokes. wouldn't you with that much time? remnants of a deteriorating facade. i walk back through the timeline in my mind, but i easily get lost along the way. people jump to their deaths, and all i can do is exist. impulse is misguided.

my love is potential energy that can't be converted, and reason was everyone else's excuse.

the ocean is rapidly vanishing by this point, but i don't care. my soul is more important. without water to be baptized in, we're fucked. hold your breath anyway and wait for a miracle. at this point, even prayer starts to seem rational, but i realize we don't need to be saved. we can't be saved, and did we ever need to be saved to begin with? people should learn to save themselves from their own socially and personally irresponsible gravitational pull. denying this equation time is no longer acceptable. we dream of something bigger than this, but we doubt this matters knowing what we know now. an infinite gap of predestined logic? try pulling the trigger and see what happens.