(0315) invalid forms of thought

emblematic of the cameras that haunt us, you peel your face off in the nick of time.
this drug is cheap, but it's the one i need. a safe place where i can live inside.

indifferent only to the point of extinction, ideas are wasted on invalid forms of thought.
they fill this room with their vacant air and have nothing to say when they choose to talk.

we tried to speak, and we kept trying to write. we tried for hours to turn on a light.

debased with cruelty in a waiting room, but their devices are never even put to use.
a short length across the street, a man sinking in sand claimed he once knew the truth.

the walls are closing in. we can't remember why. my clock is ticking fast. i wonder how long left until this starts to die.

beyond this protective skin, you'll find the arteries that keep me warm and help me breathe.
i guess i too have become the modern man - using binary code to document a memory.