(0322) measuring the distance pt. 4

adjunct copies were made in my brain, and i shrugged off the near minimum wage. this connection doesn't even exist in the same way. false light, it was destined to shine on the distant souls at the back of the line so i'm waiting; just biding my precious "time". algorithm got lost in my memory, and now it's not coming back. this fraction is cleared in one swift melody, but my broken face is somehow still intact. pixelated obsession. just frail with no confessions. the beauty was going to turn to dust at some point.

press play when you're ready to listen. decide on the indecisions and write it down as a small piece of autobiographical fiction. it can't be a fact if it never happened. just pretend that it never happened. everything was a passing distraction. we revive what's been dead for seven centuries, and then we're bound to go astray. make time if you want to. i hope you want to because my face is starting to look the same. dressed up like a paper tiger and fading away in the future like a splintering fire. the past was going to catch up with you at some point.

so walk the other way in silence and don't forget to pay off your debts. walk the other way in silence and don't remember where we've been. i always pass out towards the end.