(0360) layers of static

listening through endless layers of static; digging up the earth with my hands
riding futility waves until i black out and writing because i don't know where i stand.
feel the pain when you get to the punch line. build it up just to collapse.
wasting breath on what can't be defended. i should've remembered how to relax.

check the time. it's too late for an ending. water runs out, but i'm still thirsty.
read the labels. they're there to warn you, but i'm always too busy looking around for my keys.
it begs the question but doesn't beg for an answer. no one even cares either way.
i don't see how this is saving any money, but i might change my mind if you pay.

mix up all the sounds until you're upside down,
looking for something to catch you when you fall.
straight up crazy, the amount to which i'm lazy
but i don't know if she understands at all.

my unintended silence holds me to the wall.

(0359) random perfection

nuclear meltdown without the heart attack.
sore, achy muscles without the cold ice pack.
measured and studied from another time and place.
tried to make up for all the things you tried to erase.

you make your bed,
and i'll make mine too.

my favorite music without the album art.
a good place to end it without a new place to start.
distance and displacement are two entirely different things.
it's not what you've heard before. it's what you've seen.

don't waste any fire. burn it with truth.
these little fragments contain all my proof.

you stay in bed,
and i'll stay in too.

(0358) resulting chaos

economy drags my soul to sleep. waiting for another check.
they keep saying it's gonna be alright. it doesn't bother them to waste their breath.
they're lost inside their imagination where up is down and day is night.
i had to wake up early just so i could help keep their destructive dreams alive.
people dying left and right, and everyone's a little numb.
i turn on a tv set and realize how dumb culture has become so i start to believe we surely must be fucked.

equality, well what does that mean? does that mean we're all the same?
i don't even know myself anymore, but i know we can't live without all this rain.
gutters are overflowing now, and there's problems we can't fix.
it's all a waste of time when you're numb, but when you're not, it hits you like a ton of bricks.
i can only stay awake and try to keep walking away.
i'm imagining many things myself, but i've gotta keep a steady pace so i disappear and never leave a trace.

(0357) connection lagging

connection lagging. music distracting.
that's why we stay in the.. dark.
i'm quite discerning but not used to structured learning.
that's why i can't come out of.. park.

think about the earth when i'm lying down.
wonder how it all works without any form of sound.
look into a screen and watch the pixels flow.
if only i could understand. if only i could know.
what cards should i be hiding? what cards should i show?

leave on a light.

leave on a light.

leave on a light... in the middle of the night.

(0356) pretty girls and boys

traded in the future for your own slice of pizza.
charge it to a debit card. they're accepting mastercard and visa.
negative reaction has a negative remainder.
just 'cause you can't see the light from here doesn't mean you're in danger.

all the fear is distraction.

separate night from day to perceive your writing's split into paragraphs.
there'll never be a final copy. all we have is constant rough drafts.
must ignore what i can't change so i turn my silence into white noise.
never wanna be like all those pretty girls and pretty boys.

all the reason is hidden from tired eyes.

there is no way out if you're constantly looking in the mirror,
and you should never pay attention to every single weather alert.

everything will come around to a sunny day.
it can't be that far off if you still have so many things to say.

(0355) misleading feelings

we're just decay in the cracks of the pavement. it's all the same. the meaning is definitely absent.
carbon copies get confused about their purpose.
and i'm no different.. i'm stuck on that dirty fuckin' surface.

we walk around looking everywhere for novocaine. i stand there like i exist outside of the freeze-frame.
another false alarm causes suicide.
i attend the funeral and try to keep my spirits high.

scene after scene, i start to remember... everything's been strange since december.
you look away. i stare at the ceiling.
everything seems like it has a double meaning.

she disappears like the drugs i've been taking. she seems real, but i think she could be faking.
flipped off a light switch and fell off a stationary ladder.
i suppose i'll wait for all these misleading feelings to scatter.