(0390) rotten fruit

please wake me up because i haven't stopped dreaming. the phone is ringing, and we can't pick it up ourselves. this shit existence we call life is all we have. a selfless act of self-denial wasn't warranted. the ending came quickly, and the beginning never even happened, but rotten fruit had never tasted so good. tomorrow, we play dumb and pretend the world is ending. the day after that, we say "fuck off" and then keep coming back for more.

here, apparently memories only last as long as you you can stay awake. none of you people are even alive, but the stench is growing much worse. i guess god just forgot to wipe his ass at some point. what i wanted no longer exists. well how convenient a trillion times over. we pause for reflection, swallow the blood of a thousand centuries and fall back asleep.