alreaddy plotting

completely shattered, books out of nowhere and heartaches in the certainty you hide.


wallow.
you should, but you don't, i would, but i can't, you try and i fail, the places where all collide, is there a gap, is there a portal?

steal from us. i'm not sure i want it back. ever.
leave it for the seaguls, taste the acid and figure it all out. i'm norwegian and it clashes with your mirror.
tounges won't move fast enough, your seatbelt is too tight.
i'm a hatter and you're the beast, flee from thee and have a feast.

probably the right probably the wrong

when all smells like coffee you're on the track to devine serenity

people lose, bosses keep fighting.
they rule around and leave yours to offer
in utter silence, nothing will ever sound as loud
as racing thoughts

people have a mania, i'm the sane one
give me a sticker, who else should tell the masses?

plead and torture, gateways to inner beauty

fuck the life that does not exist. why look when your eyes are wide open.

look at people and give them the look

look back and look forward
nothing will ever turn out in the same perspective

wait a minute and it'll all change
constantly on the run from itself and its horrible shape

you think it's easy you take it all for certainty to be

i don't follow, the huge disaster is yet to come. places. trees. faces. degrees.

join them, combined for life. exhausted nostrils and play with bikes. run for the run, and hide from the vacuum.

space has arrived and won't ever leave

a bad grape will make a good rasin but neither one can make a promise.

I am the gap and you're the troll, we have it all in one bowl and stick to the roof. peal some sunshine off the leg and save it for hell. you'll se plenty but you'll forget even more.
there is no plenty, we have no perception - we just figure we want it, we just figure it's good. for what? for us. for gravity. for greed and for vanity.

stick your tounge into a mirror, watch as it disappears. slowly swollow your own grief and start over with new ideas.
fresh and always wanted. sick and always allowed.

we go by the name of the book insanity wrote

easily overviewed, don't take part.

we are all simple shapes and dimentions, combined for complexity.

words write themselves, too



hang in there, out there is way scary.