DoomNoise

thanks to the skeleton lover for making me remember this...

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a daze in this haze maze, space like alice. 

collarme:

trivial

complicated

dishonest

irrational

paranoid

fake

compassionless

pseudo

fundamental

children.

Dead girl

There will never be another one that dreams like you
There will never be another one that screams like you
When death sleeps, it dreams of you
Delilah played the dead girl at the freak show
She smiles like a ghost
Like zombies eatin' dust in Mexico
Life dries cold beneath the dead soul lights
She asked if it would hurt
I smiled and said no
The lie ran down my chin like embryo
She smiles like a corpse
Like zombies eatin' dust in Mexico
Life dries cold beneath the dead soul lights
There will never be another one to look in your eyes
There will never be another one that bleeds like you
Sister burn the temple
And stand beneath the moon
The sound of the ocean is dead
It's just the echo of the blood in your head

So, I have just cleaned up from clubbing and burying my pet rooster after it was mauled half to death by my new housemates dog. Not exactly the beginning to the evening I was after. 

Tabula rasa

Caught like wildlife in fire. Burrowing deeply into self. Take a breath, hold on... Swim. 

Float like angels want to, float like they tell you they would. Fall. 

Jump through hoops, run to the hilt, diversions lead the way. Follow the race line, red means you're entering the corner too fast. Slow down. Build a fort, invite your friends, virgin piña coladas all round, together we make space exist and without each-other we stare alone at abyss like cattle. 

I do not moo. I am a human being.  

perforation is a rip off. 

Floating like Alice through space induced nothingness. Contradictions at a glance, free form madness. Shades of grey are everything, yet mono is the response.

Induce the translucence you so demand of others. So daring yet so afraid. 

Furthermore and nonetheless a hunting we shall go, Trolloping, or is it 'troll hoping'... 

Fear is the mind killer, a demon we create, a demon we ingest and recycle into the mouths of babes. Convinced through fantasy that we want to control it and own it, convinced that because of this fantasy we know it. 

Confusion spreads in technicolor, gasping for air, surrounded by water.