a death in the

today is a bad day. today i am a fucking artist. no, fuck it, i don't even have a brain. just a masterpiece of debt and shadow. i am so angry, i can't speak, i can't say a single damn thing. i don't know why i go looking for it. it's so easily found, when you fall off the planet, flipping coconuts until you bleed out. it's never enough, though, to keep me away. i don't even know. it's so fucking blinding, this violence in my eyes. it severs everything, the structures of a day.

i would just need you to come into fucking orbit. fuck. fuck. fuck. close your eyes, look goddamned away, leave me here. i'll burn up in purple death. falling through the floor... but i won't, but i won't.

pressing all buttons, hiding, you're already laughing.