Friday, April 24, 2009

the lights are on but noone's home

i wonder if this is the universal condition?

vacancy is rife. let's linger in the dark crooks & cracked crannies of nothingness. why not?

the cracked underbelly of what lies beneath the radar. perfection is so yesteryear [today].

negative space all seductive: vampyr unleashed, feel the rhythm.

hedonism: an all encompassing two dimensional reptilian cloak sensually shrouding reality.

sure beats suburban reality for the wakeful.

i wanna fuck you too, let me tell you muthafuckers whose built to last.

our brains will still be here tomorrow. what we choose not to remember then don't count.

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