I opened the window wide tonight and stood looking down the street. i haven't eaten in days. i shaved my hair. i made my bed. trying to shed this. detox from this. the more i run away from it, the deeper i sink. mirrors cut.
i want the cold to drench me, now. every fucking cell and molecule. find me in the morning with arms wide open, a smile on my face, and constellations burned into my retina.
they know... they're coming with dismantlers to leave nothing but scraps and worldly appeasements. FUCK THAT! i rage on! -- armed only with visions from a long drive after Katrina. let's burn their castles and till the soil to feed the masses.
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