Salad days. Carnivorous nights. We are fucking cannibals. Eating each other flesh from bone. Ligaments pop cold on a dead night. Mars devours his child. Goya. Scary. I thrash my head like a beast in sun bathed pride.
Dark black fluid that makes my throat catch on fire. I am invincible. Fucking test me. Clocks synchronized, slowly fall out of sync. Moving in the imperfection of time. It is just relative. We are all fleeting. Forgotten matter that breaks down to nothing. WhydoIusethisconfusingwayofwriting?ToshowhowsmartIam?Anyonecoulddothis?Youhavetobeamotherfuckingbadasstosellitthough.Isellitgood. Deadwood trees shake away past lives and grow. Reaching beyond our atmosphere for the source of life. I only touch the source of life when she lets me. And when I do;
I
Understand
Everything