untitled.

Layeruponlayerofcaricature
like
a
pretentious
and
endless crowd drwng me and grppng me
like unlife
I am horrified(petrifiedterrified
intensified)by the
emphasis which we put on dreams, as though we shackle ourselves to our
'id'. Don't
placate me;
I am my worthlessness.
myeverymotionisresistedbytheendlessrelentlessthoughtless tide of my ego
this is not a world which we create. In truth, we barely inhabit it. We are the minotaur to god's labyrinth.
We wander the deepest recesses of our pysche and (pretend:
that we rule these nooks and crannies, these secret places where our ghosts ?demons lurk.

I carve my name here as in a tree. It will grow up and grow old and I will grow out but it will always remain, like those few hours of night I pretend to sleep. Every word I speak echoes the sound of wheels on the road. I am not in control. I hear our (myyourhishersits) idiosyncrasies cry out in despair, petrified, astounded by our every-day pedagogy.

no god could have made this place. no man, either, no matter how fucked up.
It's just the earth dreaming of the day when we're gone. Everything is on her script.
Choice is an illusion.
I am an illusion.
I hope to god I don't wake up.

sincerely

I see your smile in the city lights
I hear your breath in traffic on friday nights
the contours of your body break over my memory like waves on your beach
you feel like a forest fire.


we are put to sleeping by our consciences, like they're singing a bad lullaby that rhymes with laying on the grass staring at the sky and the clouds. the leaves are changing; falling from their branches and fluttering aimlessly, drifting like we drifted apart when the seasons turned.


If you're not careful, you'll fill this basement with smoke
I don’t want to see your cigarette. I want to see your smile.

You change like the seasons, you change.
You set like the sun set on summer.
We are constellations. We are constellations. I see us in the sky.
I see you in the sky, in the city lights.

i can't sleep. my pillows smell like you. that is, they smell like someone who leaves me and never explains why, like cigarettes, and like barnes and noble. we're just faces carved in trees, or constellations. yeah, constellations. because we move around all the time. we'll never be the same again. we'll never be the same.

death take you, idiosyncrasy!

our greatest triumph was
the jukebox.
now we've sunk to just
the ak-47.

catastrophe. antistrophe. what can i see to love.
oedipus lines have been ringing in my head all fucking day.
yeah.

tell them how much i love them.
i have to go.

emo one liner

i am everything you did to me.

this is my mystery and incoherency.
calculated caricature.
dudado dudado dudado

the autumn wind is calming. the changing leaves are your collarbone. as we sit under the stars, i can believe that we are eternal. i need to leave myself behind. my ghosts are under your bed. this summer changed me. the chill in the air is telling; frost is on it's way. the seasons devour our mistakes and spit out you. i'm in love.

it's not like you know
who i really am.