8 May 2012
I am wasting my time. 'Using' It used to be. Dancing while All around The Sky Burns Silentdancingcrazycalmmonkeyman, om. Long slow bombs exploding in his chest. Happyquietthinlylyingmonkeyman Down and dead and buried like the rest, bom.
Stop now. Slow your glass mallet smashing rocks to move on and on and on and on it spirals H-i-deously
For the mind's tendrils pad their cage with reason. So thickly that when the walls close in (shitfuckohgodwhatnowIcan'tdothiswhyeverinthefirstplace) . not a sound is heard
Ode To Pressure In The Mind Of One Quite At Ease • Opuss № I