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I stick to my sheets like failed reproduction.
Soaking up on slowing down and the only thing
Worse than being alone is when I'm not alone.

I am in love with what I've lost.
I do not want what I have got.

I release my weakness that flies feed from.

These thoughts can't be mine.
but they're the only thoughts I have.
In this city of imitation, dying to survive.
and when night comes it's spent on.
Getting drunk and taking drugs.
or letting one thing be enough to love someone.
But then by day I'm a stomach ache that won't go away.

I'm black eyes and bruised bones.
Open wounds that won't close.
More drooling than dreaming.
In a cold cough barely breathing.

I'm flash floods and mudslides.
In dry heat that never dies.
More than ordinary stale as shit.

I'm black eyes and bruised bones.
Open wounds that won't close.
More drooling than dreaming.
In a cold cough barely breathing.

I'm flash floods and mudslides.
In dry heat that never dies.
More than ordinary stale as shit.

Naked and bathing the semen away. Uncomfortable and left behind.
The saliva shines a silver as we make love.
As I lose myself in pretending.

Pulse catches in continuous beating. (Sore hands shake and bare feet feel frozen.)

The beauty in the way the blue screen captures everything.
The way it keeps on with falling out of windows and into walls.

Sedation is not meditation. That's isn't what substitutes for conversation.
And who is wrong over holes burning into their heads or bloated sacks shifting in their stomachs?

Over feeling unloved, worn out and with nothing?

The decomposing human bodies moving in a vibrant language. Sending signals in unfortunate ways (through unstable tones.)

Just enough to know that there is no recovery. How can I even compare? (I'm hiding out. Shaving my head. I'm screening calls. Covering my tracks.)

I want to settle down. I'm tired of myself.
And the building up for breaking down.
It's a still-life overflow. I'm stuck below zero.

A flood of feeling in made-up meaning.
A rush until there is no remainder.

But I won't stop kissing clocks until I find love.

She kisses like cough syrup when I have a cold.
but we're not in love, we're just alone.
Like a drug company's overdose.
Trying to replace our heads with holes.

We're missing days and spending weeks.
Only passing through looking for company.
And semen released is a rotting stomach.

There is a need that comes in the night.
Heavy in mood. Draining of life.
We're closet lovers with our secret sex.
We fall in love trying to fill the holes.

There is a need that comes in the night.
Someone who somehow medicates.

Is there anyone in this city?
Anyone who isn't asleep?
I'm feeling lost counting steps between street lights.
Still drawing triangles on my wrists.
Hanging out in grocery stores without a home.

Not anymore.

Drawing this box for you to recreate me into something i can never be. disease turned these clouds a infinite light and the winds a translucent glow. it seemed so easy to quit everything to remember. transmitted recordings of robot tracks to forget how everyone sounds. tightly formed mechanical wings, dwelling on how to save us all. never in control, never really having a chance. we're all useless with our eyeliner dripping in red. we let it fester always knowing that it was coming and i'm hearing things in my head. i'm hearing things all wrong. these arms failed to lift when my eyes forgot to open. everything left offsetting through the dryed paint that creates these butterfly wings, twitching and teasing now. standing here one year later with signs of red shining through a decade more. among the morning light of bedroom walls deafeated to know the danger in this. it's so easy to forget everything we swore we'd remember. we're all useless. if only i could keep the eyeliner from running i'd drive these roads to kill my own kind.