a toenail ego

it's like science; there's a way to it and a force behind it.

but this isn't what this is about. and descending, with every crack and wind gliding along purple shirts and gumdrop dreams. the place where happiness is never attained [insert fake smile] but that's ok because you only see the CANDY COLERED SOCK LYING ON THE BANISTER OF YOUR STAIRS.

and he's back. with something ...more.

it's like the feeling of a death sentence, but no execution.

doom add ons

What??? we live in NICE homes in NICE neighborhoods with NICE skies and leather coats worn to cross the street with a briefcase in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

see also: self-induced delirium

and you thought this would make sense.

"these are my choices in a translucent glass ball and i keep inside an object of comfort restated time and time again and perhaps corny to some but fuck them and their unknowing naivete, sucking on inaccuracy just like the rest of us."

and i think there really was a time when we could hold our heads up. now we're only sideway remnants of heads dropped and gray-like shadows.

and you thought this would make sense.

ERASED.

:)

"it's all so contradicting like a laughing teenager buried in his own idiocy."