hi knife

hi knife like life. cut days dreams none. slit a cord from the last week sequence of events. eveningtime chop off the snooze snore. bleed the sleep fiend dry, dried out, shrivled. poke holes in the necessary tendons. i dont want to hold on again. stab my neck and rip across till my head is rolling on the floor staring up your skirt into you birthcanal. puncture a tiny hole in the vein that connects today with tomorrow, so all the air rushes out and the supposed sleeptime suffocates to death. jab into my promise, make me appear to be a liar to everyone else, a bleeding liar. drop your weapon and move slowly away from your urge to attack.

To Create Our Own Reality

Hell12212012
Reprise, invigorate- laughable notions of life breathe and exhale truth on the whisper of our lips that shudder in shame. We’ve only gotten as far as we were predicted to travel. Buildings that were drawn to cinematic conclusions in ciphers were also destroyed in battles. Our last fuck was just a fable, a napkin of scribble passed back and forth on the greasy bar table. The minutes moan in and out of mattering less. Hair matted down to a press. Nap mattress depressed. It appears that we are making more progress and sense with our eyes shut, writhing in the language of a forgotten time. I bleed ink, sweat memories, and devour onlookers with statements mistaken for antics. I’ve walked miles and feigned death in the night. Rip chunks of flesh with my sharpened teeth in a flash of fright. Blood is the life force that has kept us alive in this metropolis, against the backdrop of the monolith. Poison gas attacks versus our invisible masks. I’m the only mutant that can manipulate sound, creating a gush of air to pierce your cochlea. I am the only one outside trying to catch breath while everyone else is drinking themselves to death.
Heavenbask12212012


peacekill,
Albatroid