curbdrop out of grace

i am currently dead from my computer

sometimes the sound of vents confuses me the heat and the cool the blurring of dimensions and sensations like vomit and love. the darkness surrounded by a window pain of light watches over fingers wrapped around chance to snuff out the predictable beat. fluffy pointless shapes covered in patterns and shades. i don't care while others plan and rub greasy hands in thirsty boredom. red bodies laying flat and standing tall touching space creating concept invented by logic but broken in taste. look outside your walls lies a nice dream if only you could wake up. and do it again like a big bang.

posted by fillshe @ 11:55 PM