crik... down bangled spangled left leapt down wind with the opposite dust.... left for dead. .i can't move. dark greys eating her eyes as the horrid plurgekrempt dread spectre breeze moves/washes over me with love and love again to deads ends closet. don't move the wristmove the wrist|wrist||leave me for another corpse. eat me? come please come just end the end and remind the head of what she said without the - - - black they keep moving, i cut up their souls, i know it! i did not move past the fiction yet the realm passes through me - a glutton for lies and honest dreams! HE SEES IT. HE SEES IT. A THOUSAND LEGS TUMBLING THROUGH AND OV.er and over.. the people they just keep coming. can't stop the tides, blurred masses bubbling up a murky storm of more. more of them. why more. they just keep spreading, worse than a[ny] disease! ---stretching / skinning taut pulled and yanked like gum my skin is torn, laying bare a meal for the inconvenient flies to consu[m|e]at|.
it's not about me. i'd like to say it's about you .. or them. or 'it'. or.. . something. i've forgotten the reason or the meaning or the care, the definitions are still there, but the point is growing to be far more diluted. i'll move, and stride into that arid future, yes. there are those whose resolve to end things is far stronger than mine ever could be, and i understand as my will is simply too faded to care anymore. i would! my god[fuck that name] i would! but why? i mean really why. what is there that makes any difference when you attempt to end this system? you 'know' they'll end up pouring down on you, thicker than rain, after they've finished you off anyway. it will be them burying you. it will be them reading your eulogy(and listening to it). they will not stop. no. they probably won't until they accidentally end themselves with their own devices. a future i sadly probably won't live to see. or maybe i will. but there is no point behind attempting to do it myself. no that would only bring things to a selfish end, and would yield no positive results.
work is slow. there are no real issues, but it is a constant reminder of just what is happening today, and that i need to start looking into a future that means something to me. this is far too grey. there is now a possibility[a light!]. been spending more time with my brother recently too, it's good. gotta keep that guy cheered up during his small little cute school holidays, he needs the love. can't have my brother believing i don't care for him now can i? he enjoys relaxing in my room, listening to the waves with me and chatting. i'm so happy with the progress he's made, even if he fails miserably at school. i know there's a beautiful rebel in him, and i'll help it grow.
bah.. why do i bother ranting. everything's broken.