bro last night was neither here nor there

everyday i break my promise

the world vanishes as it moves faster, has already vanished.

to seek is to risk the loss of what you seek.

nothing is left of the world but the disappearing of it

“To those who do not know that the world is on fire, I have nothing to say.” ―Bertolt Brecht

Kunst=Kapital

It’s going to be the summer for men with no purpose or any sort of admirable qualities

im not "chronically online" im studying the collective dream

all passion is mirrored solitude

another day of dodging the abyss with pixels

tomorrow’s the armageddon what must be shall come the power of tortured souls the sound of distant drums ahh

going no contact with myself

reality surf might break my mind

not arguing about truths i know in my heart and soul

one is born this way

a welsh hippie smoking a cigarette with a sheep (c. 1970s)

the flash of another world breaking into this one.

a cosmic stutter

i’m waiting for my parents to die so i can kill myself