Everything begins with Theory but ends in Reality.
Think about it. I'm the hound and you're the hare.
Engaged in an endless chase,
And no matter how fast I run, I will always remain one
Second behind you, half an inch away.
Even if logic defies this outcome.
untitled.
All the lies I fed to them, have slowly transformed me into a shell of monster... muderous and ugly.
Validation.
It is not essential
that you understand
the reasons behind my actions.
The weight of these circumstances
lies in the fact that
if I am willing to do this to myself...
imagine what I'll do to you.
answering machine. 01.
I don't know if it's the will of accident that keeps your density in a perpetual state of grayness. Between friend or more. Or if it's your own choice to be intolerably cruel to us all. But either way, it breaks my heart daily to know that you are here with me now.
alex.andria.
I've become the clockwork of societal demands.
what is good and evil
when there is no choice.
note:
... and all those nics with drunken lit cigarettes will surely fade with time.
memo 3:
dear self-destructive. stop.
get over it stop trying. stop.
you will never be good enough. stop.
so let's just forget we ever brought it up. stop.
thanks. stop.
the management. end transmission://
memo 2:
dear self-destructive. stop.
please stop hurting the ones you care about. stop.
this is your punishment, not theirs. stop.
thanks. stop.
management. end://
alternating feet. wait. i lost count.
i'm feeling worse than before
how was i to k now that repeats
are worse than originals?
how was i to know that
you weren't ready for the second round?
You know. It's not you. It's me. Really.
Phase three. Started.
Play.
Manic-- Depress-- Repress.
Rewind.
No, not this part. I can't watch this happen again.
fast forward.
Keep going.
Skip this. and this. and this.
Stop.
Okay. You. Me. Same situation.
Rewind/Regress/Repress
Phase Three. Self Destructive.
pour-- swallow-- fast forward.
Same person. Different face.
Cy-li-cle.... cycle. Around.
Rewind.
pour-- swallow-- rewind-- pour-- swallow-- rewind-- pour-- swallow--... -- swallow.
Shallow. Self centered. Self concious.
Let's try it again. Rewind.
Play.
You. Me. No.
Rewind. Edit.
Cut/paste.
One day... I'll stop. fast forward. end://
You Killed Everything Beautiful Left for Us. Thanks.
The Butterfly Effect has long been gone.
Now, instead of fluttering,
they lie motionless at the base of my stomach.
Their failed attempts of mating
crushed the weight of their will to live.
I am full of dead butterflies.
Dark Rules of Modern Society.
chemicals mixing in improper ratios
cause/effect
no consolation/consideration
sainty goes down the drain
you don't know what it is?
figures.
lack of foresight
(equals)
causation: (accidents)/(probabily breakage from negligence)
effect: (replacing what is broken)
WHAT?! Impossible?! Irreversible.
Our mechanics have doomed us.
We cannot fix a broken society.
Respect
to Others
Is Lost...
untitled.
I'm not bracing for the miscommunication
about to occur.
Let's play it by ear
so we both end up hurt.
An Ace, a King, and two Jokers.
we were just a card game.
i dropped my hand too quickly,
and you saw i was
one card short
of the perfect score.
you gave up on me,
so I forfieted and lost.
all before i could se,
that your hand was worse
than mine.
buy this product please.
lying here almost naked
feeling sorry for myself,
i wonder when we first learn
how to hate who we are.
character.
appearance.
capabilities.
frailties.
a generation of bodily insecurities.
Untitled.
This distance is never ending,
these roads go on and on.
Although I've made this trip a billion times before,
these red and white clusters of flowers,
strung along black asphalt vines,
begin to bleed together.
Only marred by hazy eyes
behind foggy glasses.
Memo :
Dear Self Destructive. stop.
Please refrain from kissing boys. stop.
If you want to fuck up your own life go ahead. stop.
But please remain considerate of others by not dragging them and their emotions into your own self centered destruction. stop.
thanks. stop.
The management. end transmission.