there's a crack at the edge of the end of the world
where I will sit with my love in it's fluorescent swirl
eat us up, break us down to the tiniest cells
in a room with a view and a window to hell
in a room where the bodies will display what they've done
and march through museums that repel what they've done

shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin
we'll reluctantly let them in.

nothing much has been happening lately -- i constantly have urges to just break all these rules and do whatever the hell i want for a day. or a night. i feel so young, so... uncapable. of what, i dont know.
^{[i'd rather die then let you chew upon my energy. id rather die then let you get away with this. you are the antithesis.]}

maybe i'll write a novel. a long, long, novel about my tedious life. or maybe i'll start a 365 project, but fail at it. i cant commit, can you? im very tired now. i wonder if any of this will make sense in the morning. oh wait, it is. 12:30am.
^{[you will die and i will live, i have no more love to give]}