you you you you you you you

you know nothing that is relevant to me. you are garbage to the bin.
born to be an aging unhappy mess.
And as your wrinkles get deeper so does my love for hate.
they hate us all.
passionately.
my love for the wilting of my youth, and the sanity is dripping from my eyes through tears. Don't cry, it shows weakness, and then you are just like the rest.
weak like the rest.
we're here to battle, not to reminisce for old times sake.
Nor are we here to have a glass of wine. However nice it would be.
Don't laugh, it shows joy, and we don't need a reminder.
Don't do anything I would do.
so do nothing.
do everything.
so keep your motions swift.
steady. We don't want anything to get out of hand.

I think you enjoy being hurt.
and as they fool you, they think you're falling into a trap
but really
they are the ones being fooled.
sneaky, how smooth you really are.


Collapse.


Control your dreams to what you need to accomplish while you sleep.
you can live your life in dreams because we're too scared to open a real life.
Whatever comes our way can be destroyed so easliy as we beam up to another life form. another body. Look, in your dreams you're someone else.
you're strong. Unbeatable.
Undeniably handsome.

left handed wrenches. skyhooks.
Fluerescent lightbulbs and cereal.
climb up the walls and into the sky, you are 10 years old again.
you are the wildest of the wild.
you are the imagination of them.
you are too creative to be let outside.
you are just an ordinary boy.
with bigger ideas.

nobody will ever know.
so step it up and tell me something with more words.
more life. more more more.
you you you.
you're losing it.
get a fucking hold of yourself man.
have you not heard of self control?
Tranquillizers?
heroin?
uppers and downers?
whatever colours your rainbow.

and had your father never heard of a condom?