Notebook 004

8.21pm 04-02-07

Get off this fuck nuzzle worn barricade of apathy. Don't deliver a package with broken seams expecting happy smiles and crooked broken teeth. Let bottles be pissed and thrown to carve a new laceration in your teething brain. Plaintive motives are nothing without the conquest of indifference. Reap for what you dont know and rubbish heaps shall conglomerate the insides of your vacuous digestive system. Track track to nothing new. Pull buttons from a sewn mouth in hope to falsify secrets. Gas shall reap from the rotting insides. Dry cracked lips marking the direction you thwarted. Spit. Take it all in a breath. Believe in idiosyncracy, fortitude and microwave meals. Generations shall reduce you to figure stereotypes and a subordinate ipod playlist. Street lamps scatter a start scene to your black canvas. Oh how doom and death you are. Pull the exposure downwards and see your face become a Bacon portrait. There is depression. There is exclusion. Get out of your niche and realise it's all borrowed. Patchwork. Smiling behind a set of preformed pearly whites i befriend you with manners. Cover my bitchy self egotistic judgements with a polished veneer of 'kindness'. Inside i'm fucking your underage daughter and raping your son. I shit on your toothbrushes and leave cyanide in the dishwasher tablets. Thank you. I'll first-class deliver it to you. Punch a hole in your worn aesthetic in hope to give you light. Bite the bit. Grind your jawline to pulp. Hope that classification is all you need for absolution. Please. Face the front to avoid travel sickness. Swallow tablets to drink your sonar down. Pass the blip. Wait for console.