the lingering scent of my sister's perfume in the bathroom

my mom lying tired on the couch

the hum drone of the television 

as

she half sleeps

the days blow by endlessly

hot summer air 

each day approaching. approached. ending. end. again

the quiet stillness of monday in the house

there is nothing

with failure being pervasive

intoxicating

redundant

falling

the smell of paint in my room

the quiet solitude of this place

its aesthetic principals laid out as a foundation for future creation

moments in time absolute, cemented by falling particles

the cold air blowing from the vents

circulation

laughter

sun drunk days

suburban wilderness

he said, 'i dont like explaining myself'

we have nothing to lose. stop worrying. we have nothing to lose. its already been lost. 

not a valid in the entropy game. entropy

wins.

i lose. 

no game play. no / game / play

trumpet horns

and piano blasts

shaking hands

in the dead office spaces

the party goes. / forever

i go with it. it comes with me. PARADE!

funeral procession

the dead left us. the living leave us for the other living. for living

objective: crypunch. cyberpunk living

sex

pain

scratch stitch nail bite kiss cry 

caramoure

lonely.