it's just all off the top of the head bullshit... just really vicious or mundane word use.
use of words...just the skeletons of letters a brittle foundation of mechanic dribble.
feeling crazy within something that wont split open on some rare occasion of hating a season or another.
this past spring was nice, summer seemed alright. space feels so dead i bet, it's violent when birth is conveyed through colliding rock....birth is violent, death is violent, life is violent, comparison shopping is violent.
there are spider webs around my room again and i'm into it, because i know what it means. i also know there's only one person i want to explain shit to or try to at least.... everyone else... i dont really care about everyone else.