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{morals}

i don’t dare commit murder, but i sure am fine with killin’ people.

{rain}

rain

i just found this on my hard drive and can guarantee that it’s completely unedited.

{unclean}

unclean

i might be kind of stressed out just a little bit.

{}

i want to feel pain the way i used to feel pain. i want to feel every breath tearing my lungs to shreds, because it made me desperate. i want to feel like i have to do everything before i fade away. i want to smell my own death inches away again. i want to feel the intoxicating power of extinction. i want to claw the walls down the way i used to.

{toilet painting}

toilet painting

i needed to take a dump. but, i also needed to paint.

{domestic}

domestic

it’s calm here sometimes. i like it sometimes.

{wall of sound}

wallofsound

if only you could hear the sound it made. 

{typing}

there was snoring and the sound of typing drowned it out. that’s how you know you’re doing it right.

{machinedeath}

I USED TO CURL UP NEXT TO RUMBLING MACHINES
WITH SPINNING DISCS AND CLANKING FANS BLAZING

A BOX FULL OF METAL AND PLASTIC
THE UMBILICAL CORD TUNNELING THROUGH THE WALLS
MY CONNECTION TO THE WORLD

I LAY IN SOCKS AND A THREADBARE SHIRT
MY BED IS A MATTRESS UNDER THE DESK
PULSING ELECTRICITY LULLS ME TO SLEEP

I USED TO THINK MACHINES WERE INFALLIBLE
I USED TO WANT TO BE A MACHINE
MY PARETS REPLACEABLE, INTERCHANGEABLE
MADE OUT OF MACHINE BITS

MY MACHINE DIED.
THE POWER BOX FAILED.
THE DRIVES GROUND TO A HALT.
THE LIGHTS WENT DIM.

WHO WILL HUM ME TO SLEEP NOW?

{giant heads}

sleeping on its side, snoring silently. the shell of a face. no head. and nose hairs.