everything is tentatively, everything’s venally how disgusting & lifeless, how morbid & tasteless dying is carried out in thrusts and parts automatic redemption, seasons of killing art searching the answer somewhere in nowhere
glamour is the land, where you’ll never live out of your mind, out of endless sight 15 minutes of fame is what you’d like to receive within your sense, within unreachable delight
I use the terror of the new to buy - emptiness in you the quantity of nothing’s what you will have to go through
everything’s a number, reduction ad absurdum strangulation of the individual’s mask the natural person being torn to the minimum control of thoughts, control of every task
you’re bound to empty promises and false hope so curled man is a ware like anything else in this world
is it water, where we will drown? emptiness is our burden crown unwilling to lose it all we'll slide down the surface of things
zero existence
shattered glass & venomous dreams we are starting the ouverture to screams